WICKED'S PAWN

Chapter 9

I heard some rustling in the trees. Probably Thomas looking for me. I didn't think much of it and I somehow fell asleep for about 2 hours in the tree. My back was so sore. It was dinnertime and I managed to climb down the tree and headed towards the kitchen.
I saw Newt standing there, with an extremely angry expression on his face. I went over to him, 'Where the bloody hell were you Alex! We've been looking for you everywhere! Are you shucking out of your mind!' I scoffed at his words, 'I was in the Deadheads, perfectly fine. I fell asleep there. Don't be such an ass about it Newt.' He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, 'Look, I know what Minho said to you. It was the painkillers and medicines talking. They got to his head. Also, mind your language a bit, there are children here.' I laughed and said, 'What, Chuck? I swear around him the most. He knows better than to repeat what I said. I don't care what that asshole said anyways. He's just angry at someone and I'm the only one who would actually fight him.' We were walking towards the kitchens now. 'That is Minho, with or without the medicines.' I laugh at his joke and head over to the Med-Jack hut, getting my bandages changed.
I walk over to Clint and sit down on the small makeshift bed in front of him with a huff. As he starts tending to my wounds, he notices my tense expression and asks with a smile, 'Minho get to ya again, shank? That shank is a shucking slinthead sometimes.' I laugh at his comment and reply, 'Meh, he gets annoying really easily sometimes. The maze and everything, I swear I'm gonna be shucked by the time we get out of here.' 'Don't think like that Alex. We'll all be shucked with you. Anyways, it's all done. You can go running tomorrow but remember to' 'take it easy. I got it, alright? Thanks anyways.' I replied cutting him off.

I woke up the next day, did my usual routine and waited for Minho or Thomas or basically anyone outside the Doors. I saw Thomas coming towards me, probably gonna either run with me or tell me something. 'Hey Alex, I'm gonna be running with you today. Minho is still a little shucked off from yesterday's little fight you two had.' I nodded and started running into the Maze, not feeling the urge to make conversation, I pulled out my MP3 and started playing a recording after a long time. 'I am bored and sick. I am sick of being in this stupid room. I am bored of having to kill people.' That line made my heart skip a beat, not in a good way that is. 'I met a new doctor today. She seemed different. Younger. Newer. Inexperienced. Kind. Forgiving. I could feel her fear as she injected me with drugs. But I didn't kill her. She made conversation with me seeing that I didn't kill her. The others must have told her of my short temper. I don't know her name though. I don't care either. I just want to leave. Forever. So I will. I will go into the first trials. The Maze Trials. And I will not be WICKED'S pawn while at it.' The recording ended and I put the MP3 back in my pocket. I felt myself tense after listening to that particular recording. It had an eerie and dark vibe to it. Something that I felt.

We took a break after another hour. I could feel that Thomas wanted to say something but didn't. Maybe he was afraid of triggering that short temper of mine. 'I can tell you want to say something. I won't snap at you like Minho or kill you, you know?' He immediately started responding, 'Do you always hear something like that? About you killing someone or doing something bad for the Creators. Don't you ever feel guilty?' 'Of course I feel guilty. Why wouldn't I? I put all of you in here. I don't show that I do.' I always showed myself as emotionless or short tempered ever since I got here, except for the time that I finally cracked with Minho. I could see how Thomas would ask that, and I don't blame him. It's hard not to hate someone like me.

As we started to continue running I said, 'I don't bloody blame you either. I would hate me if I were you.' 'I don't hate you Alex. I feel sad for you. You get a little look to your past but all you get is pain. It's a little heart breaking to see you so strong outside in the middle of 60 boys. You don't know where you are. What you're supposed to do, yet you still make others tongue tied. I actually envy your strength and I know others do too.' 'Thanks Tommy. I appreciate the pep talk.' I replied using Newt's nickname for him. 'You know I hate it when anyone calls me that.' He replied a little annoyed. 'That's exactly why I used it Tommy!' I replied speeding up. He ran after me, trying to catch me. As if. I thought. While laughing at his slow speed, I turned the corner and bumped into something. No scratch that, someone. I looked up to see who it was and saw a flustered and angry looking Minho. Minho. The sight of him makes me angry and weird. 'What the shuck is going on here Alex? I thought you two were supposed to be working not playing and running around like a bunch of sissies.' Thomas opened his mouth to speak but I shushed, him. 'No. We were actually working and running which is our job, shuckface. We were the ones working here. I thought you had section 6 today? I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to section 6. So what were you doing here?' I replied to his rude comments with sass and sarcasm evident in my voice, annoyed with his rude behaviour. He huffed, 'Well. Someone else took section 6 so I took another one.' I smirked and ran off, with a confused Thomas trailing behind me.

While running, I played another recording on the MP3. This time there was music too. 'I hate these people. They told me that my parents had the Flare. But I went looking through their personal files because I'm rebellious that way. It had a check with a huge sum of money from WICKED which said, for Alex(the girl) to supposedly my parents or my guardian. I am like a raging fire. Literally. I set the lab on fire. I need to cool off.' After that there was a really cool song which I sang along too. Thomas didn't really say much. I could see he was tiring though. We took a quick break soon after. Then we ran.

After coming back to the Glade, I ate. I showered. I changed. I went to sleep. I woke up. I ran. I came back. I repeated the same thing, over and over. After a few days, the Box came up. There was a new greenie. It was another boy.

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