Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

Charlie Pt 3

That day I worked in the Bloodhouse with a guy named Winston, who quite frankly scared me. Between the monster acne and chopping up the three little piggies alongside the big bad wolf everyday, he was not a dude I wanted to become any more acquainted with than absolutely necessary.

At lunch I crashed next to Newt, Alby, and some Asian guy who I didn't know. The Asian dude looked at Newt and said, "They decide to send us a chic and they send us HER?"

Newt shrugged.

"She looks about as strong as the mosquito I slapped off my arm today!"

Newt shrugs again.

"She ain't even hot."

I clear my throat. "Hello."

"I bet she ends up a Slopper!"

I roll my eyes, and then catch Newt glancing at me. Automatically I know what he's thinking. Well, what are you gonna do about it.

So in the middle of Mr. Jerks next sentence I say, "Well, Mr. Nice Guy. The name's Charlie. And I think I'm gonna end up working in the Bloodhouse, choppin up little piggies like yourself."

Asian Man looks at me blankly, then he laughs. "Name's Minho."

I nod, then turn to Newt. "Where's Nick? I haven't seen him today."

It's Minho that answers. "He's running."

"Where?" I challenge him.

"The Maze."

"I thought nobody was allowed to go out there."

Alby laughs. "You Greenie's don't know nothing."

I turn to him, "I'm only repeating what you told me so if I'm misinformed it's your fault, buddy." That shut Alby up.

I turned to Newt for an explanation. "No one's allowed out in the Maze except for the Runners. They run the Maze, looking for a way out. Like you said, there's got to be someone out there who put us in here."

"So who all are Runner's?"

"Only the best of the best. Nick is Keeper. Plus he runs things around here. Revolves between the two jobs. When he's running, I'm in charge, drives me buggin crazy. When he's here, Minho takes over for him with the Runners. Don't know how the shank does it."

"Okay. Quick question. Then we can continue talking about Runner's. What's with the vocabulary around here. Shank? Shuck?"

Minho laughs. "They just kinda appeared in our brains as time went on. Shuck just appeared in my brain, and it caught on. Alby came up with shank. Someone else came up with klunk, real mature guy that one."

"Well then. Moving on," I turned to Newt. "Why aren't you a runner. Or are you?"

Newt shook is head. He seemed to pale ever so slightly but I thought maybe it was just my imagination or the way the sun shined on his face just then. "I was until about a month ago. Hurt my ankle."

"How?" Newt looked away. Alby and Minho glanced at each other.

"That's not important." Minho said.

"Mind your own business shuck-face." Alby said.

I just looked at Newt. "Everyone needs to learn to get up and move on eventually." I say softly to him. Then I get up and walk away, in search of Winston.

That afternoon I learned that Winston was actually a pretty decent guy, even if he was scary. He liked to sing while he tore out the animals guts. Towards the end of the afternoon, he took and chicken and was preparing to slaughter it. "I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck!!" he sang as he cut off the poor dudes head. I laughed. Winston looks up at me, "Enjoying yourself, Greenie?"