Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

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"You should still eat. We don't want you to starve."

The memory striking her, Darcy shot up into a sitting position, looking at Newt. "What?"

He looked confused but repeated himself. "I said we don't want you to starve--"

"Don't say that!"

The two boys shared a confused glance before looking at her once again.

"Don't ever say that again!"

She got up and walked away. "Don't even bother trying to follow me." She shouted over her shoulder. She knew her reaction was over dramatic, but after her most recent memory about Amelia, she didn't care.

She kept walking. She didn't know where she was going, but her legs still moved, bringing her in a random direction. As she walked, she could soon make out voices in the direction that she was going in. As she grew nearer, the voices became louder and clearer. She could easily identify the owners of the voices as Thomas and Teresa.

Darcy stopped to listen. Teresa was currently speaking, but something was wrong. Her voice sounded shaky, almost as if she was crying.

"--millions of people suffering out there. Millions of stories just like mine. We can't turn our backs on them. I won't."

"W-what are you saying?" Thomas asked slowly.

"I'm saying I want you to understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why I did it."

Then, there were lights in the distance. The sound of helicopters.

"Teresa..."

"Please don't fight them, Thomas."

Thomas muttered something else, but Darcy missed it. She was already running back to the camp. W.I.C.K.E.D were here. This wasn't good. She had to warn the others, maybe give them a quick head start before the helicopters got closer.

Thomas was soon catching up to her. They both ran as quickly as they could.

But they didn't get to the camp in time. One of the helicopters reached it first, sending an explosion at the camp. When it erupted, flames shot up into the night.

They were setting the camp on fire.

Thomas screamed and Darcy gasped. They stopped in their tracks, Thomas sending out an arm to keep Darcy from falling over the hill that would send her right down into a firey death.

They looked upon the scene with horror. Flames were erupting everywhere, shooting up and piercing the darkness of the night. People screamed as they ran, not knowing what to do or where to go. No one had been expecting this.

"Thomas..." breathed Darcy.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay," Thomas said. He didn't sound convincing.

One of the helicopters lowered four people down. They held massive guns, pointing them at the people that ran by. The ammunition seemed to be electric; when it struck someone, they convulsed before they fell. It did not look pleasant.