A Glimmer Of Hope // (Minho) - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 6: Oh, The Irony!

I broke the silence by standing up. Both the boy's heads snapped towards me.

"Well this has been fun, but I gotta go." I said, inching to the exit. And by exit, I mean the path leading to the Glade.

"Yeah, me too. And Hope?" Newt called after me. I turned around, and looked at him. "We have to go search for your job." A look of realization crossed over my face. I forgot! I had to work with the Keepers. I nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

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"So today, you'll be working with the Slicers. They cut up animals for Frypan to cook, and for us to eat." He informed me. I cringed at the thought of hurting poor animals. "And maybe if Winston is nice enough, he'll just let you take care of the animals, instead of bloody slicin' 'em to death."

"Hopefully." I muttered. "Winston's the Keeper?" I asked. Newt nodded in confirmation.

When we arrived to the Bloodhouse, Newt took me to meet Winston. Winston was, of course, taller than me. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He seemed tough, and a bit menacing. He looked up at me with a penetrating gaze. He looked me up and down, assessing me. And most possibly judging me. Winston nodded at Newt, and he left.

"Alright, Greenie! You have pigs to slaughter, and cows to milk. What---why are looking at me like that?" He directed his question towards my...... Interesting facial expressions. They were looks of disgust, horror, and pain.

"Is it okay if I just milk the cows? I don't think right now is the best time to throw up my lunch, breakfast, and dinner." He stared at me. I felt nauseated. It was like my stomach couldn't hold in anything. And it was about the measly thought of cutting up animals. He studied me for a couple seconds more, before agreeing to my suggestion.

"Okay, but right now I have to get to work. You'll be okay on your own?" I nodded. "Alright."

And he left.

------------a few hours later-----------
🍔LUNCH TIME🍔

I was done with the Slicers for today. Good thing too. If the last pig squeal is the last one I ever hear, it will be too soon. Newt walked up to me, and laughed at how I looked.

"You alright, love? You look a little.....green." He was smiling at my sickened state. I glared at him.

"Oh, yeah! Laugh at my misery! Because seeing people kill animals with knives is oh so normal. Not funny." I snapped.

"Love, you should know that everything that has happened so far is anything far from normal." He chuckled.

"Don't call me that." I growled.

"Call out what? Love?" I nodded slightly.

"Why?"

"It annoys me."

"Well then I'll just keep on using it."

I huffed in annoyance. He just chuckled.

"So, what's my next job?" I asked. He looked at me, then turned away.

"You'll be working the Track Hoes after lunch. Trust me it's much better than Slicers." I felt relieved at that.

---------WITH THE TRACK-HOES-----------

The Keeper of the Track-Hoes was named Zart. Nice dude. Cool personality. He showed me how to plant tomatoes, garden, water, dig, and all that.

Afterwards, he told me I did good. I thanked him and was on my merry way.

I sat down with Newt and smiled at him.

"You were right. Much better than the Slicers." I told him. He laughed quietly.