Authors Note: Hey guys! Here is chapter 9, where Thomas will reveal why he has the knife! :O Enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D

The sun was starting to come up, with Thomas and Mordecai still sitting away from their friends while Mordecai was impatiently waiting for an explanation.

"Ok. The reason I have the knife is because..." Thomas hesitated.

"Yes? Come on Thomas, just tell me." Mordecai said calmly.

"Well, didn't you want to-to know how I got it here?" he asked, sweating.

"Yeah, fine. Just get it out!" he replied, annoyed.

"In college I'm studying tactics used in the British and Austrian army, so a Bowie knife piqued my interest: It's personal, close-quarters...satisfying. I bought the knife off some foreign guy in a robe, as he said he sold the highest quality gear and weapons in the world. Then, I put it in my pocket before we left the park house. When we got to the airport, I snuck the knife through the metal detector by bribing the agent at the luggage scanner. Finally, he gave me the knife back after I went through the gate."

"Ok, now tell me: Why...did you...have...the knife?" Mordecai ordered, folding his arms.

"Because I was going to-to-to..." he stuttered.

"Thomas, if you don't tell me in the next five seconds..." he sighed, gritting his teeth.

"I was going to kill everyone, okay?!" he answered quickly, under his breath.

Mordecai's eyes widened, while he almost fell onto his back in shock, "What?! What the fuck Thomas?!"

"No one fucking appreciates me there, Mordecai! I know I'm only an intern, but-but I'm trying to make friends with you idiots, and only you treat me with some respect! I can't speak for Eileen or Margaret, as I'm not around them, but EVERYONE else deserves to die, or-or at least have their mouths sewn shut or tongues cut out! I'm tired of being treated like I'm nothing, Mordecai! What else can I do?!" he stopped, nearly crying in anger on his knees.

"You could not become a fucking psychopath, for starters! Thomas, you can't do that! Those people are our friends! They-"

"You're friends, Mordecai! They don't give a fucking shit about me, especially Muscle Man! I fucking hate him with every fiber of my being! I can't have anything ruining my plan!" he sobbed.

"Wait, plan?!" he said completely confused.

"I-I caused the plane crash! I switched out the flight routes before take off, which made the pilot fly here and into the hurricane because it said we would switch flights nearby." he said sadly but smiled, which Mordecai didn't see.

"You-you're fucking insane dude! When we get back home, you're going straight to jail!"

Thomas stood up wiping his eyes and turned away from Mordecai, "No Mordecai, I won't go to jail..."

Mordecai walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, "Thomas? Are you all right?"

Thomas turned around quickly catching Mordecai off guard and bent his broken arm out of his makeshift cast Margaret had made, pinning him to the ground.

"Augh! What the fuck are-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP. MORDECAI! You aren't in the position to argue with me, now get up!" he ordered, pulling Mordecai up with him in terrible pain.

Thomas led Mordecai back over to the group, "Where is my knife, Mordecai?" he whispered.

"O-over where I was sleeping."

Thomas led him over to a pile of leaves Mordecai was using as a bed and grabbed the knife, pointing it into his back while still keeping hold of his broken arm.

"If you try anything, you're dead Mordecai. Now keep going into the jungle, we're going for a little walk..."

"Where are you taking me, Thomas?" he asked, scared for his life.

"You'll find out soon." he replied coldly.

They trudged through the mud for a good ten minutes, when Thomas ordered him to stop.

"Stop. Turn to your left and keep walking."

Mordecai walked until he came to a huge bush.

"Go through it."

Mordecai hesitated, which made Thomas push the knife deeper into his back, causing blood to trickle down onto the ground.

"NOW DAMN IT!" he shouted.

Mordecai did as he was told, pushing the bush out of the way and revealed the stone building from earlier.

"What is this place Thomas?"

"Like I told you, you'll find out later. Now open it up." he gestured his free hand to the panel on the wall.

Mordecai pushed the panel, opening the stone wall.

"Go inside Mordecai! My partners will be waiting for you. I'll be back later." he ordered, turning around as the door began to close.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO THOMAS?!" he screamed.

"I'm just going to meet our friends for breakfast! I'm sure my knife will work wonders for cutting the food!" he laughed.

"THOMAS?! DON'T DO THIS, PL-"

The door slammed shut, leaving Mordecai in the dimly lit tunnel, wounded and alone.