Not my best chapter but anyway…
DISCLAIMER: All of the characters and parts of the plot that you saw either in the movie or in the book, do not belong to me.
As I stare into Minho's dark brown eyes, I suddenly feel my heartbeat rapidly sped up as I realize the situation that I have gotten myself into. Before I had been so shocked at running into him, that I had even begun to realize what this could mean for me and the trials. But now the shock was wearing off and in its place was now anxiety. Heart throbbing anxiety causing me to quickly mumble, "sh it", before flitting my eyes from him to find a gap so that I could escape.
Totally the wrong move. He saw it, narrowed his eyes and before I could even comprehend what he was doing, I had a knife being pointed straight at me. Well, my heart. What was I doing? I mentally scream at myself for making such a stupid mistake. It was as if my five years of combat training had gone straight out the window and flew themselves all the way to bloody China. Not that there was any China anymore.
Okay, I think to myself, this is fine. I can totally work with this. I'll just calm him down till I can make my move.
Moving my eyes back to his sharp face, I feel a smirk replace the anxious look on my face. I un-tense my shoulders and casually place one of my hands on my hip. You may have managed to get me off my guard before, I think feeling my smirk just increase on my face, but I can promise you that this would be the first and the last time.
I can feel the tension in the air grow as he realizes that I'm not going to answer his question.
Keeping the knife pointed in my direction, he spits out his previous words again, "Who the shuck are you".
Rolling my eyes I answer with my best bored tone, "I heard you the first time you know"
"Just answer"
I lean against the wall, "Nope"
He looks as if he wants to kill me now, "Why the shuck not"
"Cause" I pause for dramatic effect (this just seems to pis s him off even more) "1) I don't wanna and 2) I don't see how it will benefit me"
"What if I tell you my name"
And the smirk grows even bigger "Oh, I already know yours Minho"
And then I have a knife to my throat and a very angry Minho staring down at me. Curse my shortness, I think.
"How the shuck do you know my name", he glares down at me with eyes like daggers.
I stay silent and so he sighs, "what are you doing here"
"You know, just talking my dog for our morning walk. Nothin much", I say gesturing the griever that is still standing, or doing whatever grievers do, behind me. "And" I draw out the word "I would really like to continue with it, if you know, its not too much of a big deal to you".
"You think you're a real crackup, don't you", he says drilling holes into me with your eyes. I just stay silent, waiting for him to make a mistake and give me my chance to flee.
The funny thing was that as I stand there in a very uncomfortable and dangerous situation, I realise that I'm not afraid in the slightest bit. I should be crying or begging for my life or kicking Minho or hoping to hell that my friends back in WICKED will help me in someway. But I'm not. Not in the tiniest bit. Instead right now all I want to do is pi ss Minho off more and more.
"Okay fine. Don't talk now. Talk later. Talk when were in my territory and your starving and begging for your life", he threatens as he takes a hold of my hands, quickly forces them behind my back and turns me so that I'm in front of him and one of his hands are grasping mine and the other is holding a knife at my throat. "You try and escape and this knife will be used. Also, I don't make empty promises".
We've been walking for ages now and I'm starting to get tired, which is not a good thing. I was quite surprise when a wave of fatigue washed over me a few turns back but honestly I should've expected it. Walking in this position is not easy, for me at least, and the fact that we're going so slow is causing my brain to shut down. Literally.
The scenery doesn't help much either. The never changing cracked stone walls dressed with ivy are everywhere. Never changing, never different. I'm almost tempted to ask Minho whether the walls have always been like how they are now. Its seems so though. Everything, from the water supply, to the soil, to even the bloody sun is controlled perfectly by WICKED and so to me it doesn't make sense why the maze walls wouldn't be either. They shouldn't age, shouldn't crack, shouldn't break. They shouldn't change.
Perhaps it's all fake, much like the sun. Designed to look like a typical thought of a maze.
I've almost completely lost hope. Why? Because none of the tricks I learnt in combat training have worked on Minho and the ones that I like the most – the lets-fight-out-way-out-of-here way – isn't going to work because I don't exactly fancy being stabbed by a bloody knife.
I've tried tripping over, pretend fainting – everything literally but nothings worked. And that's not good due to the fact that I am starting to hear sounds that must be coming from the glade, meaning that I'm getting closer to my death and farer away from my freedom.
The funny thing is that G4 is still following me. Seriously. Because I had set it onto follow mode it was simply following me and Minho, who wasn't pleased about this.
"Why is it following us", he spits shoving me forward as I try to look back at G4.
"Meh", I say loosely, "perhaps he's lost".
I can practically feel the tension grow in the air at this. Buzz. Buzz. Confused I whip my head side to side trying locate the source of the annoying loud sound.
"What the shuck are you doing", Minho sighs obviously annoyed by my sudden movement.
Forgetting my rule about seeming calm and collected, I turn to him like I would with Thomas or one of my other friends, "Can you not hear that bloody sound".
"I hate to break it to you but you must be hearing things. I can't hear nothin".
