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Oh, and Gally's nicer here, since I'm not the best at writing mean characters. Hope you guys don't mind.
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Chapter 2
Lilith ended up rooming with Minho. Of course, Newt and Alby were slightly skeptical of why, but they still allowed her to room with him.
And she was regretting her decision.
"Lilith, Lilith, Lilith," Minho repeated over and over again. Lilith could hear the amusement in his voice, and she refused to be baited. She refused!
"Minho," she began sweetly, leaping off of her hammock and landing lightly on the floor. She turned to stare at the boy who lay on his own hammock.
"Yeah?" he asked, glancing at her. She growled when she saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Shut up," she snapped.
He smirked, "Or else what, Lilith? Lilith, Lilith."
She took hold of the edges of his hammock, and wrenched it up with all her might. With a loud thud, Minho fell out of the hammock and onto the floor. "What the shuck?" he moaned, looking up at her reproachfully.
"I did tell you to shut up," she said innocently. "Anyway, I want to sleep. So it would be great if you were quiet."
"Alright, alright," Minho sat up from on the floor. "You do need your sleep. You're going to be trying out different jobs tomorrow. Usually, each Greenie starts with the Gardens, but since you 'hate' it, I managed to convince Alby to skip it and go onto the Slicers."
"Slicers? The ones that work in the Bloodhouse?" Lilith nodded thoughtfully. "Seems fun."
Minho blinked at her, "You're really disturbing."
Looking at her roommate, she titled her head to the side, "Really?"
"Shuck yeah," he snorted. "You're like shucking bipolar, and you think Slicing would be fun."
Lilith pouted, "I'm not disturbing. You know what, I'm going to sleep. Good night, Minho."
"Night, Greenie," Minho responded.
There was a moment of silence, before Lilith said, "My name's Lilith. The name that you were repeating over and over a few moments ago?"
"But you're still the Greenie, so night, Greenie."
The next morning, Lilith woke up to a screeching noise that she remembered was the Maze opening. She lay on her hammock, staring at the ceiling. I wonder how I made the Griever stop. It was like magic! But maybe it's just a coincidence… She shook her head, Stupid, of course it's not a coincidence. The Griever wouldn't just stop. Minho told me that they never stopped pursuing their prey unless the said prey was inside the Glade. Maybe it is magic. I mean, I woke up in this weird place with no memories, and everything's so strange. Magic's not far-fetched, right? Or maybe it is just a coincidence. Maybe the Creators decided to stop the Griever because I wasn't supposed to die.
"Hey, Greenie," Minho called out to her from across the room. "Rise and shine. You've got a long day ahead of you."
"Oh right, slicing!" she said enthusiastically. Hopping out of bed, she yanked her shirt off.
Minho yelped loudly, "LILITH! What the shuck are you doing?" He turned around the minute she pulled up her shirt. "Don't just strip in front of me! Where did that shy, timid girl go?"
Lilith blinked at him, "Shy, timid? Well, I trust you, so why not?" Lilith asked, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.
Minho sighed in disbelief and exasperation, "Greenie, how do you know that you can trust me? What if I'm manipulating you or something? Don't be so gullible."
After putting on a clean shirt that Newt had lent her, thus a bit too large for her, and a pair of pants, Lilith informed him, "I'm done changing." When he turned back around, she gazed at him intensely, "I'm not an idiot, nor am I gullible or naive. I trust you because your intentions are good, like how I trust Newt and Alby."
"How do you even know our intentions?" Minho demanded.
She shrugged, "I just know."
"Oookay," he said dubiously. "Breakfast is starting in thirty minutes. Most of the time, we would show you Grievers now, but you've already seen a Griever, so it's not necessary." He stretched as he stood, "I'm going to change now."
"Ok," Lilith said. After a moment of silence and the two staring at each other, she blinked, "Oh, you want me to turn away?"
"Well, unless you want to see-" Minho began, before Lilith was suddenly across the room, and sticking her fist into his gut. "Oof! Shuck, woman, stop being so violent!" He staggered away from her, sulking, "How did you get across the room so quickly? I need to get a bigger room. This is too small for me to tease you."
"I don't like when people hit on me," Lilith explained unapologetically. Her heart was racing though, as she processed what had just happened. That was no coincidence. She definitely wasn't fast enough to cross the room in the span of one or two seconds. Something was definitely up.
At breakfast, when Lilith walked into the dining area, boys clambered over each other trying to get to her. She blinked, and then turned to Minho. Minho sighed in exasperation at the boys, "Hey, shanks, slim it. She wants food, not a bunch of hormonal shuckfaces."
