Sodor Fallout Thomas 소설 & 이야기

Their tension spilled into small fights that I amplified by causing doors to slam during the worst moments. One evening Thomas drank too much and went down to the basement alone with a sledgehammer. He attacked the new concrete near the back wall, cracking it in several places. “Come on,” he muttered. “Show me what you are.” I pushed with everything I had. A larger section broke away, revealing more dirt and the unmistakable curve of bone. Thomas dropped the hammer, stumbling back in horror.

Thomas quickly seals the entrance with a pile of rocks and branches before lighting a torch with a flick of his wrist. I lean against the cold stone wall, trying to steady my breathing, but the world tilts slowly. I glance down at my shoulder—my shirt is soaked through with blood, dark and wet. No. No. My knees buckle, and I drop to the ground just as Thomas’s voice fades into a distant echo. Everything goes black. *** My eyes flutter open to the warm glow of a small fire. A wild fowl roasts over the flames, its skin crackling. Thomas sits nearby, crushing herbs with a smooth stone.

“Alright, alright—consider it a day off then. I asked you here to talk about Bob.” Jaden took a sip of wine. “After Thomas moved out of the old house, he went to Poola a few days later. There, he got into a fight with Bob—almost to the point of throwing punches. But with so many bodyguards around Bob, and Thomas’s poor health, he was stopped.” Chris gave Jaden a look. “So, the information you leaked—Thomas already knows about it.”

“He’s the Alpha right now.” Liam roared once more. Thomas collapsed completely. Blood trickled from his nose. Samuel whispered, “Adrian…” “Yes?” “Is he killing him?” Adrian looked down at Thomas. “…Almost.” Thomas gasped weakly. “You… can’t let a baby kill me…” Adrian crouched beside him. “Why not?” Thomas coughed. “I can help you.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “How?” Thomas whispered desperately, “White wolves attract enemies.”

Just enough: that Sarah was being very quiet, that we were worried, that we wanted protection for our daughter. “I’ll send some names.” Thomas replied, and I heard the sound of a keyboard in the background. “There’s a guy I know, he worked with witness protection. Discreet, competent.” “Thank you.” “Dorian…” Thomas hesitated. “Do you really think she would try something?” “I don’t know.” I answered, looking through the glass door that opened onto the garden. “But I’m not going to take the risk.”

" Many people called me a monster over the years but I can say this much, if I am a monster just know it was your people that set me on the path to becoming one. Do me a favor and remember one thing. I hate your people, don't give me a reason to end your life and those of your friends." "Hayden, you good?" Thomas asked over his shoulder. As if a haze was lifted from Christopher his narrowed eyes opened wide and he saw the pale terrified look on Sarah's face, his hand still around her throat which he could feel her trembling underneath his grip. He blinked his eyes a few times as they dart around in almost every direction. Slowly he began releasing his grip on her. "I- I am sorry." He muttere

~DAMIAN~ I walked inside and went straight to the living room, then sat on the sofa and tried to process what Thomas just told me. Sierra was his sister, but how would that be possible? Sierra was Mr. Reid's daughter, and it won't make sense that Mr. Reid was also Thomas's father because his father died when he was still a little boy—nine years old, and Mr. Reid was alive at that time. “Damian?” Only hearing Thomas's voice from the other end brought me back to my senses as I realized the phone was still pressing on my ear.

“What happened?” Thomas looked at himself. “I was once a young man in search of a life. My parents dumped me in the gutters as I was born out of wedlock. It took time but I discovered their names. The price for that knowledge being driven from the city. I was surrounded by sick people in the height of the Spanish flu. This was my final end until he turned up.” William watch along with Thomas as the handsome, smartly dressed doctor stepped into the dirt covered rotten smelling dwelling. The man touches his barely beating chest before biting him. Death was replaced by immortality…

Joseph died instantly, while Thomas suffered compound fractures in both legs and was pulled from the wreckage in a deep coma. Soon after, the media dug up all the scandals—the dirty secrets of the Sinclair family, Sarah's true identity, and their abuse of me. The once-prominent Sinclair family collapsed overnight. When Thomas woke up in intensive care and learned of Joseph's death and his own permanent disability, he suffered a complete mental breakdown and was transferred to another psychiatric hospital. He spent his days muttering to himself, calling out "Cynthia" to empty air. After trying to escape, Sarah had a lobotomy. Day after day, she endured torturous "treatment", living a fate wor