Before I know it, we've arrived at the corner of the encapsulating walls, and I'm left staring at a building crafted, quite well, from sticks and cloth. "This is the homestead", Chuck says gleefully. I nod and continue to peer at it. "We don't stay here though, you and me." I eyeball him, what does he mean?
He must notice my confusion splashed across my face, so he clarifies.
"This is just for keepers and other important people. Me and you, we sleep with the others in the hammocks." I choke slightly at his bluntness; I suppose I'm not important here... yet.
He trails off, and I follow him like a puppy on a leash, which is ironic as the next place we entered did indeed have a small black Labrador accompanying it. I immediately drop down, any facade of toughness that I had held was now dropped as I was ruffling the soft animal's dark fur.
Chuck laughs at me as I baby talk the sweet creature. As I'm rolling on the floor, I notice a pair of dark, slightly red-stained boots come and pick up the dog. I look up and spy a boy, his olive arms stroking the dog softly, a bloodied knife tucked carefully in his belt.
I gasp, startled by his presence, therefore forgetting to stand up.
"Wow greenie, you really like the floor today, huh?" The mystery boy jokes, although no laugh leaves my lips.
Maybe if I kicked you in the balls, you'd like the floor too, I thought, not daring to speak my words aloud.
I sigh and stand up, cowering slightly, still embarrassed from the encounter.
The boy smiles softly, filling me with warmth. I return the gesture, feeling more comfortable than I did a few seconds ago. "I'm Winston, this here's Bark." I chuckle quietly to myself, greeting him and stroking the young pup on the head. "Nice to meet you both."
We gaze at each other for a few seconds, smiling, before Chuck interrupts, "Winston here is keeper of the slicer's". I gulp, my mind whirrs before I decide to end my confusion.
"Slicers?" Chuck points to the rest of the barn, filled with a couple of livestock, and then my eyes fall onto a small, round log. This log was stained a dark ruby, with knife marks.
I gasp and grab the dog, pleading with who I now thought of as a murderer, "Please don't hurt this puppy!" I beg, holding it close to my chest. He laughs loudly, and my brows furrow.
Does he think I'm kidding or something?
Chuck joins in his eruption of laughter, before patting me on the back, and in between giggles, informs me of Winston's real job. "As if he would ever hurt a dog! Winston and the slicers just get the meat for our meals!" He said this almost too gleefully.
My mouth continues to gape open, I've never been a vegetarian, but I'm suddenly filled with overwhelming guilt at the fact I was practically on my knees for him not to hurt the innocent puppy, but dismissing the innocent pigs and chickens that also took refuge within the barn.
I place the dog back down, say goodbye to Winston and continue to follow Chuck around what they call the 'Glade'.
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I'm greeted by many nice boys, but also by some with basic catcalls, none of which were even slightly original.
To all I replied with either my middle finger or some quick remark, my favourite being this one boy, Billy- who ironically just happened to be keeper of the baggers, whispering slightly in my line of hearing to his friends, "I wonder what that mouth does", to which I replied with a coy smile, "It bites the dicks off spiteful teenage boys who can't control their hormones".
Even with some of the 'nice' ones, I observed them as they checked out my low-rise jeans and small tank top, smirks plastered across their face.
Why did whoever put me here have to leave me with such a gorgeous outfit?
We end our illustrious tour at what I now know to be my bedroom. In reality, it was a compact hammock strung between two tight-knit trees, accompanied by about 15 others.
Cosy.
Before I can get settled, an unfamiliar boy runs over to us, telling us that we're needed in the meeting room. We mosey on over, cracking small jokes about the boys who tried to make advances at me, Chucks eyes glinting preciously with each breath of giggles.
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Jealousy // Gally x reader
Fanfiction"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more...