The boys stopped, slightly intimidated by the Keeper of the Runners. Lilith just smiled when they walked back to their tables, slightly dejected.
"Hey, Greenie, sit with me," Minho offered, after they got their food. "Alby and Newt sit with us, along with the other Keepers."
Lilith smiled gratefully, "Thanks."
"Well, I'm not going to just leave you out there for those shanks to swallow you up," Minho joked, smirking. They sat down at the table, and Minho grinned at his friends, "Hey, guys, don't mind if the Greenie sits here?"
"Sure, why not?" Newt said, smiling. "How was your first night, Greenie?"
Lilith nodded in greeting to all of them, and answered Newt, "It was pretty good, thanks. A lot to take in, but this place's better than that place I woke up in yesterday. At least I'm not alone."
"Greenie, you met Winston and Zart. This is Clint, the Keeper of the Med-jacks," Minho introduced her to the other Keeper she had not yet met.
She smiled, "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"So, you're starting with the Gardens today?" Zart inquired politely, leaning forward.
Alby shook his head, "She's starting with the Slicers."
"Yup!" Lilith cheered, grinning. "Sounds fun!"
Zart, Clint and Newt looked dumbfounded. Winston raised an eyebrow, "Really? You do know what we do, right?"
"Yeah, but it sounds fun," she said stubbornly.
Minho laughed, "Yeah, she's disturbing in that way. Oh, and don't tease her unless you more than a room away from her. Or make any sexist comments. Those piss her off apparently."
"Pisses her off?" Newt sounded skeptical. "I don't know about you, but I can't see the Greenie angry."
Minho snorted, "Ok, maybe not angry, but annoyed and irritated. She's surprisingly violent."
"Violent?!" the boys at the table gawked at Lilith.
Lilith pouted, "It's just how I show affection."
The boys gaped even more.
"So the two assignments a Slicer can have are cleaning up after the animals, or slaughtering them," Winston informed her as they made their way to the Bloodhouse. Minho had already left to Run the Maze, and the others went off to do their own stuff.
Lilith grimaced, "I don't think I'd like cleaning up after the animals."
"What about killing them?" Winston asked curiously. This girl intrigued him. Even a lot of the Gladers were squeamish about killing an animal, but this girl had claimed that it sounded fun. Not sure if it was just talk, or if she really thought it was fun, but still, it was intriguing.
She grinned, a light entering her eyes that made Winston slightly disturbed, "I think I'll be fine."
"Minho was right. You are disturbing," Winston blinked, shuddering.
She was unnerving. She had held a squirming chicken by the neck down on the wooden table, and brought down the large butcher's knife onto its neck without even batting an eye. Winston had stared, amazed and slightly terrified of this cold, cold girl. After lunch, when Lilith had went off to try out being a Builder, Winston went to tell Alby.
"How did she do?" Alby asked, sitting down at his desk. "I hope she wasn't all talk."
Winston shuddered again, "She wasn't all talk. She actually killed the chicken I told her to kill. She held it down without mercy, and just killed it. Just like that. It was amazing how indifferent she was. All of the Slicers that slaughter the animals are usually squeamish at the first or second kills. But she was completely nonchalant."
"That's… interesting," Alby said, frowning. "At least we know she can be a Slicer, no matter how strange it'd be."
She skipped to the Builders' hut, whistling to herself happily. "Gally!" she called out, knocking on the hut. "Anyone in there?"
"Yeah!" a voice from inside answered. The door opened, and a tall blond boy with these awesome eyebrows walked out. He looked at her, "You're the Greenie?"
"Yup!" she said, grinning at him. She stared at him in wonder, and reached out to touch his eyebrows.
"What the shuck are you doing, Greenie?" Gally demanded, backing away. "Don't just touch my eyebrows!"
"But they're so cool!" Lilith breathed, staring at them intensely.
Gally stared at her, slightly weirded out, "Oookay, well, let's get going."
"We're building right? I'm not really that strong though," Lilith said thoughtfully. "Maybe I won't be so good at this."
Gally studied her for a second. Lilith wasn't alarmed though. She knew he was only studying her to see her build, and how strong she looked. He snorted, "Yeah, how about you just skip this one too? Doesn't seem this you'd be any good for Building."
Lilith looked down at the ground, slightly crestfallen, "Oh ok…"
"Hey, don't look so down, Greenie," Gally said, ruffling her hair. "You're just not built to Build. There's something else you're fit to do."
Lilith giggled at his pun, "Thanks, Gally."
Since she skipped Building, Lilith decided to go check out the Med-jacks. She entered the hut, "Hello? Anyone here?"
