𝙈𝙞𝙣?

𝘼𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 corses through the small brunette's veins as the same voice carries over the sirens. "All R-16 personnel, report to their assigned stations."

Turning a corner as Newt speed walks away from the two, Thomas freezes beside Blake. Furrowing her eyebrows, Blake follows the boy's line of sight to see Ava's wide eyes staring back at the two.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

Thomas quickly pulls his pistol out of its holster and aims it towards the woman standing on the other side of the hallway. Fear settles into the pit of Ava's stomach as she watches the small brunette send her a smirk as she too pulls out her weapon and aims it.

"Blake! Thomas, no!" Newt suddenly shouts, having noticed Janson on the opposite end of the hallway. The blond quickly pushes the two brunettes out of the way as gunshots ring out, hitting the metal walls behind the three as they duck their heads.

Pushing the smaller one in front of them, the two boys cover Blake's body with theirs as they run away from the gunfire, dodging bullets as they whizz pass.

Sparks fly past the three as they come to a different hallway, the fake guards getting their weapons ready as they shout for their friend.

"Min!" Blake yells frantically, trying to catch the boy's attention somehow as she walks in between the two boys her beside her.

"Minho!" Thomas shouts, voice carrying through the small hallway as people around the floor start to scream and scatter around in panic.

"Freeze!" A guard suddenly yells, but get cut off when all three teenagers pull the trigger and send him to the ground.

"Nighty, night, you shank." Blake spat as Thomas pulls her by the waistband of her pants to shield them from the gunfire.

"Minho!" Thomas tries again in a loud yell, running with Blake and Newt hot on his trail.

"Min?!" Blake screamed, praying her best friend could hear her somehow. "Minho!"

"Min?! Minho?!" A faint, but familiar feminine voice screams from the other side of the door, making Minho's eyes flutter open.

"Doctor, he's coming out of it."

"Get me another sedative." The doctor orders, quickly walking away to retrieve the sedative.

Dark brown orbs blink at the orange lights flashing around him. Not believing his own ears, Minho strains his ears to listen closer as his eyes adjust to the light.

Flicking the syringe, the doctor hovers over the boy, getting ready to insert the needle one again. Minho slides the cold metal out of his pocket, letting the object rest in his hands as he gets ready.

Hearing a click and feeling the burning sensation of a bright light hit his eyelids, brown orbs suddenly snap open—making the doctor flinch back in shock. Not even a split second later, Minho slams the blade down into the doctor's thigh, making him scream out in agony as the boy kicks an incoming guard off.

Tightly gripping the other doctor's syringe ridden hand, Minho grunts as he pushes the syringe into the man's neck, effectively sending the doctor to the ground unconscious.

Thomas pushes Blake behind him as the three continue firing shots off, squeezing the trigger again, the gun clicks.

"Shit." Thomas cusses as he throws the strap off of shoulder, letting go of the now useless gun.

Back pedaling as Blake comes to stop beside Newt, more guards pile in from the other side of the hallway.

"Over here!"

"There they are!"

Blake and Newt cut the men off as they scream out to the other guards, silencing them with gunfire as they drop to the ground.

"I'll cut them off!" Newt shouts as Blake and Thomas fend off the guards on the other side.

"Blake, get down!" Thomas yells, reaching out to grab onto the small girl's biscep, tugging her down with him away from the gunfire. "Newt, get down"

The three dodge the bullets whizzing past as they slide down to take cover behind a corner. "Shit, I'm almost out." Blake pants, trying to catch her breath as she slams the clip back in, getting ready to fire more rounds.

Moving to crouch, and aiming his gun to get more shots off, Thomas fires away at the guards down the hall. Blake's emerald orbs widen at a bag laying behind the boy, quickly sliding over and digging through the bag, the small brunette clicks the button as the device begins to tick with whirling sound coming from her small hands.

"Get back!" Blake yells frantically, waving to the boys to take cover as she quickly pushes past Thomas. The boy's eyebrows furrow as the small brunette slides the rapid beeping device down the hall. Not even a split second later, the device explodes, making sparks and guards fly as electricity pops through the air.

"Get fucked." Blake smirks, turning back around to Thomas sending the small girl a look of pride. "Nice, one babe."

The pet name causes needles to prickle the girl's neck as a light blush tints her already flushed cheeks. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...Blake hums in her head, shaking her thoughts away as Thomas pulls her into a run.

"Let's go, let's go!" Thomas ushers the two behind him, not looking where they're going as a voice makes the three skid to a stop.

Emerald, whiskey, and dark orbs widen as a guard aims his gun at the three, making the girl's body shake as she stares ahead in fear.

"You three freeze!" The guard yells "Get down on your knees!"

Thomas and Blake stumble back as the guard continues yelling and pointing his gun down to the tile, gesturing for the three to obey.

"I said, get your...."

A sudden scream fills the air, making the guard stop as he whips around just in time for a body to collide with his.

The boy grips onto the guard's collar and screams in his face, making Blake's heart beat faster than it was before.

𝘕𝘰...𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

Lifting the guard to the side as he lets out another scream, the boy throws the man into the window beside him—glass shattering everywhere as the body flies through into another room. Another yell leaves the boy's throat as his face flushes red, staring at the now, shattered window.

Tears of joy cloud Blake's vision as the boy turns around. "Min?" Blake breathes out, her emeralds bright and filled with joy.

Not wasting another second to even let the boy comprehend what is happening, the small brunette quickly sprints forward, catching Minho off guard as her small body collides with his, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she chokes back a sob.

Thomas and Newt's boots squeak against the tile as they sprint forward, wrapping their own arms tightly around the two in a group hug.

