AN: Hello, I'm back! And I actually put off updating this for so long, but here it is! Review and tell me what you think! (::)
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Madison (as Monroe), the Glade
Right after the bloody hell week…
Monroe decided it was high time she convinced Minho to make her a Runner. If she could manage to navigate around the maze like nobody's business, the real Monroe could help her find the way out without too much effort.
She woke up as early as dawn. She took a bath, got dressed and ate her breakfast. Now, she needed to wait for Minho to wake up. Currently, the only ones awake were Frypan and a handful of cooks, who were busy cooking for all of them. Monroe decided to just help them out, after all, she had nothing better to do.
"You're still skinny, shank." Frypan commented as he tossed bacon from the pan.
"I can see that. I seriously need some meat on me. It's tiring how people still think I'm a paper doll."
"Give 'em a paper cut, then." Frypan laughed. It was true. A paper cut was unexpected, like she was.
"I can try." She smirked as she distributed the bacon to different plates.
"Good morning." She smiled at Minho, as sweetly as she could, serving him his breakfast.
"What's got you so cheery?" He accepted his plate.
"Maybe because I can?" She retorted as she handed Newt his plate.
"Ey, maybe you should just serve us our food. I really like the view from here! It's so shucking pretty." A Slicer called from behind.
"Sure, I'll give you menu of three choices. A fork in the eye, a slap in the face, or my personal favourite, a kick in the nuts." She turned to him, keeping her scarily cheerful expression. The Slicer paled and didn't say anything.
"Are you done eating?" Newt asked.
"Yeah. I've been up since dawn. Much better than waking up when the sun is glaring at you."
"This bag's for ya!" Gally tossed her a black bag with a gold handwriting of her name. Fancy. She sat down beside Newt and opened the bag. Opening it, it had more clothes. And presumably a letter.
"Someone must love you a lot if they're going to keep sending you things." Minho commented as she looked inside.
"Things don't define love." She retorted as she exited the mess hall to her room.
After locking the door of the room, she looked for a note.
Maddie,
Monroe is not feeling really well so I was the one who sent this. They know of your switching so trouble is coming for you. Keep safe, I'll help you in any way I can.
x Cissa.
Who was Cissa? Monroe thought to herself. Despite thinking long and hard, she didn't remember anyone named Cissa. Heck, she never even remembered Monroe from the start. The latter spoon-fed her the information.
She pushed the bag down inside the box from her arrival. Another two weeks and she'd be replaced with a new greenie. Phew.
"So a little Runner told me you've been threatening him." Minho voiced out from the door. She opened it, and as she did, he leaned closer to her.
"Isn't he a tattletale?" She smirked, knowing he thought she'd cower.
"Now, now, that is a violation to rule number two." He mocked.
"And if I violate a rule, I get punished?"
"Yes, Monnie. You do." He smirked right back.
"What makes you think I'll let myself be punished? If he just made me a Runner, none of this threatening business would've happened." She walked away from him, sitting on the cot that was his bed.
"You see I'm the only one who can make anyone a Runner."
"Then make me."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons." She gritted her teeth.
"And those reasons are?" Minho leaned against the doorframe of his room's door.
"I want to get out. I'm not going to stay in this prison forever."
"Alright. Good enough reason. But do you think you can keep up?"
"Who said I couldn't?"
"Let's just see, Monnie. By seven tomorrow, you meet me up the North Gate. Let's see what you got."
"Deal."
7 AM. The Glade.
"You're late." Monroe looked at Minho in disdain.
"Beauty takes time." He joked, pointing to his hair.
"Ha! Puh-lease," Monroe replied.
"Let's go then." Minho jogged towards the Maze, Monroe following closely.
By afternoon, Monroe showed no signs of being worn out. Minho knew she was trying hard. But he didn't know why exactly, aside from the fact she wanted to escape the Maze. Everyone did want to escape but not all of them volunteered for it.
And seeing someone so determined to be a Runner made Minho think twice. Should he make her a Runner? Why not? He thought all of these things, wondering to himself why he even needed to think about it. She has all the qualities of a Runner, why restrain her? Did that mean he cared for her already?
"Minho, have you been listening?" Monroe demanded.
"Huh? What?" He mentally scolded himself for being so unfocused.
"Just as I suspected. Are you daydreaming?" She laughed.
"Why, are you curious about the person I'm daydreaming of?" He retorted.
"Please, keep your fantasies to yourself," She replied. "Besides, I have more important stuff to get to, like getting out of here, unlike some people." She mockingly sneered.
Minho childishly huffed, playing along.
"Aren't you the least bit curious?" He drawled as they looked for their way back.
"Nah." She shook her head in disapproval.
"Not even one bit?" She shook her head once more. "Like I'd want to hear your fantasies. Just thinking about it irks me."
"Yeah? Who do you think is in it?" He looked over at her, noticing her features. She had fine blonde hair down to the top of her shoulders. She had stormy grey eyes, if it hit the light it'd look like liquid silver. Her skin was fair despite the heat in the Glade. For him, she looked beautiful.
"What're you looking at?"
"Just enjoying the view." He teased, getting the impulse to do something.
"Are you─" He cut her off as he placed his lips on hers. A peck. On her lips. Her eyes widened at the sudden contact. He immediately stepped back, waiting for the anger speech.
At an instant, just like his impulsive moment, a name came to his mind.
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Madison.
AN: What the actual─? Did I just do that? Review me your reactions! (::)
Replies:
AsgardianGrizzly: Thank you. I always imagined Cissa as the girl who was forced to become who she is now. More backstory bits should be coming up.
amycahill57: I wrote this story without having a face claim, after your review, I've always saw them take after Elle Fanning. I don't know who Bria Kelly was but when I searched her, I just didn't think she would've fit the twins. But thank you for the suggestion, it made me realise that I needed a face claim for them.
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