I Corrupt. ~ Minho (The Sequel to "For My Help")

The Unexpected Hatred

That's when a door to the left of her opened suddenly, and a voice trailed out of it.

"River?"

River whipped her head to the side faster than she originally assumed humanly possible. As the doorway came into view her blood began to instantly boil with pure, hot rage. Minho was standing in front of her, only a few feet away. His eyes were full of relief and he somehow looked ecstatic. 

"River." He repeated, exhaling. He began moving his feet, getting closer and closer to her, more than she felt comfortable with. When he finally reached her, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her like she was the only thing that mattered. This, of course, she knew to be false. 

Without thinking, River lifted up her right knee with a tremendous force, hitting him in-between the legs. He let out a groan of pain as he immediately let her go, hands covering his now aching area. This satisfied River as Minho stumbled backwards, pain clear on his face. But it wasn't physical pain, it was emotional pain.

"River! Wh- what are - what?" Minho was unable to get his words out as the other Gladers stood in shock, unable to move.

"If you even think about touching me one more time you'll get much more than a repeat of that." River's voice was stone cold as she glared at the boy in front of her, rage coursing through her veins. How could he even begin to believe that he could approach her out of the blue like that? Did he not remember the pain that he put her through only days ago? Did he not remember what he did?

River now realized she was pacing the floor, eyes locked on the ground. The sound of the squeaking floorboards was the only thing greeting her ears as it seemed like no one had anything to say. After what seemed like ages, Thomas finally spoke up.

"River, what happened to you? When you were gone I mean." His voice was low and fragile, as if he was worried that the wrong placement of a syllable could break her.

"Why? Because of what I just did to Minho? Because if you shucks don't remember what happened in the Glade I'll be surprised." Her voice cut through the air like a knife as she snapped. 

"River, I don't know what -" Minho spoke up, frantically trying to fix the situation at hand.

"Yes you do." River sniffed. "Yes you do."

"River I swear I -"

"Minho, please." She dropped her voice so that it was no more than a whisper. Minho's gaze trailed down to the ground, as it looked like he was unable to make eye contact with her. As he shouldn't, River decided. "Where are we?" She asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"We have no idea." Newt answered honestly as the other Gladers began to walk away. The show was over for them and they began to talk amongst themselves. Minho walked away as well, probably deciding that he needed to give River some space. That or he just got the sense knocked into him. Whatever it was, he didn't seem happy to leave."We've been stuck in this place for at least a week. We keep getting fed by someone but we haven't exited that door in a day or two as it was locked until you entered through it."

"Speaking of which, did you see if there was anymore food out there?" Thomas asked.

"No, I couldn't see anything. It's pitch black in there." River responded simply. Noticing the looks of confusion on Thomas and Newt's faces, she spoke up again. "I get the feeling that you weren't the ones that turned the lights off?" 

"No, we didn't." Newt shook his head. River craned her neck around and looked towards the still open door behind her. As she looked out into the blackness, her stomach began to twist into knots. There could be someone, or something, out there. And it could have been out there when she woke up. Alone with her in the dark. A chill shook River's spine as she managed to draw her eyes away from the beckoning darkness.