𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩..

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 pounds rapidly against her chest as she briskly walks by Teresa's side, hoping and praying that they finally find Minho.

"Keep moving." Thomas mutters from the other side of Teresa, making the girl roll her blue orbs as Newt trails behind the three, like Blake had done previously.

Reaching out to press his finger onto the button on the side of the elevator door, Thomas holds onto Teresa tightly as they wait.

"Come on, come on." Thomas whispers in frustration, reaching out again after a slight pause, to push the buttons again.

Newt slowly turns his head as he scans around the foyer, hoping nobody would notice two guards standing by the girl and himself—standing a few meters behind the three, trying to not draw attention.

Suddenly, the elevator door dings, making the small brunette let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

The blond quickly follows in behind the three, standing off the the side as they pile into the small space. Pressing the up button, Blake's heart races as she tries to keep herself calm.

A long and agonizing few seconds roll by as the four wait on the elevator to go up. As the doors slowly hiss to close, a sudden hand reaches out, stopping the door.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. Blake cusses over and over in her head as the face that appears in her nightmares suddenly apears.

"Hold it" Janson says, stepping into the small space as he presses a button.

Blake squeezes her eyes shut tightly behind her mask, her heart nearly bursting out her her chest from the anxiety. All three of the 'guards' tense as Janson looks between the group, eyeing them suspiciously.

Small hands grip the gun in her hands tighter as she exchanges glances with the two boys on either side of her. Her knuckles mostly likely turning white as Blake's hands shake uncontrollably.

Thomas grip on his gun also tightens as he glances from the man in front of them, to the smaller guard to his left, instantly noticing her clearly distraught form.

The boy's gaze softens behind the mask as he watches the small girl trying to calm herself down, anger boils through Thomas' body as he tries not to think of the things that Janson did to her.

"You're working late." Janson speaks, breaking the silence, making the three behind them shift uncomfortably. Teresa only chuckles softly as a response, fighting the anxiety crawling up her chest.

"See what's what I like about you, Teresa. No matter how bleak things get, you just...well, you never give up." Janson continues trying to make conversation as the small brunette feels her throat slowly constricting. Emerald orbs widen in fear as she blinks rapidly, trying to keep focused.

"Times like this, you need a friend that you can count on." Janson continues as Teresa spoke to not cause anymore suspicion. "I'll bear that in mind."

"There is one thing that you should know. One friend to another" Janson's lips tug at the corners of his mouth. "Thomas and Blake are here." The man whispers, sending chills down the small brunette's spine as she tries to keep herself together.

"A surveillance picked them up outside the walls. Ava didn't want you to know, but there is a chance Thomas might make contact with you—and if he does" Janson pauses as he cocks his head to the side. "Well, I'd like to think that I'd be your first call."

"Are you going to kill them?" Teresa questions, making Blake's small hands shake even more against the metal of her gun.

Whiskey orbs watch as Blake's shaky hand fiddles with the zipper on the side of her pants, trying to busy herself. Slowly, Thomas reaches out and glides his hand down to interlace his digits with hers, stepping closer to the small girl to hide their hands.

"Would that be a problem?" Janson questions, raising an eyebrow as he stares at Teresa, hoping to break her.

Blake's eyes squeeze shut once again as a long and dreadful few seconds roll by, silently thanking Thomas as she sends him a gentle squeeze of her hand.

Suddenly the elevator door dings, making Janson finally turn his head back to the doors in front of him. Thomas slowly releases Blake's hand with another gentle squeeze as the doors hiss open, not wanting Janson to see the two and grow suspicious.

"This is me." Teresa announces, nodding towards the floor in-front of them to silently tell the three behind her.

Letting out a small and shaky breath, Blake follows in behind Teresa and Newt as Thomas hangs back to hit Janson's shoulder as he walks past, making Janson smirk as he watches the four leave.

Blake sighs in relief as the door to the elevator finally closes behind them. "Thank god." The girl whispers, keeping gaze in front of her as her eyes shut for a split second.

"Thomas, you have to listen to me. Getting that serum won't save Newt." Teresa's annoying voice fills Blake's ears as they walk through the hall. "It might buy him some time but..."

"Just ignore her. She's trying to get inside your head." Newt mutters, pushing Teresa forward as the four  continue down the hallway.

"Thomas, listen. You know what's going on out there. People are dying. The world is dying. There's something either in your blood or Blake's that I don't understand."

"God, do you ever shut up?" Blake chuckles out a scoff, letting her emerald roll as Thomas suddenly stops at a set of doors. "Open it." He grumbles, not wanting to talk.

Teresa reaches out and slides the key card into the reader, making the light turn green as the doors hiss open.

"Let me run some tests.." Teresa continues on, looking between the two as Blake rolls her emeralds one again, behind the mask—wishing Teresa could see her annoyance.

"I promise I can protect the both of you." The girl continues trying as the three pile onto the elevator.

