Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 22-Baelfire

He stared at the fire. Expressionless. Peter playing his Pan Flute didnt help cheer him up.
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I plopped down on the log next to him. He scooted away. I inched closer. He moved away again. I moved forward. He looked sideways at the end of the log. He sighed. "What do you want?" He grumbled. I chuckled dryly. "Woah! Someone got uo from the wrong side of the log." He looked over at me with sad eyes.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I know what it's like to come to this stupid island and not know what the shuck Is going on. I was a Greenie too once, ya know?" I asked him. I tried to keep a steady, kind smile. He nodded slowly, and looked at his feet. I bit into my apple.

"What does...shank mean?" He asked suddenly. I chuckled lightly. "It means person. Sometimes it mean friend...depends on what sentance you use it in for ex-" I was going to continue when he interupted with a:
"What about...Greenie?" He asked looking at me. I smiled steadily.
"It means newbie...or newcomer." He nodded in understanding. "Where did you get those words from?" He asked. "Well...you see those boys?" I asked. I pointed to Mihno who was sitting around the fire next to a couple of other Gladers. There were a couple of Lost Boys mixed into the laughing group.

I looked over to Baelfire who nodded. "We were rescued by Peter from this place called the Glade. Most of us had lived in the Glade for over 3 years, so we made up a couple of new words. Sort of our own language. Do you want to hear more words?" I asked. He nodded.

"Ok...
So there's
Shank.
Greenie.
Then, there's also Shuck.
Which is sort of a curse word to show one's disappointment.
Also, there's Slint-head.
That is someone who's sort of crazy...or not in their right mind." I chuckled lightly. Remembering Gally.
"Then, there's my favorite...
Klunk.
It means poop." I couldnt help but give a childish giggle. The drink that i had earlier was kicking in...Baelfire laughed.

His smile was bright. I noticed that his eyes crinckled when he laughed.
"We sort of came up with ut accidentally..." I said with a smile. I remembered Chris's smiling face when we joked about the sound that came from the bathroom.

"Seems like you had alot of fun in that...Glade..." He said. I nodded and looked at the Gladers wistfully. "Do you miss anyone?" I asked. I thought about all of the Gladers that passed away. My friends. My brothers.

"Yeah." He said. "My papa." His voice cracked slightly. A tear rolled down his cheek. He looked at the ground. Small drops darkened the soil. "I'm so sorry! Dont cry! Please! I didnt know...sorry!" I said franticly. Seeing this little boy cry reminded me too much of Chuck. Baelfire nodded and hung his head.

"Do you want to meet some of my friends?" I asked. Not knowing what would cheer him. He sniffed and nodded. He whiped his nose on his sleeve and stood up. I took his hand and lead him to the group of nearly drunk teenagers.
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"Is this the Greenie?" Asked Mihno. He grinned from ear to ear. I nodded slowly. "If you try anything, I will stuff your balls down your throat!" I growled and sheilded Baelfire. Baelfire giggled. "If they say anything weird to you, just try to forget it. Kay? They dont know what their talking about." I gave a steady smile and gripped Baelfire's shoulders.

He nodded and gave a small laugh.
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We had fun.

I recalled today's events, laying in my hut that night. I heard a small knock at the door. I flipped over and hid my head in a pillow after the person knocked more than three times later.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and smacked that figure with my pillow. I heard a:
"OW! Stop! Relax it's just me!"
Said a brittish accent. I growled. "What do you want Shuck face?!" I growled at Peter. It is WAY too late for a conversation.

Peter rubbed his arm and said quietly.
"I have a question. It is VERY important...so I suggest you listen closely." I nodded and he continued.
"What do you want to do with the Gally kid that came with you? I could kill him...or I could bring him out...if you want. It's up to you." He said. My blood turned to ice. "I...I dont know...I..." I looked down at my hands.

He killed a child. He was being controlled though. He tried to sexually harrass he a couple of times. He was being under the influence of his hormones. Peter probably kept him in a cage without food all this time. What if Peter hurt him every day? This decision was probably the hardest I had to make. This boy was despised by most of the Gladers because of his cocky attitude. He hoped for a new life. He hated the Glade. He said he was being controlled. Now I know he wasnt lieng when he said that.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Let him go. He probably learned his lesson." I said weakly. Peter nodded sollomly. He snapped his fingers. Green sparks erupted from them.

"Done." He said.

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