Back at Wicked

                        Thomas's (POV)
I was awake before my alarm went off thinking I would be doing another round of "training" today like I've done many times before..  I still can't count how long I've been here at Wicked at least a month maybe longer in this SHUCK place...

"Wait where did that come from? Why did using it sound so familiar?"

Before I can even think of a reason of how the word and the little girl from my dreams are both connected..
I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the door opening..

I expect to see Tyler but I don't instead I see Janson...

A little shocked I look at him and ask "Where's Tyler?"

Janson looks at me "I've sent him on a little scouting mission." He replies.

I'm not worried Tyler seems like he can handle himself..

I look at Janson again and ask
"Why are you here?"

He looks at me without even answering my question turns to me and asks.. "Thomas.. Do you know what we do here at Wicked?"

I look at him and say "Other than  Wicked Is Good I don't know much."

"So Janson, What is it that you do here at Wicked?" I ask him..

He looks at me and replies "We are looking for a cure from the flare.. I look at him puzzled and ask "What's the flare?"

Janson then continues "It's a dangerous virus that attacks the brain, it makes a person go crazy, they also get high fevers.

He continued "At Wicked we are looking for a cure for the flare.. there are kids out there in the world that are  immune to the flare.." he pauses for a few minutes probably waiting to see how I will react to information..

I look at him ask the question that has been swirling through my mind ever since our conversation started "Is there anyone who wants to stop you?"

"Yes Thomas there's a group out there called The Right Arm.. they are against what Wicked stands for." He tells me..

Janson looks at me and says "Any questions Thomas?"

After hearing everything.. I look at him and my only response is.. "What do you need me to do to help Wicked?"

Janson reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single photo.. a little girl no older than five maybe six years old..

I realize it's the same photo he showed me a few days earlier which he asked me if recognized the girl in the picture..

I look at the photo and try keep the memory of the same girl screaming my name in the dream a secret from Janson..

"What about her? I ask pointing at the little girl in the photo. She looks young to pose any threat to wicked..

Janson looks at me laughs and replies "She's no threat to Wicked."

I'm confused looking back at Janson I reply "If she's no threat to Wicked then what's the plan?"

Janson looks at me then says "We save the girl.. she's special Thomas.. and we can't have her fall into the wrong hands. The Right Arm are the wrong hands."

I look at Janson and reply "Ok sir. Mission accepted Rescue the girl."

Janson nods approving my decision..

Janson stands and heads to the door.. I get up quick and ask "Sir?"

He looks at me confused "Yes. Thomas?"

I take a breathe before asking "Sir. Can I keep the photo of the girl?"

Janson looks at me puzzled then asks "Why would want to keep the photo?"

"So I know who my target is I'm going after on the mission.. you never know if there are more children around the little girl's age or she could have a twin?" I say

He looks at me then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the photo of the little girl and hands it to me..

Before Janson leaves the room he says "Oh Thomas one more thing to remember Wicked Is Good." I look at him and respond "Yes sir." With that he leaves..

I'm left alone as I look down at the photo of the girl.. I'm going to find the girl..

I quietly pack a bag with water, food, a blanket, a needle with some stuff to knock her out for a few hours and a medical kit.. then I leave Wicked to find the girl..

                           Y/N'S (POV)

It's morning at the right arm camp..

Everyone is still asleep.. I'm wide awake I decide to take a walk away from the camp..

I'm at least two miles away from camp when I see him.. my eyes can't believe what they see and my mind is telling me it's not true.. my heart and feet are telling me to run to him...

I'm telling myself "He can't be here.
He can't be real. There's No way."

Standing right in front of me is "Tommy?"