Chapter 3: Thomas and Teresa
Hey guys sorry for not uploading if anyone cared to notice XD. This chapter's kinda short but has a cliffhanger (I hope) Enjoy:) PS couldn't think of a better chapter name soo..
Thomas POV
Thomas was in a dreamlike state. It was like déjà vu, waking up somewhere again without knowing where he was or why he was there.
The only difference was that at least this time Thomas's memories had remained intact.
Tom! A frantic voice hammered against Thomas's skull and he doubled over, groaning. Teresa! He thought back. Keep it down. You're killing me. He could sense Teresa's relief somehow.
Thomas grinned. He liked being the center of Teresa's attention. Just then, Isabelle's voice floated down the hall.
"Come on you guys we're gonna train you like we train Shadowhunters. No use in being complete idiots and not contributing anything to the Institute while you're here."
Hey Teresa, I have to go. Talk to you while I'm doing whatever I'm supposed to be doing. Thomas rolled his eyes. Hang in there Tom, we'll find a way to rescue you. Stay put till then.
As if she thought Thomas would be going anywhere else soon.
He and Percy trudged down the hall and followed Isabelle into a room with mats and beams and other kinds of fighting stuff.
"We'll start with the basics. Put on a safety harness and start practicing the jump-dive-kick sequence off the beams."
Isabelle sighed at Thomas and Percy's wondering expressions.
An hour later, Thomas's body had been bent in ways he didn't know was possible and he knew he'd be sore the next day. The Gladers didn't have it so bad after all.
Isabelle walked over from where she'd been talking to Alec and cornered Thomas. "You know, Thomas," she said mysteriously, "you'd make a great fighter." She ran her hands over Thomas's arms and goosebumps pricked his skin.
Thomas flinched back and Isabelle cackled and walked away. What a weird girl.
Later, Thomas came to the dining room with Percy and settled down for dinner. Boy, Shadowhunters knew how to dine, Thomas thought, eyeing the plates of takeout Chinese food greedily.
He was on his third bowl of chow mein when there was a soft knock on the window only Thomas could hear.
Psst, Teresa said in his brain, Look outside the window. Thomas looked and had to stop a gasp of surprise in order to not alert the others.
There was a face hovering outside. The face was very beautiful and white, with soft pale features and wild dark hair framing it. It was currently looking at Thomas intently like it was trying to convey some sort of message.
The face was Teresa's.
AGAIN sorry for the super short chapter don't be mad :O i typed this up in like 30 minutes. Plus i kinda don't know what I'm going to do to the characters so… -anonymousqirl