Eyes as black as night.

Wren, Rooster, Dove

I held Wren close to me as Thomas pulled the lever that opened the doors leading into the dark desolate scorch. Guards began filtering into the workshop. I glanced around the group for approval, we were going to head out there. Thomas and I held eye contact for a moment and I smiled at him for verification. Just like that we ran out across the dusty plane and scrambled up the mountainous sand dunes.

We all crouched at the top, using the sand to hide us. The WCKD patrol rolled out swiftly after. Quad- bikes, motorbikes and jeeps rolled out of the garage with full lights blazing. They all shouted across the flats as they began thier search for us.

Wren pulled my arm back as we all began descending the dune. I stared into Wrens watercolour green eyes. I hadn't seen them since, since he left I suppose. It was so strange to be staring into a dead boys eyes.

He could see i was distracted, so he just kept pulling me along behind the group. "Sweetie, come on, in here" he eventually said as he ushered for me to walk down a sand ramp into an underground building where the rest of my group stood. "Oh, right" I said, finally bringing myself back to reality. Newt waited at the bottom of the ramp for me to catch me like I was a little girl running down a slide. I ran down into the building and newt caught me in a hug at the bottom. He took hold of my hand and walked us over to the rest of our group. "Newt, we left Wren back there by himself" I said, I really didn't want to leave him again, I wouldn't loose Wren for a second time. "Well, I'm sure Wrens a big boy, he can take care of himself" he said with a hint of jealously in his voice. I picked up on that little fact. To console Newt, I did likely one of the most idiotic things I may have ever done, I rose on to the tips of my toes and planted a little kiss on his ear. His cheekes flushed red as I ducked back behind him.

"Awh my little sweetie all grown up huh?" He joked as I shoved my elbow into his ribs. "Oh shut up Wren" I said as I looked in each window.

Eventually we reached an open space where we all stopped. Minho and Thomas went off to look for the power generator. I sat down next to Aris in the corner and Wren wandered over to join us.

Aris and I looked at eachother wondering who would ask first. We sat in silence momentarily as I waited to gain the courage from something.

"Wrenie, how?" I asked so thoroughly startled that a dead boy was sat right infront of me and my original trio was back together. "Wrenie? Nobody's called me that in years" he said compleatly avoiding the question at hand. "Well, I thought we were being old fashioned since nobody's called me sweetie in years either" I said sharply, pissed off he hadn't answered my question. I don't think Aris quite remembered this side of me as he just sat there with his mouth wide open. "What's the matter Roostie?" Wren said making my jaw drop as I tried my hardest not to burst out in fits of giggles. "What, did you just call me?" Aris said sarcastically, turning his head extravagantly slowly. "You don't rember Roostie?" He said his lips curling into a suppressed laugh. "No, please, enlighten me" he said turning back around to face the gladers.

"Well, it all started when we were kids. You and I were just five and it was YNs sixth birthday. WCKD threw her and Teresa a party becuase, I dunno why actually, maybe they were just special." He laughed as I darted eyes at him, Aris laughed and patted my back "I'll show you special you dick" I said under my breath. He was such a knob head. "Anyway, You and I got sat next to eachother and we were having a little five- year - old conversation and we saw YN run out of the room crying. And you, you big softie, decided that you couldn't watch that little girl cry. You made us follow her and comfort her until she stopped crying. We sat in that side room for four long hours while nobody knew where we were and we just played our little socks off but the one thing YN said most was 'You look like a rooster Ari' and that's why you were rooster. Then we had Wren, Rooster and YN, but of course, she had to complain she didn't have a bird name so, our crushing little brains thought of the prettiest bird we could. A Dove. So we called her Dove and that's how we became, Wren, Rooster and Dove." He said chuckling at his purposefully placed jokes.