A stray, but happy tear slides down Blake's face red cheeks as the four step back, panting in disbelief and pure happiness.

"Is this real?" Minho looks between the three, praying he wasn't in another simulation. Confirming with a nod, the three keep their joy filled smiles plastered on their faces as they look to the boy in shock.

"I got them! I got them! Over here!" A man's voice cuts the four out of their reunion, making the teens all snap their heads to the men as they stalk around the corner.

"Go, go! This way!" Thomas yells, pushing Blake in front of him as the four kick into a sprint.

"Come on!" Thomas yells as they round another corner, weaving in and out of the numerous hallways as their footsteps pound against the tile.

"Whoa!" Blake skids to a stop, seeing the guard piling out from behind a corner in front of her.

"In here, in here!" Thomas yells, reaching out to grab onto Blake's arm to pull her with him.

Gunshots echo through the corridor as Thomas quickly slams the door shut, clicking the lock off to the side in place as Blake scans her wide emeralds around the room. 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥.

Grunts and thuds sounds from the other side of the door as Minho jumps forward. "Newt, come on!" The boy says as he and the blond rush forward to push a metal cart in-front of the door.

Furrowing her eyebrows as she watches Thomas slowly walk towards the window, Blake comes to stand beside the boy with a look of pure terror.

"No" Blake shakes her head, fear and adrenaline making her whole body tremble as she meets Thomas' gaze.

"Shit." Thomas whispers as he tears his whiskey orbs away from the small girl to glance at the door in-front of the four.

A drill whirls from the other side of the door, spiking the small brunette's adrenaline as she flickers her gaze between the door and the window behind her. 𝘕𝘰—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Sparks fly around the edge of the door as Blake glances up to make eye contact with Thomas, pure terror floods through her body as the boy sends her a look.

𝘕𝘰. The small brunette's hands shake as her body racks with fear. 𝘐𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. Blake sakes her head, trying to calm herself down.

"Any ideas?" Minho questions, keeping his eyes trained on the door sparking in-front of the four.

"A bad one." Blake's voice shook as she spoke, not liking the idea one bit.

"Maybe." Thomas answers, looking back from the window to the boys, who turned to look at the two brunettes.

Grunts escape Newt and Minho's lips as they throw a large metal object through the glass, making Blake flinch back as she fiddles with her trembling hands.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘺. The girl tries to calm her rapid heart rate as she squeezes her eyes shut.

"Okay, it's doable." Thomas nods his head in-between breaths, looking down to the water below the tall building. "Just need a running start." The boy pants, glancing back to see the small brunette pacing around the room, running her hands through her hair.

"Hey" Thomas' voice softens as he turns around to stop the terrified girl. "It's gonna be okay." He cooes, stopping the girl from pacing as he takes her small hands in his.

Pure terror in the large emeralds staring back up at him makes Thomas' heart squeeze. "I'll be right with you the whole time, okay. We've got this."

Letting her lashes flutter as she only nods her head hesitantly, Blake follows Thomas as the four get ready to sprint and make the jump.

"Are you sure about this?" Minho questions, looking between his friends and the shattered window in-front of them.

"Not really." Thomas answers, cocking his head to the side as he rolls his shoulders.

"Nice pep talk." Minho shakes his head as he gets ready to sprint.

"Yeah." Newt sighs "We're all bloody inspired."

Blake keeps quiet as the sound of blood pumping through her ears drowns out the boys talking. Her whole body shakes with a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety, feeling like her legs turned into jello.

A sudden thud pounds against the metal door, making the four quickly snap their heads back over their shoulders to the guards piling in, signaling to the group it was now or never.

"Shit." Thomas jumps in place, reaching his large hand out to try to find Blake's, but somehow as the boy reaches out, he only catches air.

"Move it, move it!" The guards shout as the three boys sprint out of the window, leaving Blake to hesitate for a second before turning on her heel.

And as if slow motion Blake holds her breath as her heart beats rapidly in her chest, adrenaline pumping at an all time high.

Right before she takes a step, a sudden familiar tingle shoots through her body, making her tense up in pain as she falls to the tile floor below.

"Thomas!" Minho shouts, his legs kicking into the air, his heart racing as the pool of water grows closer.

"Ohhh shit!" Thomas screams, right before plunging into the freezing cold water below.

Only three splashes sound from the pool as Janson runs to the edge of the shattered window, letting a smirk rest on his lips as he glances at the paralyzed brunette laying on the floor behind him. Glancing back around to the three ripples of water down below, the man grits his teeth as he cusses mentally.

The three boys break the surface as they come up for air, gasping as they look up to where they had just jumped from.

Not noticing the fourth member was missing, Thomas' lips pull into a smile as he spots Janson's shiloette hovering over the edge of the window.

Letting a laugh escape, Thomas quickly throws the older man the finger, laughing as Minho's dark orbs quickly snap around—looking for his best friend.

"Where the hell is Blake?" Minho's voice shakes with pure terror and concern before diving back down to look under the surface.

"Wha- She's not here?" Thomas questions, quickly snapping his whiskey orbs around the pool of water, searching for the small girl.

Worry and fear squeezes his heart as he feels his throat constricting. "Blake?" Thomas screams, his voice cracking as the desperation to find the girl shows through his horrified orbs. "Blake?"

Gasping as he comes up for air, Minho's eyes widen as he looks up to the building. "She's not here." The boy confirms again, watching as Janson turns around in the window to leave the boys worrying from below.

"I saw her running" Newt shakes his head as he swims to the edge, slowly pulling himself out of the water as Thomas feels the tears burning in his eyes. "She was right behind us."