WICKED'S PAWN

Chapter 10

I didn't pay much attention to the greenie. I had a lot more important things to worry and think about. A stupid new boy isn't gonna change anything.
I went to sleep, woke up and continued my routine as usual. I was running, eating, running again and coming back to the Glade.
Nothing unusual happened.

Minho and I weren't talking. We avoided each other. More like he avoided me whenever I was at the Glade. I couldn't care less either. I don't have the time to waste on trying to solve an unsolvable case. We both didn't have the time or temper to solve the issues between us and Newt and Thomas were clearly getting annoyed by our childish behaviour. Even though I was a bit reckless going into the Maze overnight, I saved his life by risking mine. He should be thanking me.
Anyways, whenever I was in the Maze exploring it, I was practising my telekinesis. Not in front of the Gladers, of course. In the Deadheads. Throwing trees, ripping them, shredding them, sometimes pulling them out of the ground, roots and all. 'Bloody hell. What the shuck have you been doing in here, Alex?' Newt said one day, when he saw me shredding the Deadheads. 'Blowing off some steam, practising, the usual.' I replied carelessly. 'Well you won't be able to run in the maze with a bloody nose every night.' Someone said. Shocked and alerted by the unfamiliar voice, I swiftly turned around and saw, the one the only, asshole. Minho. Even looking at him, made me mad. 'Says the shank, who hasn't given a fuck about me since forever. What the hell do you think you're doing Minho?' I could see Newt slowly limping away, trying not to get caught in the war between us. 'I'm trying not to let you kill yourself.' 'And why would you be doing that, huh? You haven't given a damn about what I've been doing since I saved you from a night in the Maze.' I replied while walking deeper into the Maze, with Minho trailing behind me. 'You almost died in there Alex! Are you trying to kill yourself?' 'Well maybe I am. Do you have any idea how many people I've fucking killed, how many I've endangered and harmed before coming here?!' I replied with tears in my eyes. I never cried. Only once. 'Holy shuck Alex. I had no idea. I'm sorry. I thought you were like Newt.' He said stepping closer to me. 'Don't come any closer to me. I don't wanna hurt you. Y-you think that I would kill myself. That I would try to jump off of a fucking wall?' I replied with a bitter laugh. 'I thought.. I couldn't deal with you wanting to die. That's why I was ignoring you. Being away from you. Distancing myself from you. I'm sorry. Are we okay now?' I looked at him with disbelief evident on my face. 'So you were a fucking asshole to me because you were scared that I would kill myself? You're a coward Minho. But everyone else here is too. We're cool, I guess.' He grinned from ear to ear at my words. 'You wanna listen to a recording together? I haven't listened to one in a couple of days?' 'Sure. We're running together tomorrow, like old times.' I sat down at the base of a tree and wipe my nose on my black sweatshirt. Sometimes in intense situations my abilities go haywire and my nose starts bleeding. I pull out my MP3 and play a recording I haven't played yet. 'I'm a sicko. I just killed the chancellor and all of my doctors. I don't know why. I go into these fits where I'm seeing red. Probably a side effect from all the drugs inside me. They told me I have a spilt personality. I didn't care. No matter what they did, I wouldn't let them kill the subjects. It's my fault they're here. Sometimes something happens to me, I can't think straight. I feel different and I can't remember things. Shit is happening. And she's behind it all.'After the recording, I couldn't feel what's happening to me. It was like something clicked inside me. My head hurt. My body started moving uncontrollably. I could hear Minho yelling. I could hear the footsteps of the Gladers. I could feel myself getting picked up. But I couldn't feel what was happening.

I woke up in the now familiar med-jack hut. I saw Minho, Thomas, Newt and Chuck sitting next to the bed. I sat up groggily and said, 'What the fuck happened? All I remember is listening the recording with Minho.' Minho spoke up, 'Well, after listening to the recording, you started shaking and you looked like you were choking. I called for help and the med-Jack said that you were seizing. They said you might've been triggered by something. You almost died.' Newt muttered, 'Bloody hell Minho, her face was turning all purple and she was mumbling. And when did you two start talking to each other? We thought you two were still trying to kill each other.' 'We apologised Newt, like humans do.' Minho spoke. 'Well, I'm completely fine with the fact that you two have made up and you're alright.' Thomas said. They left, though Chuck stayed and we both talked and chatted like we used to. Soon, he had to go but that didn't stop him from sneaking in food for me. I swear he was my little brother before all of this. But Jeff kept getting annoyed and eventually made me sleep in the Homestead so they wouldn't get distracted by Chuck and I's giggling. The med-jacks told me to get some rest there, and they wanted to keep me there, to "monitor" me. I could run as usual, even in my completely fast way, somehow I run so fast everyday. I fell asleep in the small bed, in the homestead, with Chuck on the bed, he's a kid and he wanted to sleep in a room for once. Not that I cared anyway.

[I finally updated. Yay! This was a bit short but I had to end it here. I'm gonna be updating more in this month. Thanks for reading! I hoped you liked it!]