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"Two newbies in a day and one of them is a shucking girl!"
A hum of protest tickles my throat as the angry voice cuts through my subconscious; trying to tune it out and sink back into the lovely dream I'm having…
"Then, to shucking top it off, she came from the shucking Maze!"
The volume and anger of the voice chases the wisps of the dream away as I jar into awareness. Quickly making me grow irritated with whoever the owner of the voice is in the process. Irritation, that only grows as I discover that I can't remember anything about the dream; at all.
Great, I think sarcastically through my sleep addled mind. Another thing I forget. And it was a good dream.
My annoyance quickly evolves into confusion as I shift on something soft and springy that creaks with my movement. Hang on…I wonder, shifting again to hear more creaks and feel more softness. I'm on a bed. My eyebrows scrunch together, not quite sure how I know what a bed is. Guess it's one of those things I just know. Why am I on a bed? Sadly, the answer to this question is one of the many things I don't know.
And that is enough to wake me.
It's like a switch is turned on and I'm sitting up on the bed without even realizing I'd moved at all. In a second I take in the woven walls and the sunlight streaming through before I'm on my feet, surprised to feel soft earth beneath them. Glancing around again, I hear my heart pounding as another wonder occurs to me.
How'd I even get here?
The voices outside suddenly hush and instinctively I grab the first thing in sight that could be used as a weapon-a dented tin cup- at the silence. Standing there, I hear every one of my heart beats; I hear the rustling of leaves and the shifting of the strangers who were talking. Who are they? Another thought, less welcome. Do I want to know?
I hear a footstep, and a whispered word. "Wait…"
My grip tightens on the cup. Breathe in…
More footsteps towards the opening; a controlled breath escapes my lips, my skin tingling with energy and my blood burning hot in my veins. Breathe out…
I can almost hear their breathing as they draw closer and closer, so that I can now see two shadows casting on the ground. 'Make them remember you...'
I briefly register the forms of two tall boys as I hurl the cup at the nearest one before I make a break for it. Shoving past them, I hear a voice shout: "What the klunk!" As I sprint through the open door and out into hot sunlight determined to get away.
"Hey! Hey! Stop!" Another voice calls after me, and I hear the sound of their running feet persuading me. But I don't look back; I just keep going. "Shuck it Greenie, stop!" He, because he is another he, yells again, clearly frustrated.
Still running forwards, I bite back the urge to retort and to look back only to see something up ahead that makes the anger ebb away almost completely and my breath to hitch in disbelief. What the fuck? I force myself to stop, the unexpected movement causing my right foot to slip on the grass and me to fall on my back. Hissing through my teeth at the impact, I hurriedly sit up, gawking at the high wall that stretched on seemingly for miles towards the sky. Chest heaving I turn my head every single way, scrambling to my feet when I see the same walls around the large clearing I'm standing in with no signs of a door. Trapped…I feel my lungs constrict at the word, an odd, but eerily familiar sense of unease and rage swelling in me. Then, I'm suddenly aware that the heavy footfalls from before have stopped and I spin around to see a blonde boy with heavy breathing cautiously stepping nearer with his hand held out, palm forward in a gesture that I suppose is supposed to help calm me. It doesn't work.
"I know; it's a lot to take in…" The boy begins, making my eyes widen in disbelief.
"A lot to take in?" I repeat, letting a short sarcastic laugh. "I'm in a fucking box, and I don't remember how the hell I got here! No shit it's a lot to take in!" Drawing in a sharp breath, I fight to steady my breathing as the blonde boy stared at me in shock.
Don't panic, panicking won't make this any easier. I tell myself on a whim, closing my eyes and taking in a few more breaths to clear my head. After a moment or so, my eyes open to see the boy still gazing at me worriedly, but I'm not scared anymore. I'm determined. "What is this place?" I ask quietly, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood when he didn't answer after a minute. He just stands there, staring at me. After another minute or so of this, my frustration comes back full force. "Damn it, just tell me the truth!" I snap, taking a step forward only for him to meet me halfway, gripping my upper arms tightly. I struggle against his grip for a moment, glaring at him angrily as his brown eyes meet mine, not knowing why I'm so angry…why I'm so sad…
"You're in the Glade." He replies softly, and I am suddenly aware that his is rich with soft, deep tones and an unnameable accent slurred in. At any other time his voice may have been soothing, but right now it didn't help much.
But his response makes me go still, my eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar name: "The Glade? What-" Looking around again at the looming walls, that uneasy feeling…a mix of unexplainable anger and, weirder, dread growing in my gut the longer I look at it, so I face him again. "What are the walls for?"
"They keep us safe." He answers just as softly, brown eyes gazing into mine.
I frown, narrowing my eyes at him as I remember what the other boy had said before; something about a maze. But why would we need to be kept safe from a maze? "Safe from what?"
His jaw tightens and his grip on my arms loosens as he turns his head both ways before facing me again. His eyes flicker over my face once and I feel his right hand sliding down to my left wrist. "C'mon," He whispers with a slight tug. Shooting him a look of disbelief, I shake my head and tug back. He lets out a breath of irritation, cocking his head in the direction I'd come from. "Look, we'll explain everything at the Homestead." He promises his brown eyes looking determinedly into mine sincerely, an aura of calm radiating off him. And slowly, as the seconds tick by, I find myself believing him. Stance relaxing, I give him a small nod and the right corner of his lip tugs up in the slightest of smiles. "Mind you though, you might have to do some explaining yourself." He adds, tugging at my wrist so that I follow him a few steps before his words fully register.
"What?" I blurt out as he tugs me forward again. It's then I notice that we have an audience, about ten or so boys clustered around in a wide, broken semi-circle all eyeing me curiously. Some…suspiciously. Turning away from them, I focus on keeping up with blondie to try to distract myself from their pressing stares. Once I'm at his shoulder, I continue right where I left off. "What do you mean explain? I've got no idea what's going on. I don't think I have the right to explain anything." I pause for breath, quickly turning to see some of the boys still eyeing me. "And why is everyone staring at me?"
"Shuck it...you're full of questions aren't yea?" The boy says in exasperation, though he doesn't sound angry.
I raise an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have so many if you answered some."
He stops just long enough to give me a pointed stare and one piece of advice. "Just…be patient." He scolds me, before going on.
"I don't think I like being patient." I mutter under my breath, but he chuckles so I guess he must have heard.
Soon enough we're back at the small hut I'd run out of, the boy gives me a look, asking: "Are you gonna run off again?" Rolling my eyes, I tug my wrist out of his grip before crossing both arms across my chest and raising an eyebrow in response. His lips quirk in a small smile: "Good that." Opening the door, and gesturing for me to go in.
I go to take a step forward only to pause, something occurring to me. "Um…just out of curiosity, when you said 'we'll explain…'"
"Yeah?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow for me to continue.
Swallowing, I tug at worn black, leather sleeves somewhat nervously before asking. "Did you mean that guy I chucked the cup at?" The smile tugging at his lips tells me all I need to know. "Great." I say sarcastically, rocking backwards and forwards on my heels in debate for a moment before stepping past the blonde and to the door way only to face him again. "Where did I hit him?"
His smile widened, a quick snort of laughter coming from him. "Right on the forehead, Greenie."
"Really?" I utter thoughtfully, a smile tugging at my own lips after a minute of thought. "That's a start I guess…"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "What is?"
"Well, I didn't know anything about myself five minutes ago." I start explaining, feeling a small amount of relief as I meet his eyes. "And now I do."
"And that is?" He asks, letting go of the door and leaning against it, brown eyes looking at me interestedly.
I grin. "That I have good aim." With that I turn and enter the hut.
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