I stop struggling for a minute and listen for the sound again. Nothing. No sound expect for that of the glade that is getting closer by every second. Am I really hearing things?
Taking my silence as a good enough answer, he starts moving forward forcing me to also so.
I pretend to trip over my feet again. "Hang on", I gasp for breath (or at least pretend to do so), "Can we take a break". As long as I can get us stuck out here tonight, everything will work. I'll be fine and Minho, well not so much.
"Yeah sure", he says with sarcasm dripping off his every word.
Buzz. Buzz. There it is again, that sound. I close my eyes for a moment trying to single out from where the sound is coming from. Now that there is no distractions I can almost hear words forming in the unpleasant buzzing sound.
Glade, hurry, griever, listen. Of course, I think, my headset. The one that I thought was broken. Someone from WICKED is trying to contact me. Listening again, I will myself to figure out what they are trying to say.
…Kat…too close…dial…WICKED's control…griever…help. And the buzzing sound is gone leaving me confused. But I cannot by confused now. I do not want to go to the glade. I do not want to receive the wrath of WICKED. I must figure out what this person is trying to tell me.
Firstly, Kat. That means the person who is contacting me is one of my friends. Secondly, too close. That must mean that I'm way too close to the glade then I ever should be – time is running out. Those words were easy but the rest were not so much.
Dial? WICKED's control? Griever? What the hell is that supposed to mean. Help must mean that what I was told (or was trying to be told) is going to help me.
Dial? What dial would I find out here? And what does that have to do with WICKED?
I have almost given up when see out of the corner of my eye, Minho turn his head to see G4 still following us, and sigh loudly. And then it clicks.
If the griever were under the control of WICKED whoever was at the control station – one of my friends it seems – they could use G4 to attack Minho and help me get away.
And the dial, I'm guessing, is the dial on the tracker in my pocket. The one I used to set G4 into non-attack mode and all I need to do is set the dial into WICKED mode, meaning that the griever would now be control my the people at the control box at WICKED.
The problem is that the tracker is in my pocket in my jeans and my hands are not currently free right now. After a few more moments I decide I just have to try.
I start to try and move one of my hands out of Minho death grip. The key word here being try.
"What the shuck is your your problem? Can you not just stay still? I have a knife. News flash, your not going to get away! Okay?" he shouts at my his resolve cracking slowly.
"I'm not trying to get away! I'm not stupid you know. I just have to scratch", I shout back at him my voice dropping lower at the end and small blush come over my face despite my wishes.
"Can't you just wait", he sighs before releasing one of my hands, tightening his grip on the other and pressing his knife closer to me as a warning.
"Ummm, it's the other hand that I need", I mutter to him moving my hand back to him.
He sighs and loosens his grip on my other hand ready to switch them. A careless mistake, that was, because now I'm running away from him listening to him shout curses at me before silencing himself to – I suppose – run after me. I can hear his footsteps behind me and know that I will not make it back to the flat trans before being caught.
But I'm not worried about that. That was never my goal. No. My goal was always to just get away for a decent amount of time so that I can change G4's mode from non-attack to WICKED mode.
Instead of running in a certain direction, I run around the maze like a crazy man – turning random corners every next second – just trying to lose Minho and gain myself some time.
As I hear his footsteps become more irregular and less loud, I stop in a shadowed corner of the maze and press myself into the tangled vines before grabbing the tracker from my pocket and turning the dial.
Hearing footsteps getting louder, I turn around just in time to see Minho sprint past my turn. I sigh in relief. Perhaps he will not even see me.
That however turned out to be a hopeless wish, as after only a few seconds he returns sees, me and begins to advance.
"I thought you said you wouldn't run", he says his voice dangerously low.
"You know, I once thought that I wanted to be a fairy. Luckily never us were correct"
"That doesn't even make sense. I was shucking correct to think that! You said that you wouldn't"
"No, I said I wouldn't try and get away. Not that I wouldn't run and running is not trying to get away. I could have kept going but I didn't!"
"And what? I'm supposed to be grateful for that?"
"Well, if you really want to"
He glares at me, "Yeah whatever. I don't know what you thought you were going to gain from that but I can assure you that you will never get away again".
Out the corner of my eye I see G4 come into view, "I lied"
"What the shuck are you talking about now"
"When I said before that I wouldn't try and get away, I lied. Well sort of."
He finally turns around to see what I was looking for and almost instantly his body tenses and his hand flies down to his knife that was tied into his belt. Slowly I creep along the wall till I'm almost horizontally next to him before sprinting past him and towards the griever at the end of the corridor.
When he finally does see me its too late. I'm already standing next to G4 with a small smirk creeping onto my face.
"Hey Minho?"
"I don't know who you are but hear this. If I ever see you again it will not be pleasant for you"
Ignoring him I continue, "I just wanted to say how nice it was to meet you". Turning around I begin to jog away.
Before I reach the end of the corridor I pause and turn around one last time, "By the way, you have only a few minutes till the doors close".
And with one final glance I turn away towards the direction of the flat trans. Towards WICKED. My home.
R&R J