*Song for Jessie later in the Chapter...or just in general *
*Possible trigger- violence and death*
Winston and I headed for the dinning area, still covered in blood and chicken feathers. We didn't bother calling another slicer for help, we each carried a case of the raw meat for Frypan.
"Wonder how many will want to join our cult?" He asked as we entered the area. Heads turned in our direction, and the whisperers started.
"I don't know if they'll pass the initiation."
"Which is?" He asked, glancing at me with a lopsided twisted smile.
"They gotta sacrifice their right middle finger." I shrugged, with a grin.
"And drink the blood of their enemies-" He added.
"From a silver chalice."
"I have a feeling this cult is only gonna be you and me, JayJay."
"Too bad, it's an awesome club. We have cookies."
"We do?"
"Shuck no, but they don't need to know the dark side lies."
He threw his head back and laughed, drawing more attention. We slammed the crates down onto the kitchen counter. Fry came striding over, he eyed us up. But asked no questions.
"Excellent! Hey! These have more meat and less bone!"
"Yeah, JayJay knows how to handle a knife."
"I show you guys all the time, your your still shocked." I shrugged.
Both boys chuckled. Fry took the cases into the fridge for tomorrow. Winston and I helped ourselves to supper and went to sit down. Heads turned in our direction, and eyebrows went up in question.
"You got a little something on your face." Alby pointed a fork at me.
"Ya don't say?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Is that when I threw the bone at you?"
"Na I ducked in time."
Winston shrugged,
"It was when I was sacrificing my enemies, he was a little squirmy."
I made a point of looking at Dug. Winston snorted and then chocked on his food. I wacked his back. I saw out of the corner of my eye I saw Minho was looking back and forth between me and Winston.
"So is this a thing? Your ditching the Runners for Slicers?" He finally asked.
My stomach did a weird thing. He said it calmly, but I saw his eyes flicking between us. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled sweetly.
"Well considering my Running partner screwed my ankle up, I couldn't sit on my butt, right Alby?" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "I had to be useful and contribute to the workings in the Glade. So I helped Winston."
"What did you do, finger paint eachother?" Minho asked.
"Ah shuck, that's a great idea. Winny, we can do that tomorrow, if I'm still stuck here."
"Consider it done." He grinned, it dropped fast though and he looked down at his plate.
I frowned, and looked up to see Minho staring daggers.
"Do you have a shucking problem?" I pointed my fork at the Keeper.
"Nope." He smirked suddenly and popped his p. "Never better Princess."
"Eww do not ever call me that again."
"Why not it suits you."
"Princess really? More like Queen of the Underworld."
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Unintentional Subject - Book 1 In The Jessie Series
FanfictionJessie finally got used to living a life of survival with 50 other girls. For two and a half years she has lived, fought and survived with her best friend and sister, Sonya by her side. She's a leader. She's a rebel. She's a fighter, a rule breaker...
