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"Minho!! minho!!" Thomas screamed his blood running cold as he watched minho being carried away. His heart beat fast in his chest as the doors closed taking minho from him his screams echoing back to him.
For the first couple minutes he couldn't even move his mind frozen the last couple minutes replaying in his mind over and over again.
They had minho. They had minho!! In that moment he knew he was going back. He couldn't leave him behind.
Through out the scorch minho and thomas had gotten closer hearing his encouragement kept him going . He woldn't have made it out without him. He had grown to love minho as more than just a friend.
And now standing in the ruble of what was left of wicked's attack. Minho's words kept coming back to him.
"Those kids back there...i don't want to end up like them." Minho had told thomas .
And now minho was in the hands of wicked . Thomas pictured minho strung up like those kids back their having tests taken on him. His blood boiled with every thought.
No matter what it took he was going to get minho back and destroy wicked. They had taken somebody he loved from him. Well he was going to kill them all.