'Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter Eleven- Secrets.

"Riley?"

Riley's floated in a limbo, the place between sleep and consciousness. On some level, she was still shrouded in darkness, but at the same time, she could hear someone calling her name and the bed shifting beneath her, as if someone had sat down next to her.

"Mhmmm." She mumbled, burrowing into a blanket that had been placed over her.

"Riley?" The voice came again. "Riley?" It sounded like Newt.

"What do you want?" She mumbled, her voice weary and her words jumbled with sleep.

"Oh, thank god. Are you okay?" Another voice- definitely Thomas. She shuddered, remembering her dream. Bits and pieces were already fading- but she remembered the key points.

Thomas. Thomas had killed her sister, apparently. And he had been a member of 'WICKED', whatever that meant. And her little sister. She was...

Riley thought for a second, and the number suddenly flashed up inside her head. Six. She was six, and her name was Isabelle. Iz for short. Yeah, that was it.

And Minho. Oh, God, Minho. They were brother and sister- and according to the dream, Minho had no memories, so he wouldn't remember her. Or would he? Riley pondered that. Surely a sibling bond would be impossible to break, even through loss of memory.

"Shut up, I'm sleeping." She finally responded, tucking her body up into a tight ball.

"Riley, can you hear me?" Another voice. It sounded like Clint the Medjack, but Riley couldn't be sure.

"No, I'm just responding to your questions because I'm still asleep."

"A-a-and she's back." Minho sighed. His voice sounded eerily familiar- she hadn't noticed it before, but she felt like she'd listened to that voice hundreds of times.

"Riley, what the shuck happened back there?" Clint asked.

Riley responded with a shrug, although no one could see her from her nest under the covers. "Don't know. I guess it all just got too much."

"Yeah, Alby can be a pretty scary shank." Minho chuckled.

"You're telling me." Riley snorted, finally crawling out from her hideaway. Newt sat on the edge of her bed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Minho stood, leaning against the wall beside the door, arms folded, looking rather bored. Clint was riffling through a cabinet across the room.

"How long have I been out?" Riley asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Not long. Bout a day." Minho shrugged.

"Anything new?"

Newt turned to Minho, then back to her, with a 'you won't believe this one' look. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah, quite a lot. Another girl came up."

"Really?" Excitement bubbled in Riley's chest. Another girl- that would be great.

"Yep. She's unconscious. Came up with this random note saying that she was the last one." Minho said. "And we found a dead griever."

"A dead griever? Is that good?"

"You bet, shank. Me and Alby are gonna check it out tomorrow. This, my friend, might be our way outta here."

"That's great!" Riley laughed, relief overcoming her.

"You betcha, slinthead." Minho grinned.

"How's Thomas?"

"Shank face won't stop asking questions. Shucking annoying, he is. Keeps pestering me about training for a runner, he does." Minho sighed in annoyance.

"I guess being a runner would be cool, though." Riley shrugged, swinging her legs out of bed.

"Oh, don't you get any ideas, shuck face."

Riley smiled, but the words kind of stung. She wanted to be a runner, that was clear in her jumbled mind. She wanted to find a way out of this place- she needed to. Whatever was waiting on the other side, she wanted to face up to it, no matter how bad it might be.

[a/n

Some big chapters coming up. Love you allllll.

-delirious]