Hypnotized - sequel to 'Captivated'

Three - reunite

We never even tried

We never even talked

We never even thought in the long run.

  - Ed sheeran, Sunburn

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THOMAS POV

I stared at Chuck, lifeless on the ground, a dagger jutting out of his chest. 

Tears cascaded down my face as I raced forward, clutching his limp body. Throwing my head back, I let out a howl of pain. Why him? Why did someone so young and happy and innocent need to die? It should have been me.

Newt grabbed my shoulders. "Tommy, we need to go." he said quietly.

I looked up, shooting him a teary glare. I didn't want to leave Chuck. Newt should understand that...he knows what it's like to lose someone. Every time I look at him, I can see that he's still broken. Newt will never be whole again. And nor will I.

Soon the rescue team were grabbing my shirt, pulling me away. Away from Chuck. I let out another scream, my throat becoming raw and my lungs burning.

"THOMAS!" a girl's voice yelled back in my head. The urgency of her voice makes my skin erupt with shivers, and chills run down my spine.

Newt's head snapped up, as if he had heard it too. 

"THOMAS WHERE ARE YOU?!"

I looked to Newt, my bloodshot eyes becoming wide. "T-that sounded like..." I trailed off, not wanting to say it. He would never forgive me if I said it. So I shut up, averting my gaze back to Chuck's paralyzed body.

"I...I heard it too..." Minho stuttered, looking warily at Newt as the rescue team yell at us to hurry up. 

"No you didn't." Newt snapped, his expression turning dark. I can see it again, the excruciating hurt torturing his eyes. "Come on, we need to get out of here."

The rescue team hauled me back further, carrying me towards a large coach. Minho and Newt hopped on after the rest of the gladers. Teresa grabbed my hand, pulling me on before I could run back to Chuck. 

Then the doors were closed, and we were leaving. 

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LILY POV

Lily awoke, feeling tired and angry, in the back seat of a car that smelled of lavender and disinfectant. The unfamiliar feeling of travel sickness lurched in her stomach. She had no conscious memories of being in a car, and she didn't like it one bit. It felt far too claustrophobic. 

"You alright?" called a soft voice.

Lily's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head to look at the woman sitting beside her. She had brunette hair pulled back into a French twist, and kind grey eyes. But Lily could sense that there was something slightly off about her.

"What the shuck is happening now?!" Lily groaned, unable to understand what was going on.

"You're safe." the woman assured her.

Lily snorted. "I've heard that one before." 

The woman reached out, resting a hand on Lily's shoulder. "Our team has rescued you from WICKED headquarters. You're never going back there again, Lily, I promise you."

"How do you know my name?" Lily asked cautiously, brushing the woman's hand from her shoulder.

"The government has a record of all the children kidnapped by WICKED. We have made it our mission from day one to bring them all back safely." she explained.