safe & sound → t. m. r.

III.

I run back out of the forest and straight into my hut. I sob while I practise my new pole dancing routine. After an hour or two I hear a knock at my door.

"Fuck off. Go to hell. I'm not talking to any fucking fat sluts anymore!" I yell.

"Oh. Then you won't be talking to yourself," says a familiar voice, dead seriously.

I open my wooden door. Gally's face stares back at me.

"Okay," I say.

"Yeah," he says carefully. "But what about now?"

"Alright then," I say and he comes and sits on my bed. I sit beside him. Neither of us know what to say so we sit in awkward silence for about seven minutes.

"No—one haunts me like you—do, in the dark—ness of my bed—room," I sing in my best voice.

"See you later," Gally says quickly.

"Yeah night babe," I say flirtily.

He looks kinda perverted to I make sure to lock my door. I lay down and finally fall into a dreamless sleep.

Kales p.v.o

"Oi Chuck mate are you okay lil fella?" I ask in my best cockney accent. I shake his shoulders.

He groans.

"Mate?" I ask again. We've been lying on the ground for a while because the suns coming up and gladers are stirring and going about their daily chores. A shadow falls over us and I flinch.

"Hiya, babe," a sexy British voice says. "What've you got there?"

I look up. It's Newt. "Oh, just my friend Chuck."

"Is it alive?"

I pat Chucks cute little curly head. "I sure hope so." I get to my feet. "What're you up to today, big man?" I ask Newt.

"Hoeing. It's my favourite," he says, staring intently at my torso.

"What's wrong? Have I been stabbed or something?" I ask as a joke.

"No but you will be if you do not give me my hoodie back right now please," Newt says, face hard as stone.

"Oh this old thing?" I say, gesturing to the scrap of old silk draped over my shoulder. "It's mine now."

"No it's not. It's mine." Newt says, fear gathering in his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders. "Well you gave it to me. You know that old saying. Finders keepers losers weepers, all that lingo."

A tear rolls down his cheek. "I'm going to tell Alby about you."

"No no!" I grab Newts shoulder and shove the scrap of silk into his open mouth. "Here! If you want it so bad!" I scream, suddenly filled with hate and anger. "Eat it!" I push it further down his throat and make his jaw work. It's just like back in the old days.

Newt starts to make choking sounds and dribbling but eventually he manages to make it moist enough to swallow.

"What's going on?" Alby enquirers, bounding up to us.

"Nothing much," I say casually and shrug.

Alby points to Chuck. "Is he okay? He looks a bit ill."

"Maybe you should call the Medjacks or some shit I dunno Alby you're the one in charge here okay it's not up to me to look after people I'm not a doctor or a helicopter paramedic like yuma's dad!" I rant, sobbing by the end. I fall to my knees on the ground beside Chuck and sob into his cold chest. "I'm sorry Chuck. I'm so, so sorry baby boy," I whisper over and over.

"Hello my name is Chuck," says Chuck, walking up to the group.

"Hey Chucky boy," Newt says.

Suddenly, Freddie Mercury is there.

I get up and kiss Chuck right on the lip. I have to bend down because he's so short and underage. He's only twelve while I'm about twenty or thirty or forty years old. I put my hand on his ear, squeezing it between my supple and amble finger and thumb.

"I'm not ready, Kale," Chuck whispers, breaking my hand and severing several of my fingers.

I sprint away in the direction of the entrance, very embarrassed at that odd encounter. I had thought he'd wanted me, but I guess he must have been younger than twelve, maybe eight or nine, which means it would've never worked out anyway due to their erratic behaviour.

Newt comes up behind me and grabs my thick waist.

"I haven't showered in about five years," he murmurs in my ear.

I giggle at his sweet and sweaty dirty talk.

"Go shower big boy," I laugh.

"Mum I don't want to you can't tell me what do!" screams Newt, knocking me out with a large stick.

When I come to, I'm in a freezing cold pitch black room, the only light source a tiny window at the top of one of the walls. I try to stand, but I'm firmly tied to a chair. I try to scream, but there's also apiece of tape over my big mouth.

Suddenly, Newt comes out of the darkness, closely followed by Skye.

"She's awake," states Newt.

Then, Newt and Skye start making out. They are both naked. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to invade this very intimate scene.

"Hah!" I hear Newt yell. "How do you like that now, Kable!"

I can't help but wonder who Kabel is, even though I know I shouldn't get in on this couples privacy.

I rip the tape of my mouth. I see that now they are both sitting and watching TV. It's a puppet show, with the people from the maze. Gallys kissing every girl in the maze, so I'm pretty sure it's him making the show. But then Minho comes on stage.

"No! I don't want you here, Minho!" Gally shouts.

"But ... but Galleria, I love you ... " Minho says, stroking Gally's naked fabric shoulder.

Gally turns away from him. "Please, Minho. I can't ... I can't do this."

"Yes, you can, Galleria! I know you love me," Minho says calmly.

Suddenly, Gally lets out an epic battle cry. He eats Minho.