"Yeah," Clint walked down the stairs, surprised to see her. "Greenie? I thought you were covering Slicing and Building today."
"Yeah, well, Gally and I both agreed that I wasn't built for Building. Pun is Gally's," Lilith said, making sure to credit the Keeper of the Builders.
Clint laughed, "Okay then. Let's test you out then."
They walked up to the infirmary, and he sat her down. "Usually we don't have many patients, except for the occasional Runners and Slicers. Luckily, or unluckily, Jack had his forearm sliced open by one of the gardening tools. Don't ask me how," Clint added, seeing the look on Lilith's face. "You are going to prepare him to be stitched. Obviously, I'm going to do the stitching, but you will sterilize the wound without irritating it too much and clean up the blood."
She did pretty well, but the only problem was that she was terrified of needles. "I heard that you were fine killing a chicken with this huge butcher knife. How the shuck are you afraid of a needle?" Clint demanded, looking exasperated.
"They're just so small, and sharp…" Lilith said, sulking in the corner.
Clint sighed, "You'd make a nice Med-jack assistant. Not an actual Med-jack since you can't deal with needles."
Around 5:30, Newt called her over, "This is the time when the Runners return, and when the Gates close."
The two of them stood there waiting for the Runners. "So how was Slicing and Building?"
"Slicing was nice," Lilith said, smiling. "I think I did pretty good. But for Building, Gally and I both agreed that I wasn't fit for Bulding, so I tried the Med-jacks next. Turns out that I'm scared of needles, so…"
Newt hummed, "That's interesting. Tomorrow, you'll be trying out the Cooks and the Baggers."
"Baggers?" Lilith inquired, blinking.
"Gladers who guard the Maze entrances and deal with dead bodies. The Cooks, well that's self explanatory," Newt explained.
Lilith brightened suddenly, pointing out at the Maze, "I see Minho and the others!"
The group of nine Runners sprinted into the Glade, panting heavily after a long day of running.
"Where are they going?" Lilith asked Newt curiously, watching as the Runners went off towards a hut that Minho had not shown her.
"Oh, they're going off to map the section of the Maze they explored today. Everyday, they get a new sector to run, and after they finish, they map it out," Newt explained. "You want to come with me to go see Minho?"
Lilith nodded, "Sure!"
They walked over to the Runners' Hut, and Newt knocked on the door, "Hey, Minho, how long until you finish mapping?"
"Not long! Just wait a few more minutes," Minho yelled back from inside the hut.
The door opened, and Minho walked outside, raising an eyebrow at Newt, "What's up?"
"How was Sector 4? Anything like what the Greenie described?" Newt asked.
Minho frowned, sighing, "No. Nothing new, nothing like what she described." He looked at Lilith, "Hey, Greenie."
She smiled at him, "Hey, Minho. So you didn't see anything new? Maybe the timing matters? Like what hour it is or something."
The Keeper shrugged, "Maybe. We'll find out tomorrow. How was trying out new jobs?"
"Slicing was pretty good!" Lilith said happily, giggling at Minho's disturbed expression. "But I can't be an official Med-jack, since in scared of needles… Oh and Gally and I both decided I couldn't be a Builder."
"You're scared of needles?" Minho demanded, eyebrows raised. "That's surprising."
"They're scary!" Lilith insisted, pouting. She fidgeted for a second, before blurting out, "Could I try out being a Runner?"
The two boys immediately said in unison, "No!"
"Of course you can't try out Running, Greenie!" Newt exclaimed, in disbelief. "Running is dangerous! And you're a girl-"
The minute Newt said that, Minho slapped a hand over his mouth. "Don't say that, Newt!" Minho warned frantically. "The Greenie is violent! And she hates sexist comments."
Lilith decided to ignore Newt's comment, "But like I told Minho, the Creators put me in the Maze instead of the Box for a reason. Maybe they-"
"Sorry, Greenie, but no's no," Newt said firmly. "You're staying inside the Glade."
Lilith stared at him for a moment, before relented, "Okay." She changed the subject, "When's dinner again?"
Newt and Minho exchanged a wary look, before the blond boy answered, "Around 6:30."
That night, after dinner, Minho and Lilith lay in their respective hammocks. "Hey, Greenie, what job do you think you'd want the most?"
"I don't know," Lilith replied truthfully. "I do want to try Running, but since you guys won't let me, I think I'd probably be either a Slicer or maybe a Cook. I like cooking."
"You really think you'd like Slicing? It's messy and bloody," Minho said, skepticism apparent in his voice.
Lilith shrugged, "Yeah, I'm fine with messy and bloody. Just nothing with needles."
Minho laughed, "Night, Greenie."
"Good night, Minho."
