𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗ X ᵐ'ᵒᶜ
What will the genius Samuel do when he mysteriously awakens in a civilization bounded by four impenetrable walls? With his memories wiped clean and only his name to cling to, Samuel is not alone in this strange new...
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Samuel's gaze softened as he watched her struggle with her emotions. "You don't have anyone else here," he said gently but firmly. "It's either Alby, who probably can't help much, or me. And I'll take care of that ugly-ass motherfucker who's been staring at you for the past 23 minutes and 14 seconds. 16 now." He pointed discreetly with his pointer finger at the brown-haired boy lurking behind her, his eyes fixed intently on her.
El couldn't help but roll her eyes, a small, reluctant smile tugging at her lips despite the palpable tension that clung to her like a second skin. "You forgot the milliseconds," she remarked, her tone carrying a hint of playful sarcasm as she hugged her legs closer to her body.
Despite her attempt at humor, the feeling of unease continued to gnaw at her, wrapping around her like an unwelcome shroud.
Samuel, ever perceptive, noticed the way her lips trembled as she pressed them against her knee, her head resting on it while her breathing slowed to a shallow rhythm.
His gaze softened with concern, but he maintained the same lively energy in their conversation, hoping to draw her out of her shell. "Oh, no, sweetheart, I just thought it would be unnecessary information" he replied, his voice dripping with exaggerated sarcasm, accompanied by a dramatic roll of his eyes.
When El didn't respond, not even with a word, Samuel refused to be deterred. He leaned in slightly, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. "Back to the topic, though," he began, raising his voice just enough to ensure she caught every word.
"Is the reason that creep made you uncomfortable enough for me to consider cutting off his balls, or should I just amputate his hand when I inevitably get chosen to work in medic?" His tone was loud and clear, maybe too serious for El's liking.
El's reaction was immediate. She shot him a look that was part weirded out, part glaring, clearly telling him to stop. "No! It's not like that, jeez. He just thinks I want him because I helped him. He said some weird things, but nothing this bad bitch can't handle. It's just that he can't stop staring at me" she said, lying through her teeth.
Samuel, ever observant, noticed the falsehood but chose to let it slide for now, releasing a weary sigh.
Deciding to drop the issue, Samuel gave a resigned shrug. "I ain't see no bad bitch" he muttered.
El shot back with a smirk, "Look in the mirror and you'll see someone who bitches enough."
Samuel's glare was instant, though not entirely serious. He put on a proud face, running his hand through his damp hair, still wet from the makeshift shower he had taken earlier.
"Gladers better be happy there aren't any mirrors here, 'cause I wouldn't shut up if I could see myself" he retorted with a dramatic sigh , a grin breaking through.
El, not amused and annoyed barked back with a small smile which surpassed the annoyance visible on her face. "You can't do that either way" Samuel only laughed at that, supporting himself with one hand on the log he was sitting on.
