Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

“Please... my... Lord...! Don’t... do... this...!” Somehow Thomas knew it was his end. “You have failed me!” Said the other Thomas. “I’ll take care of everything personally…!” Then his body began to burn, wrapped in flames, and causing a terrifying scream of pain. Outside, Mark and Mulligan heard the scream and ran to open the door to enter. It was locked and they began to beat it hard with their bodies to open it. On the third attempt they succeeded and entered. Thomas was standing next to the table, watching them with a smile on his lips, and with what looked like a pile of ashes on the table and floor. They ordered him to sit down again; when they saw he didn’t have the handcuffs, they dr

he said, shaking his head sadly. " It bled my heart the last time I had to kill so many of you " Thomas said, and in that moment Reuben's eyes widened in realization, and he put it all together, the attack at the beach, when Fasting had killed fourteen agents, it wasn't Fasting's men that had infiltrated the group, it was Thomas, he convinced CSS agents to fire at their own team members, it was him all along.

"You monster! She's still in high school! You'll regret this!" Thomas stood up and smashed a beer bottle over Hudson's head. "Regret it? If my sister hadn't told me to keep a low profile, Jeremiah would've been serving me instead. Forget Gray City; the entire Dragonia would bow before me!" Thomas patted Hudson's bruised face and suddenly broke into a sinister grin. "Since you think I'm a monster, fine. I'll show you what a real monster looks like." Thomas pointed at Tammy. "Hold her down on the coffee table. I want him to see what a monster is. If you can't repay your debts with money, then pay with your body."

I responded making him quiet then took another pack to smoke. "Well I don't." "Same as I." I responded with a smile. We were silent for a while before Thomas started the conversation again. "So why aren't you with the King boy?" "He ain't in school. Saw he got beaten up pretty badly. Whoever did it has my approval of a wonderful artist." I responded then huffed my smoke. Thomas started to smile then faced forward when I looked at him before he huffed his smoke. I searched his thoughts for more information and saw that he loves money and women and was addicted to watching porn and taking drugs.

Marco's Pov I got home that morning, tired, mind already heavy with the mess we’d been drowning in. I hadn’t even taken off my jacket when my phone rang. One of the guards—his voice shaking—told me Thomas was dead. Shot by Gabriel. And now, Gabriel was claiming everything. It sounded crazy, I almost laughed. Just too ridiculous to believe. Thomas? Dead? Gabe owning everything? But when I got there—when I saw the blood, the chaos, the body—my chest went cold. It was real.

He looks and only one word comes out of his mouth: “Fuck” The mobster he had hired to sabotage Sebastian's car was in a very illegal transaction with the head of the asylum's guards. The man sold drugs between the guards and nurses, and was receiving and paying the monthly amount, when he saw Thomas. The mobster also recognized Thomas and laughed. Thomas tries to escape to the other side, but is grabbed and attacked. - I always thought I made a mistake not killing you after the mission fiasco. I knew you were going to report me. By chance, the investigation came to nothing, but nothing guarantees that a crazy person like you won't end up spilling the beans again.

There didn't appear to be any other individuals with them. Thomas exited the pickup truck, and with as much grace as possible he slinked to the van. Reaching the back of the vehicle he looked through the window and saw Maria laying there. She looked to be out cold but relatively unharmed. He sighed, as if a load of concrete had just melted from his shoulders. With this knowledge now in hand, he decided to follow the men who were heading into the woods. He followed the two, making sure that they didn't spot him. The charcoal blanket of the night made it difficult to see their appearances clearly but he could tell that the taller one looked older and was the boss. Whereas the younger man, was

he exclaimed, his tone filled with defiance. Thomas responded with a callous chuckle, dismissing Damon's resistance. "I don't need to personally ruin your life, Damon. I've already done enough to ensure you can handle it. But let's be honest here, your life was already ruined the moment you took the life of Mr. Madison—Kylie's father!" Thomas's shocking revelation hung in the air, crashing over Asher like a tidal wave of disbelief.

Theo choked on the words, then asked, small and scared, "Thomas, you know how to… disarm bombs?" Thomas let something like a soft smile touch his face. "Yes. I can do anything." Theo was young; his fear was raw and immediate. Seeing Thomas hurt, seeing the bomb twitch toward zero, watching the room ignite—fear swelled in him. Yet Thomas's hands didn't shake. He worked deliberately, as if the smoke and the heat were another part of the room's geometry. With ten seconds left, he found the second crucial wire and cut it. Theo's body went taut, breath held. The countdown froze at eight seconds exactly. The bomb did not explode.

Slowly, he reached out and took it. "I want to go home," he whispered. "That's exactly where I'm taking you," Thomas promised, gently helping him out of the closet. "Stay close to me, okay? We're going to find your papa." As Thomas led Miguel carefully through the hallways, memories flooded back. Seven years. Seven long years he'd been living this double life. Seven years ago Rain pounded against the warehouse windows as Thomas crouched behind a stack of crates, gun drawn. The raid was going south fast. Three officers down already, and Victor's men were better armed than anyone had expected.