Hi

First, I wanted to say sorry. I've been working on this chapter for so long and I simply had no ideas, then the law school started and I've been so busy I had to quit my job. I'm also working on other things, but I promise to update sooner this time.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Runners

Vivienne's bed was cold when she climbed under the sheets. It didn't help that she just took a shower and her hair was soaking wet.

She shivered, and shut her eyes, forcing herself into slumber. The sleep refused to come and soon Vivienne was wriggling in her bed. It was disturbing how a place built particularly for her was the most unwelcoming, at the moment.

Soon her breath became shallow and she began crying.

*A week earlier*

"You're quiet," Legend told her during one of their morning meetings.

"I'm just restless," she sighed.

"Like everyone here," he noticed, "So... What's going on, greybeard?" Vivienne glared at him browned off.

"We gotta ask creators for some new kind of tea."

"Doubt they'd bother sending it. You're the only one drinking it anyway," he hummed.

Even though Vivienne shook her head, she smiled a little bit. Life in the Glade was so... constant and boring yet talks with Legend, even about little things, were refreshing. Another thing that helped her get through the day was remembering the voices in her head and telling herself that being outside was worse than on the inside.

"What's your plan for the day?" he asked.

"Same as always. Draw something for Gally or pretend to draw, if there is nothing new to build," Vi sighed. Pretending to have a job was exhausting; because of how little she had to do. She'd sit on the bench with a piece of paper, and hope the time would pass quickly - which it never had. "Then my work out with Minho, quick shower and hopefully some sleep."

"Can I come? To the training?" Vivienne frowned. "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just surprised you'd be interested in that, plus you asked, which I don't think you do much."

"Hey! I can be polite if I shucking want to!" he argued.

"And there it is again." She rolled her eyes at the language he used. "But okay. I'll see you there."

xxx

"Hey guys," Vivienne said as she walked into the medhut, "Do you have something for the headache? I think sitting in the Sun has finally got me one."

Both Clint and Jeff turned their heads at the sound of her voice.

"Anything for you, Vi," Jeff winked at her causing her to laugh.

"Oh, I missed you guys!" She sat on the makeshift bed as Clint looked through a small shelf.

"Well, you're the one that stopped coming," Jeff pointed out. For a moment Clint's shoulders tensed recalling the last talk the two of them had. Mindlessly he grabbed a small jar half-filled with pills and went to grab a glass of water.

"Been busy," she sighed. "But you two seem bored...?"

"Well, no slicers came in today - not that I'm mad about it," Jeff chuckled, "And only Ryder messed up his finger, doing some work for Gally, so we are left with nothing to do."

"Remeber how crowded it was in here on my training day?" Vivienne forced herself to laugh.

"Can't blame those shanks." Jeff winked at her.

"Well, it's kinda funny considering barely anyone talks to me here," she sighed.

"Eh, you're not missing out on much." Clint gave her the painkiller and a glass of water.

xxx

"What's the kid doing here?" Minho asked them as he brought his knee to his chest, stretching.

"Give him a break, Min," Vivienne, sighed. "Everyone needs to do something in this place if they don't wanna die of boredom."

He grimaced but didn't complain any further. "Alright little soldier, you have permission to stay, but you do as I say. Clear?"

"Yup."

"Little soldier?" Vivienne raised an eyebrow as she whispered the words to Minho.

"Like you said we all need to-"

"Oh my, The Great Minho himself is quoting me! Such an honor, how did I ever deserve it?"

"Keep mocking me and you'll be doing press-ups all night." He turned around, ready to walk away before he faced her again. "Actually I like The Great Minho nickna-"

"Keep dreaming, shank."

xxx

That night when she was walking to her hut, she felt weirdly alarmed as she was walking to her hut. She couldn't hear anyone follow her, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was watched.

Get it together. - She thought to herself, - Creators are probably watching you all the time. No need to freak out about it now.

It was quiet as it usually was at this hour. All other Gladers were sleeping soundly after an exhausting day in the full sun, and she was the only one still up.

Her hands were beginning to tremble, so she hid them in pockets of her trousers and picked up her pace. The sight of her hut had never been met with such enthusiasm before.

When she finally reached her room, she shut her door and pushed a small chair that Gally made for her against it in case anyone uninvited tried to come in.

She let out a sigh, but the peace of her mind was gone as quickly as it came as she looked at the window. She didn't saw anyone there, but it was literary a big hole in the shape of a rectangle. It might have even been big enough for someone to slip in.

She suddenly felt dizzy.

"One," she whispered to herself as if it would help, "Two, three..." She kept counting until her vision became normal again. She was still agitated, but as she heard nothing else but soft breeze move the leaves on the trees, she decided to climb into her bed.

Vivienne was finally beginning to calm down, and her eyes were almost closed when a shadow appeared in her room.