The boys have finally settled down and have left me be. Peace and quiet, at last! I'm sat with my back against a log, staring at the dancing flames. "Ah our champion is free at last!" I look away from the flames to see Newt looking down at me with two jars in his hands. "What you got there?" I gesture to the jars. He sits down carefully next to me, trying not to spill the contents. "Now this right here-" he hands me one "-is Gally's special recipe! Go on drink up!" Newt encourages me. It looks like piss. I look back at Newt to see a smile forming on his face. Without hesitation I throw my head back and down at least half of the contents. It burns my throat, but a warming sensation soon envelops me. Turning to face Newt again, his smile gone and his jaw slack leaving his mouth agape. "What?" I ask, confused by his expression "Wait it wasn't piss was it?" "No no no! It wasn't, it's just that, well most Greenies take a sip and spit it back out again! You just downed bloody half of it!" Newt chuckles. "Guess I can handle my drink better than most of you shucks!" Man I'm getting used to this slang. "Guess you can!"
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A few more jars later Alby calls for us to hit the hay. "Hey Alby!" I holler "Jo, what's up?" "Well I was just wondering where I'm meant to sleep... you know cause uh-" I trail off unsure of what I'm actually saying. "Good point... Newt!" Alby calls over his second in command. "Any idea where Jo can stay?" He asks. Newt ponders for a moment. I start to feel uncomfortable with the whole situation. "Look if it's too much trouble I'm sure I'll be fine-" "No! I've got it!" Newt turns to Alby "How about the room in the homestead where we keep the supplies? We could sort it out for Jo." Alby stops momentarily. "Not a bad idea. We can get sorted fully tomorrow, but tonight you can have a spare hammock set up in there." "Ok." "Come on Jo!" Newt starts to walk off waving me over to follow. "What about the supplies-" I start but Newt interrupts "Honestly Jo don't worry about it. We'll find somewhere or we could even get the builders to build something, it's not that much of a problem." We continue to walk in a comfortable silence. Just the sound of the torches crackling and the occasional eerie groan of the Grievers. The maze moans as well as it changes over night, that is one thing that surprises me, the 'solid concrete' walls change the layout each and every night. That's why they've been here for two years. Creeping into the wooden structure we climb up some rickety stairs and along a hall. "You haven't been in the homestead yet, have you?" Newt asks in a whisper. "No. But I've been on top of it." We both stifle a laugh as we reach the end of the hall. Newt pushes open the primitive door and reveals a small room filled with crates and boxes piled on top of each other, some precariously balanced. "Here." Newt chucks a rolled up canvas material and I catch it. Unravelling it and taking one end, tying the rope to a beam. Newt takes the other end and stretches it out and secures it. The room is dimly lit but I can still make out the layer of dust on some of the boxes. "I guess I should leave you to get settled. Night Jo." Newt turns and leaves closing the door before I can respond. "Night Newt." I whisper. Picking up a blanket and folding it up into a pillow I place it on the hammock. I bend down and unlace my boots, kick them off and turn back to the hammock. Ok how do I do this? Carefully, I sit in the middle and swing my legs over. OK simple enough. The swaying motion of the hammock is quite comforting, rocking me to sleep like a mother with her baby. My eye lids feel heavy, my mind is at peace. Sleep takes me into a warm embrace.
Bright white lights, the smell of disinfectant, buzzing and bleeping of machines. Shadows dance across my vision. I try to move but I can only slightly wiggle my fingers. "Subject A13 is prepped and ready for the swipe doctor." A female voice addresses softly. I gain more movement but feel restraints on my wrists, clenching my fists I try to talk but I can't. Not even a sound escapes my lips. Machines start to beep more rapidly. "It appears the sedative isn't as strong as we thought. Subject A13 is responsive and feeling some discomfort." A male voice seeps with sickly calmness. A woman leans over and blocks the lights, I can just make out her features, brown hair and vibrant green eyes. Her eyes are swimming with emotion. "Joan, just relax. It will be over soon sweetheart." She sooths then turns to someone. "Just give her more of the sedative. Quickly!" I feel a small scratch against my forearm. My vision blurs and sounds echo all around me. "Remember Joan. WICKED is good. Just remember I-"Her voice fades as the darkness overwhelms me.
Shooting up, sweat pouring from my forehead I look around the room. It was just a dream. The woman in the dream seems so familiar, the dream itself felt so real. Suddenly I shiver, the blankets aren't around me anymore. I look down to see that they're strewn on the floor. I'm surprised that I'm not on the floor as well, I managed to stay in my hammock. For what seems like an age I try to sleep again but my mind won't let me. Questions rush through my mind as the dream starts to fade from my memory. Try to remember Jo. Don't forget it. "Uh this is pointless!" I whisper shout to myself. Swinging my legs over the side of the hammock I lean down and grab my boots. Slowly I lace them up. My curiosity gets the better of me and I look through the boxes and crates. Written across all of them was W.I.C.K.E.D. I've seen this before. I've heard this before. WICKED is good. I fumble with the flaps on one of the boxes and cautiously open it. It's contents are just simple survival essentials, first aid stuff and the occasional bit of clothing. A glinting object catches my eye amongst the random assortment. I pick it up to see a girl with green eyes and a roundish face, framed with wavy mousey brown hair. It's a mirror, that's my reflection! The eyes seem so familiar, almost dream like... "Oh my god!" I drop the mirror and stumble back. The woman! Was she my mother? My mind races and I pace back and forth. It wasn't a dream, it was a memory! My thoughts are interrupted when out of the corner of my eye I see the door opening slowly. Instinct quickly takes over and I grab the nearest 'lethal weapon' and raise it above my head. Someone creeps in and I instantly recognise it as Alby. "Alby?" "Jo?! You're awake I see... what are you doing with that?" Alby questions pointing to the object in my hand. I lower it and see that my weapon of choice is nothing but a trowel. "I-uh-I panicked and this was the first thing I picked up." I hang my head so that my face is hidden by my hair. Alby chuckles to himself amused by my 'deadly' weapon. "It's not that funny." "Come on Jo, I've got something to show you." Alby motions for me to follow.
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The dull light of the morning seeps through the wooden building, creating beams of light which catches the dust floating in the air. The soft snores of around thirty boys fill the homestead. I follow Alby outside in silence, not wanting to wake anyone up. He walks around the corner and up to the lookout. "Not scared of heights are ya Jo?" I look at him a raise one of my eyebrows at his question. "Oh right sorry, stupid question!" He starts to climb up the shoddy ladder and follow him. When I reach the top after him, he offers his hand, which I take and he pulls me up. "Thought you might want to see the Glade in all it's beauty. It's taken a while to get where we are now, order and stability." The sunrise, much like the sun set, truly emphasises the beauty of the Glade. Taking in the view I lean against the railings, completely speechless of it's magnificence. Movement by the doors draws my attention. Figures stand by them. They're in pairs. By the east door familiar figures are talking. "Minho and Newt are looking through section 8 today." Alby states noticing my gaze. They must have seen our shadows on the walls as they turn and wave at us. Soon the all too distinct scrapes of the concrete doors echoes through. Wonder if the boys are capable of sleeping through that? "Right let's head back down and see Frypan about breakfast. You'll be trying out for the Track Hoes today." Alby gestures to the ladder and I start to descend.
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W.I.C.K.E.D's Girl [Book One]
FanfictionThe bright light then blinds me as I walk out of the cell. Alby starts to walk ahead without checking to see if I follow, maybe now's my chance-"Don't even think about it she-bean!" What so is he a mind reader? I jog to catch up with him. "Joan." Al...