AN: I felt like this was a mandatory chapter. Sorry not sorry! Reviews are appreciated and loved.
Madison (as Monroe), the Glade, early morning.
She woke up feeling disgruntled and annoyed. She stood up, feeling queasy. It was then that she stood up that she noticed a huge red stain on Minho's bed. Blood.
She was either bleeding to death or currently going through her cycle.
How do they expect her to survive in an environment like this, especially with this kind of monthly thing?
Thank goodness Minho was already out, or else, he would've mentioned something or commented anything. She quickly ripped off the sheets, flipping the mattress so the blood that seeped to it won't be seen from the other side.
She was screwed. If Monroe didn't bring her anything for this she'd be suffering for at least a week. And she could tell from her gut that she never liked having these monthly cycles even way back.
She needed to wash this. And wash it quickly. But first, she had to face Newt.
Things have been awkward between them right after he said those words.
It wasn't for her, but for Monroe, who was currently playing her part. Too bad she had to pretend to be the latter. Now, he's said it. The real Monroe is probably very angry right now.
Monroe checked her shorts for back leak, fully knowing it had some. She checked for a sweater in the box that came with her. Bingo. There was one black one. Inside, there was another note.
I know you'd use this frumpy sweater sooner or later. There's a pill bottle inside this box. It should take care of the bloody hell you're going through.
xoxo,
M.
Monroe sighed. Her sister thought of everything. Thank goodness. She looked for a pill bottle and found one that said "Menstrual Control". It had a motto of: Tampons and pads are waste of time compared to the powers of this pill! So take one, you can hurry and never need to worry!
Instructions: Take one every twelve hours. The pill stops menstrual cycles as if you're on menopause.
She had some water from last night on Minho's nightstand so she drank the pill with the water.
She tied the frumpy sweater on her waist, effectively hiding the blood stain on her butt. Now, she had to wash the sheets, and her shorts as well.
Walking outside, her eyes scanned everywhere but the path ahead, which got her to bump into Newt. They stared at each other for a solid five seconds before he stopped to look at the bundle in her hands.
"I'll explain. Just take me to a place where I can wash this without being seen by too many." She raised the bundle. Newt raised his right brow but didn't say anything. Instead, he led her to a secluded area within the huge stream in the Glade. It had some useful stuff like detergent and soap.
Once she got settled, sitting on top of a rock by the stream, she dumped the sheet into the water, and poured some powder detergent on it. She quickly scrubbed it with her bare hands. They were probably red raw right now, but she needed to get the stain off. She scrubbed under the water so Newt wouldn't see.
"Why did you need to wash that?"
"It's dirty. It reeks." She told him half the truth. It was dirty and reeked of blood.
"About the other day," Newt hesitated.
"What about it?" Monroe asked, keeping her tone nonchalant at best.
"Just forget it." He requested. Now that heightened her curiosity.
"Why?"
"Because you obviously don't return my feelings." He replied.
Monroe felt a pang of guilt. This was not her. She was supposed to be Madison. But before she could stop herself, she spoke,
"I have no memories. But I know you'd be a friend to me. So let's keep it that way." She finished slowly. Once she was done with scrubbing the sheet, she hung it on one of the ropes meant for laundry.
Now, she needed to wash her shorts. And take a long, nice bath.
Newt kept quiet.
"I need to go get a bath. Thanks for the company!" Monroe yelled as she jogged to Minho's room to get some toiletries, clothes, and a towel.
Right after her bath, which to her surprise didn't involve any catcalls, she was prepared to eat her heart out. Then start the Running trials. Which was all that she anticipated for.
She made some excuse about having some headache earlier his morning and they seemed convinced enough.
She ate her breakfast, and proceeded to meet some Runners in the Mapping Room.
They showed her some stuff like the maps, and their secret equipment.
After that, she just bluntly asked.
"When do you make me run?"
"Listen, Minho doesn't want you running yet─" A Runner that went by the name of Frank spoke up.
"Right. So what do I need to do?"
"You have to run with him. It could take days before he does." Another Runner called Anthony replied.
"Any way that can lessen?" She queried.
"Depends. If Minho finds that you have what it takes, he'll reconsider." Monroe nodded. Then stood up to leave.
"Wait!" Frank called out.
"Why?"
"There's still a lot to learn." He added.
"What's to learn? I know what time the door opens and closes. I know there are Grievers that come out at night. I know about the maps. I know about the secret stashes of stuff. What else do you need me to learn?" She glared at Frank. Frank wasn't one to easily back down as he held a stern glare mirroring hers.
"The sectors, and the─"
"It's a big old maze. Like I give a damn about it. I need to run rounds so I know exactly what I'm going against. I can't learn simply by staying in the Mapping Room looking at the maps." Monroe snapped.
"Yeah? Why don't you prove it, slinthead?"
"Prove it? I already did. Did you forget?"
He was at loss for words.
"Make me a Runner and we can go our separate ways." Monroe smirked.
"You can't make a deal and expect me to accept it." Frank spat.
"I never gave you a choice." Monroe looked at him dead in the eye.
"I'm not afraid of you." Frank gritted his teeth.
"Then you obviously don't know what I'm capable of." She snarled, storming off.
AN: She friendzoned Newt. She wasn't even the real girl. Isn't that confusing?
Replies:
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