The Maze Fighter

The Old Newbie

Narrator: The next morning, ever since the minor incident of someone returning from the Maze, everyone kept their distance from the crazed Youth who was imprisoned within the Hut in a separate room, tied to a chair to eventually be dealt with by Hunter. All in the while Kyle set out in the Glade to find himself a perfect task for him he can perform alongside the others, with Marcus' help.

Marcus: *looks at the Hut's rooftop* Yeah. I really don't see how the Hut doesn't suit your needs. You could just build reinforcements from the rain or something. You're a better climber than anyone and you can craft stuff out of wood.

Kyle: Small stuff. Like a wooden knife so sharp, it can even cut more wood.

Marcus: Haha. Very funny.

Kyle: *chuckles a bit* Just kidding. I use a knife. But seriously, like these guys build ladders alot and they mostly use it for the Hut. And the place is so huge. I'd have to walk 5 minutes just to get to the other side of the place. It's like a hotel made out of wood.

Marcus: Which means it could use more wood for fortify. You can do that, right?

Kyle: Look, even if the Box provides us tools for survival in the Glade, along with a Newbie there's no guarantee I can still use them the way I can use my own tools. After all, I'm used to staying in the woods and practice only sword fighting with one of my tools. *whispers* Sounds crazy doesn't it?

Marcus: Yeah. I suppose we are. *looks at the sack hanging on Kyle's back* And what would those tools be?

Kyle: *notices and then sighs* I suppose it won't hurt to show them away. *takes off the sack and empties the contents*

Marcus: *kneels with Kyle to see the tools* Woah. Is that a bow and some arrows? Is that sack of yours actually a quaver?

Kyle: *picks up the wooden bow* No. Well, I mean the bow and arrows are made of wood and I collected dropped feathers from birds, which were hard to find by the way, and fastened them with wax from the candles around here. And the bow string as you might've imagined are from the vines here. But… *sigh* I suck at archery.

Marcus: *picks up a tool* How'd you…

Kyle: I stole it from the Box once. A machete, very useful to me. My most common tool. Very handy for wood cutting and sword fighting. Perhaps I could start with using this in the Glade, as long as no one steals it from me.

Marcus: Sounds great.

(teen girl behind us): Sounds like you two aren't doing what you're supposed to be doing.

Marcus: *feels distracted and rolls eyes and gets up with Kyle to face her* What do you want Tricia?

Tricia: Just checking on you two ever since you Kyle started showing up more often at the Glade this morning. What's going on garbage boy?

Kyle: Oh, uh, nothing much really. Just  trying to find myself a new job here. *makes up story* I was… getting tired of digging holes in the woods and emptying trash in there for decomposition. Too much roots in the way, so, yeah. Just looking for another opportunity to look into.

Tricia: *looks skeptical* Uh huh. *notices the contents* Did you find all these in the trash? I saw you dumped them out a little earlier.

Marcus: *stifles a laugh*

Kyle: *feels offended for her calling my pouch a trash bag* This is not trash. It's my stuff, and it's none of your business.

Tricia: Well you should get to work instead of hanging around playing with toys.

Marcus: Come on. Let's just go. *helps Kyle packs up his stuff*

Kyle: *grabs the sack and hangs it over his shoulder and starts walking along the Hut with Marcus as Tricia departs*