Thomas South Park Novels & Stories

“Good way to show religiosity.” “That’s because we’re not that kind of brotherhood,” Thomas said. “Our group has nothing to do with your God or that brotherhood I mentioned. Rather, we worship our lord Lucifer, and I have to admit that we didn’t like the news that might be in the world another Jesus, even if he is cloned. My mission was to eliminate him, but since I’m curious, I have decided rather to take him to our house to see if he could really be His clone. The problem is there are too many people involved now, and I’m glad to have reached you before the Second Coming and The Blessed Ones, which is another group very interested in finding you.” Those who were upstairs came down with Han

Thomas cheekily leans towards Carl with a kissy face to which Carl laughs and pushes Thomas away. “No, you idiot, that’s for later, after I win this fucking case!” “Right, first we must save America’s worst movie franchise!” Thomas says in a sarcastic voice. “I just don’t think I can save these movies from being an absolute shit show. But since Rock Camp means everything to you guys, I’m willing to at least try to save it. You guys need jobs, and I need a fricking vacation when this is over.” Thomas looks appreciatively at his friend.

It Was a manic broken sound that bounced off the warehouse walls and made my skin crawl. “He looked so surprised.” Thomas whispered, smiling now, “When I grabbed him. Like he couldn’t believe it. Like he thought he was safe. Thought his little morals would protect him.” I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat, “You’re insane.” “I’m free!” Thomas shouted, eyes gleaming with a terrifying light, “He thought he could play god with my life. But I showed him what happens when you think you’re better than me!” Kaidon didn’t move. He just stared at Thomas like he was looking at something already dead.

They retorted, voice laced deep with sarcasm. Relief fills me like a balloon, it's only my oh so lovely brother Thomas. Jumping out of my bed, I hurry across my floor, unlock my door, and swing it open. Here I was worried about nothing. Thomas wears a lopsided smile that's kind of comical, his golden blonde hair is messy, and Christmas pajama pants hang on his hips not bothering to wear a t-shirt. Both Declan and Thomas don't ever wear a t-shirt to bed, definitely a guy thing. What a look.

Thomas was a very exhausting human. "I know what it is. It's that Catcher bastard. Oh, I can smell his dirty paws all over this. He probably paid them to say all these hateful things about me," He looked up at me and met my eyes since he began his rant, "They called me unintellectual. THEY FUCKING CALLED ME DUMB! CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?!" Good old Brian Catcher. That man for sure had my vote. But as for Thomas' question, I shook my head saying no but the truth was that I could actually believe it. Anyone who spent fifteen minutes with Thomas would most surely be able to believe it.

"But the 'Universal Auditor'... he said Thomas was the 'Target'." The Vow of the "Unindexed" Ethan looked at Thomas. The boy’s "Friendly" eyes were now "Calculating" and cold—a "Recursive" reflection of his father’s "Furious Youth." Thomas wasn't just a "Biological Key" anymore; he was a "System-Threat" that the "Sovereign" couldn't "Audit."

Mikel woke up next to me, and he knew something was wrong right away. "What kind of press thing?" I asked, but I already knew I wasn't going to like it. Thomas was on the screen, standing at a podium. It looked like it was at the downtown Marriott. Even at 78, he had that Romano presence, the thing that built a whole empire. But his eyes looked really scary—like he was coolly planning something, but also super mad. "Folks," Thomas started, his voice sounding like he had been talking in boardrooms for decades. "I'm not here as a businessman today, but as a worried family member trying to help a kid."

Lim asked as he crouched his head down to them. "Lim... Lim, you can't do this to us. Remember, we're still your brothers," Thomas begged. Lim laughed in mockery. Thomas should have gone into comedy rather than a business. He would have been very good at cracking jokes because as far as he could recall, Thomas was the number one bully who always stepped on him before the others. Lim stopped laughing, and the intimidating smile returned to his lips. "Oh Thomas, you're so funny," he said, wiping off the little tears drops that formed in his eyes due to his laughter.

"Ten minutes. Like I'm one of his employees. Like I don't have thoughts or feelings or basic human dignity." Thomas appeared a moment later, refilling my water glass, his expression carefully neutral though I caught the faintest hint of amusement lurking somewhere behind his eyes. "Everything alright, Madam?" he asked. "Peachy," I said flatly. "Absolutely wonderful. I'm married to a lunatic who fabricates entire wedding ceremonies for public relations purposes and then tells me to shut up and eat breakfast." "He does have a certain way about him," Thomas said diplomatically. "That's one word for it," I muttered.

Thomas's deep voice rang out through the empty parking space as he stopped in front of us. "When it comes to my pack's safety, you'll find I can be quite protective. We don't get outsiders here often, so when we do, we treat them all the same." "So you always have one of your mutt's tail strays outside their homes for a week before they come home. Damn, and here I thought I was special." I inwardly cursed at the fact that he had figured out Parker was tailing him. Parker was the best tracker we had; if Thomas spotted him, it only meant he either had equipment we didn't know about that could track outside movement within a certain parameter, or I terribly underestimated Thomas and his wolf.