AN: Sorry if it's a bit OOC. I based this off the movie (since I haven't finished reading the books yet) and if Newt's dialogue sounds odd, please let me know. Disclaimer? First chapter. The pattern of this story will be quite irregular so there might be times when there are flashbacks or current chapters.
Newt had given her the tour. Monroe felt like he was familiar. A concept alien to her. It's that feeling you know something at the back of your head but you can't seem to say it.
"─trials start tomorrow. There's a bonfire for ya tonight so don't sleep early." Newt brought her back to reality by snapping his fingers.
"You've not been listening, she-bean." He muttered dryly.
"I was," She snapped. "My mind was just preoccupied with something else to fully focus my attention on what you just said,"
"Whatever ya say, doll─"
"Don't call me that." Monroe hissed angrily.
"Why not? Ya look like one." He retorted.
"I…Stop it. Flattery will not get you anywhere."
"It almost did, though, she-greenie." Newt smirked.
"That boy called me doll. I think many called me doll. I just don't remember." Monroe explained.
Newt said nothing and led her to the kitchens instead.
"Ya hungry?" Monroe nodded.
"Ya don't talk much, do ya?"
"There's nothing to say, why bother?"
"Good point. Now let's getcha something to eat, ya look starved." Monroe looked down at herself, she was practically skin and bones, she needed meat on this body if she was supposed to be taken seriously around here. Doll. That word taunted her. Why was she called doll? Was it because of her features or because she was treated like one? Monroe felt so confused.
Due to her thoughts, she didn't even notice Newt stand up and get them both lunch. He put a plate of food right in front of her. Monroe wrinkled her nose. It looked sloppy. She hated sloppy for some reason.
She knew she had no other choice but to eat, so she quickly snatched a spoon and shoved a spoonful of the slop in her mouth. Surprisingly, it actually tasted good.
"Whoever cooks this should think of presenting his food better." She commented idly after chewing her first spoonful.
"Nah. Fry doesn't care 'bout how it looks. As long as the Gladers have full stomachs, that's all he really cares about."
"Making it look bad makes me lose my appetite."
"Ya don't exactly look easy to impress, doll." He used that name again. Monroe couldn't bring herself to argue with him because she was starving.
Once Monroe finished eating the slop they called food around here and drinking a lot of water, Newt finished the tour in the area they called the Deadheads. She was told the Glade was split into 4 sections, the Gardens, the Homestead, the Bloodhouse, and the Deadheads. Newt explained in detail each job available and mentioned three rules.
Everyone does their part.
Never hurt one another.
And no one goes into the maze unless they're a Runner.
Those are easy rules. But something in Monroe snapped. She needed to be a Runner. Like the word doll, it taunted her. Runner. Runner. Runner. Run. Run. Run. It seemed as if there was another voice in her head saying those words.
"─tomorrow you'll be workin' with the Slicers first. D'ya hate blood?" He questioned.
"No. I don't think I'm squeamish." Monroe retorted.
"Good that. Now I can help ya get that package inside the Box. It has these huge buggin' letters spelling out ya name so it must be important stuff in there." Newt replied.
"Can we go now? I'm curious about that box." Monroe queried.
"Yeah. Ya can have all afternoon free. Trials start tomorrow for ya, like I said. Come with me, we'll get ya to the shuckin' Box." Newt affirmed.
The Box was a huge lift filled with crates and boxes.
"Since ya beat up Gally, shanks weren't able to collect the boxes." Monroe assumed Shanks was some sort of degrading word around here or some language she had yet to know about.
Monroe jumped down.
"What the shuck are you bloody doing!?" Newt yelled. Monroe didn't listen to him however. Monroe moved the crates by height, the shortest in front and so on. It had formed a stairway of sorts and she carried the package with her name with ease as she climbed her makeshift stairs.
"I honestly don't understand why you haven't thought of it yet."
"We didn't have a lot of supplies until you arrived. The Box is practically empty 'cept for some crates. The crates aren't enough to make what you made." Monroe blinked. It can't be. No.
"You alright?" Newt asked in concern.
Monroe was knocked out of her stupor. Something was off. She didn't know what it was but she was determined to find out.
"C'mon, I'll show you Minho's room." Newt led her to the Homestead, led her to a couple stair steps upward. Newt kindly offered to carry the package but she refused and she just followed Newt, tilting her head sideways to see the way.
Minho's room was not as spacious as she thought but it would do. There was a cot pushed to the side and a small dresser cabinet. On top was a stack of books. There was a nightstand beside the bed. It was a very bare room.
"I'll be in the Gardens if ya need me." Newt stated.
"Thank you but I'll be staying here for a while. I have to check the contents of the package." Newt left her in Minho's room.
She sank down the floor and opened the box. The very first thing she saw was a long note.
Monroe greedily snatched it, scanning the contents.
Dear Maddie,
You aren't Monroe. You are Madison. But please, for the sake of safety in the Maze, do not reveal yourself as Madison. Once they find out who you really are, they're going to get the Grievers to target you. Beetle blades watch your every move, be careful of your actions, they can use even the tiniest wrong move against you.
I can't give away much, they might see me for who I really am. But promise me, you'll act like me. You may not remember anything so here are some pointers to help you out.
I am a little loopy, very moody, and snappish. I'll be sure to watch out for you in here. I'll try sending you more letters as much as I can. Please do not be obvious that you aren't me. One wrong move and it could destroy everything in there.
I sent you a lot of things useful in the Maze. You may not remember me as of now but the things in the box will help you. Become a Runner. Locate the Griever Hole and I might just be able to find a way to get you out.
Love,
Monnie.
Monroe or Madison rolled the piece of paper and tucked it in the nook under Minho's cot. She looked at the box seeing some clothes but underneath those was a dynamite. How did Monnie manage to get a hold of this? There was also a pocket knife and a pair of shoes. What did Monnie want her to do, exactly?
She immediately slipped on the shoes, seeing as they looked more heavy duty than the previous pair she was wearing.
Monroe had a lot to do. And she didn't think she had enough time to do it. She sighed. Anything for Monnie. She closed up the box and got out to see Newt in the Gardens as Monroe, not Madison.
AN: Unexpected?
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