Anger rages through Thomas' body as he suddenly rips his mask off, throwing to the ground below with a smack. "Yeah? Like you protected Minho?" Thomas questions stepping closer to the other girl as Blake holds herself back from tearing into Teresa, herself.

"What are you doing?" Newt hisses, stepping forward to lay his hand on Thomas shoulder.

"How many people is it gonna take?" Thomas questions, his eyebrows furrowing together as he steps closer. "How many more people do they have to round up, torture—" Thomas nods behind him to the small girl burning holes into Teresa's head over his shoulder. "—Kill? Huh? When the hell does it stop?"

"It's stops when we find a cure."

"There is no goddamn cure!" Thomas steps closer, his teeth clenching together as he waits for Teresa to respond.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵. Blake blinks, her lips pulling at the corners of her mouth, watching as Thomas' veins protrude out of the side of his neck.

"Don't waste your breath, Teresa." Janson's voice suddenly cuts through the tension, making Blake slightly jump as her small hands raise her weapon up in defense.

Janson keeps his gun trained on the four as Blake's boys raise their own weapons up.

Slowly stepping in-front of Blake, blocking Janson's view, Thomas sends the man a glare across the small walkway, making the man's own lips curl into a smirk behind his gun at the boy's weakness. "He made his choice long ago."

Newt slowly reaches his hand out and pulls Blake with him as he back into the elevator, letting Thomas step in-front of the two as emerald orbs stare at the scene in a mixture shock and fear.

"Drop it, kid!" Another man's voice yells from the side, making Thomas take another step back as guards aim their weapons at the group.

Reacting quickly, Thomas grabs Teresa and pulls her flush up against up his broad chest, making her gasp in shock as the boy holds a gun to her head.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. Blake cheers the boy on as she adjusts her gun, ready to see the other girl's brains scattered all over the squeaky clean tile below.

"Back up. Tell them to back off!" Thomas yells out, his race turning beet red as his voice raises "Tell them to back off!"

"Hey, Thomas come on. It's me." Janson tries, cocking his head to the side as he takes slow and cautious steps towards the elevator. "I've known you and Blake longer than you can remember."

The boy stiffens as he hears Janson mention the small brunette's name, silently praying that he doesn't suspect her to be behind him. Thomas wanted her far away from the sick and twisted asshole as possible. Did he like that she was with them trying to find Minho? No. Clearly he hated her being in danger, but there was no way possible he could've stopped her from coming with them. Thomas knew it was like talking to a brick wall when Blake had her mind set on something. The girl was stubborn.

"You're not going to shoot her." Janson shakes his head, stopping meters away from the group.

"You don't think so?" Thomas questions, his eyes narrowing as he cocks his head to the side. 𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦.

"Okay. Go on then." Janson takes his aim off of the two, letting the metal sit in his hands as he lifts it into the air. "Shoot her. Prove me wrong."

"Shoot. Her." Janson pushes again, his teeth clenching as he sends the boy a look, growing more agitated by the seconds rolling by.

Suddenly, Teresa elbows Thomas in the stomach and pushes him into the elevator, knocking Blake down as he stumbles back in pain. Quickly pulling the lever down on the side, Teresa seals the three inside, watching as Thomas helps the small brunette back up to stand.

Janson's smirk falls as he darts forward, noting the exchange between Thomas and the smaller guard as he fires a few shots at the bulletproof glass. "Clear, clear!" He yells through the sirens echoing through the building.

Thomas instantly flinches and pulls Blake behind him watching as the bullets hit the glass barrier in-front of them. Raising his gun up to aim at Janson, Thomas pauses before taking his aim away from the glass, knowing they wouldn't get to the three.

Janson angrily slams his palms against the glass, glaring at the three. Thomas smirks as relief floods through his chest and Blake steps out from behind the boy—sporting a smirk of her own.

Janson continues pounding his fists on the glass, the recognition swirling in his head as he finally realizes who the tiniest 'guard' is.

Pointing to the smallest out of the three, Janson speaks, the words coming out muffled as Blake steps closer to the barrier. Ripping her mask off and letting her long brown locks flow down to her shoulders, Blake grins at the man before raising her middle finger to the glass. "Eat shit." The small brunette cusses at the man, watching in pure joy as Janson's facial expression hardens.

Following after Thomas, Newt sheds his own mask off. The small brunette quickly leaves the man on the other side of the glass to throw a tempter tantrum. Joy filling the small girl's heart as she catches up with the two boys, walking quicker than her small legs can manage.

"All R-16 personnel, report to their assigned stations." A voice carries over the loud speaker as Blake, Thomas, and Newt hide behind a wall.

Footsteps pound against the cold tile, echoing throughout the floor as Blake peers over Thomas' shoulder, watching as guards run past.

"Shit." Blake cusses, sitting back onto her butt, out of sight.