Chapter 1: Hopeless Dreams

It was a great day for Thomas. Fantastically amazing, actually. Thomas had come home from school to see Newt standing at his front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The boy was dressed in a nice suit and tie, and a big smile was plastered on his face.

"Hello Tommy," Newt greeted him cheerfully as his boyfriend came up the front steps and towards him. "These are for you." He added, handing the flowers to him.

Thomas let his backpack slide off of his shoulder and onto the ground as he happily took the flowers from Newt. He lifted them to his nose so he could smell them, then he looked back at Newt. "I love you Newt." Thomas murmured, hugging him tightly and giving him a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best boyfriend ever, and I mean that."

Newt blushed slightly, fidgeting a little at Thomas' words. "Well I don't know about that but I was thinking that we should go out with everyone and celebrate, since it's our one-year anniversary today."

Thomas grinned. "That's a great idea! Do you know if everyone can go? Wait, where are we going to go?" The dark-haired boy watched hi quizzically.

"I was thinking that we should go to that new club that opened up recently. You know? The one on Aller Street? It advertised that they host special dances on Friday nights, and you know how much I'd love to dance with you Tommy…" Newt responded, smiling at Thomas shyly. He stepped closer, kissing Thomas softly for a minute before pulling away.

Thomas kissed him back, then stared into his eyes when he moved away. "That sounds like it might be fun but I'm not so sure about it. Those clubs are really dangerous. A lot of bad people go there. I don't want to mix in with that crowd." He responded, uncertainty in his gaze.

Newt took on the voice of a small child wanting to buy some candy from the store. "Please Tommy? It'll be a lot of fun! I even invited Teresa and Minho! Please?" He begged, his eyes wide.

Thomas' gaze fell on his feet as he thought for a moment. A minute later he looked back up at Newt, sighing. "Alright. I'll go. But only because I want to spend time with you."

Newt smiled brightly at him, taking his hand. "Yes! Thanks Tommy! I know that we're going to have such a great time!"

Thomas smiled slightly, glad that he'd made his boyfriend so happy. "Well, I guess I should go get ready. I'll meet you at the club in an hour?"

Newt nodded. "Sounds good. I'll be there. Teresa and Minho will be too."

"Alright. See you then," Thomas answered, kissing his cheek and then walking into his house.

At around 5:30 pm, an hour after Thomas and Newt had spoken in front of Thomas' house, Thomas arrived at the club. He parked his car in the parking lot on the side of the building, turned his car off, then got out, walking towards the front doors. When he got there, he was greeted with a huge smile from Newt, a hug from Teresa, and a "congratulations" handshake from Minho.

"Thank you guys. I appreciate it." Thomas told them, laughing slightly. "Shall we?" He asked Newt, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers. Newt nodded in reply, following Thomas as he led him inside the club.

What they were greeted with when they stepped into the building was not what Thomas expected at all. There were only a few people inside, like five different couples, and only two booths with food. Besides there being only like ten people, nobody was dancing. And it seemed to Thomas that there wasn't even a dance floor. Something wasn't right here, and they all knew it. The four of them exchanged confused looks.

"This isn't right." Thomas was the first to speak, and as he did so, he turned to face Newt. "Now, how exactly did you find out about this club?" He questioned.

"Um…well, I heard these men talking earlier today. They said something about going to the new club that opened up on Aller Street just recently. I thought it sounded like fun so I asked them what they were talking about and they gave me the address." Newt explained, scanning Thomas' face for any signs that would tell him what he was thinking.

Suddenly Thomas' eyes went wide and he swallowed nervously. He started to shift uneasily on his feet. "D-Did these men have brown coats on? One with dark sunglasses, and the other two with blue circular pins on their shirts?"

Newt frowned, concerned. "Y-Yeah….?" He answered.

"Shit…..shit!" Thomas yelled, his face full of panic. "We need to go. We need to go now!" He grabbed Newt's hand and started to run towards the door.

"Tommy! Tommy, slow down! What is it?!" Newt asked him, pulling on him to get him to stop and look at him.

"We need to go!" Thomas yelled again, panicking. "Th-Those men you saw set this whole thing up! This isn't a club, Newt! It's-" He was cut off as a huge hand covered his mouth. Thomas let out a muffled scream when he felt himself being dragged away. Newt and Minho surged forward while Teresa stood back and watched in horror, unable to do anything. The man behind Thomas continued to drag him away, his grip on the boy tightening with each struggle Thomas gave as he tried to get away.

"Tommy!" Newt shouted. Their hands were still touching, but he was losing his grip on Thomas'. "Tommy hold on!" He screamed.

The man bent down and snatched up an empty wine bottle from off the floor. He held it above Thomas' head and then smashed it against it. The bottle shattered and Thomas shrieked in pain, squirming desperately as he tried to get away. Blood started to drip down his face from his head. A small tear leaked out of his eye as he realized that he wasn't going to get out of the man's grip. It was too strong. Suddenly his vision started to go dark, and his hearing began to fade.

"…'ommy! ….'mmy!" He heard Newt calling for him, desperate to get him back, but it was too late. The man was too fast for them. The last thing that Thomas saw was the inside of a roof in a car.