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

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It seemed like the Flare was finally catching up with her.

Before any more words could be shared, they could hear footsteps, which were almost immediately followed by a guard. The group of four immediately ran. At one point, they came to a dead end, but Darcy shouted "a door!" as she slammed her shoulder into it.

They quickly herded inside, locking it once they all got in. Knocking could be heard from the outside, along with Janson's demands to "open the door!".

On the bright side, they were momentarily away from Janson. On the down side, they were trapped.

Newt and Minho tossed some sort of trolley onto its side, aiding the lock in keeping the door shut.

The occupants of the room backed as far away from the door as possible, which happened to be by a large window, which displayed how high up they were. Darcy silently thanked herself for not having a fear of heights.

The sound of some sort of saw, along with red sparks appeared through the hole in the door.

"That can't be good," muttered Darcy before erupting in yet another coughing fit.

"Any ideas?" Shouted Minho over the noise of the saw.

Thomas, who had previously been looking out the large window, said "maybe."

Once Darcy let loose her last cough, she also looked down. Instead of there being hard concrete at the bottom, what seemed like a large fountain stood there.

"Woah, Tommy, you really thinking of going swimming?"

"It's our only way."

Thomas and Minho retrieved a large container from the corner of the room. They hoisted it up and threw it at the glass. The thin sheet shattered and the container was sent plummeting towards the fountain. It hit the water with a large splash, but it seemed as if it was deep enough to be safe if they were to jump.

"Okay." Thomas nodded. "It's doable. Just need a-- a running start." He walked away from the window.

Newt and Minho shared a look as if to say 'What?', but Darcy just shrugged and followed him.

"You sure about this?" Asked Minho, when Newt and him followed the other two.

"Not really," replied Thomas.

"That's reassuring," said Darcy.

"Nice pep talk," agreed Minho.

"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired."

They weren't given any time to prepare as, at that moment, the door broke open. There was a mixture of words from people, but she didn't know who it was or what they were saying. Limbs grabbed limbs and before she could think about what she was about to do, she ran. She sped up as the window got closer and took a large leap when she reached the edge.

She didn't comprehend what was happening until she was falling. That odd lurching feeling erupted in her stomach, making her scream loudly. The lights of the surrounding buildings around her blurred as gravity brought her down rapidly. She didn't get much of a scream out as, before she knew it, she had hit the water. It was odd: she felt like she had been falling for two seconds, but it also felt like two hours.

The water was cold when she hit it. The shoes she was wearing managed to slightly reduce the impact of the water against her feet, but the sting was still there. She didn't pay much attention to it as when she emerged from the water, more coughs broke loose from her throat. They weren't from the water-- she had managed to hold her breath before colliding with the liquid-- but from the fast pace in which she was turning into a crank.

Newt paddled over to her as her coughing was making her lose her treading. He held onto her arm, helping to keep her buoyant.

"Thanks," She managed to get out between coughs.

The three boys helped her get over to the edge of the fountain. Once she pulled herself out, she slumped onto the dry ground, still in the middle of a coughing fit.

She heard the other three muttering to each other, but she was too busy trying not to choke to focus on what they were saying.

One thing did break through her concentration on coughing, however.

"You four! Don't move!"

She forced her head up to see four guards approaching, all with weapons aimed at them.

"Take it easy!" One shouted.

I sure wish I could take it easy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, don't even think about it," another shouted, referring to Thomas about to pull out a gun. "Get on your knees, with your hands in the air."

And then, one of the guards turned on the others, quickly shooting the other three in turn. He walked towards them and took off his mask.

Gally.

*A/N: I haven't gotten any more than this pre-written, but there's probably only a couple chapters left. I already have everything planned out that's gonna happen though ;). Anyone have any predictions for how this might end?*