chapter four
Chosen One

Elizabeth tossed and turned under her covers. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable but she was having a nightmare. Or a memory to be exact.

"Subject  A6, you will be the first girl to enter group A. You must not fail us." a cold voice spoke. It sent a shiver down Elizabeth's spine. "W.I.C.K.E.D. is good. Inject the serum."

Elizabeth woke up with a start. She didn't remember her dream at all, all she remembered was darkness. It haunted her to know that she would never remember her dream or her past.

Elizabeth got out of bed and changed out of the clothes that were now used as pajamas. She picked up a pair of jeans and a shirt from the small pile of female clothes that were in her room. She quickly changed into them before she left her room. Elizabeth barley got out of her room when she ran into someone's chest. She looked up to see it was Minho.

"Oh, hi?" Elizabeth asked. She was still in shock about her dream.

"Hello, Greenie?" Minho asked, confused on why the girl was sweating.

"What are you doing?" She asked, shockingly nice. Minho raised an eyebrow before he shook it off.

"I was going to go and eat before I stretch and go into the Maze," Minho told the blond. Elizabeth froze for a second at the mention of the Maze. There was something that drew her to it, but she also wanted to stay away from it.

"Can I join you?" Elizabeth asked.

"I know I'm irresistible but why?" Minho asked curiously. Waiting for a sassy or sarcastic remark from Elizabeth, only not to get one.

"I feel like klunk," Elizabeth answered before the two headed towards the Kitchen.

"Don't we all?" Minho asked. The two walked into the kitchen and greeted Frypan who gave them food. He also gave Minho lunch for later. The two exited the kitchen and sat at one of the picnic tables.

"What's out there in the Maze?" Elizabeth asked. Her brain has been nudging her to ask the question. There was something about the Maze that didn't seem right but it didn't seem like the right time to go into it.

"Grievers," Minho replied. He wasn't any help towards Elizabeth. "Why do you want to know, Beth?"

Elizabeth ignored the nickname and thought about it deeper. Before she noticed that Minho was starting to get up. "Stretches?"

Minho nodded before he headed towards the West door. Elizabeth decided not to follow him and sit there, in the thought about something else.

"Lizzy, the first job for the day is with the Med-jacks," Newt told his sister. That's when Elizabeth noticed Newt's limp, she wanted to ask but didn't want to bother him with it.

"Last try out?" Elizabeth asked. Newt nodded before they left for Elizabeth's last job.

***

"Just wrap the bandage like so." Clint showed Elizabeth. Wrapping the bandage around Elizabeth's wrist tight. She nodded, showing she was paying attention. Clint unwrapped the bandage before an injured Glader entered the room. "Here's your first test, Greenie."

Clint left the room, leaving the boy and Elizabeth alone.

"So what's wrong?" Elizabeth asked awkwardly. The boy motioned towards his hand that had a cut. Elizabeth flinched at the sight before she went into action. She grabbed his hand and dabbed alcohol on his cut. The boy let out a yell causing Elizabeth to narrow her eyes. "Keep your klunk together shank."

The unfamiliar words still felt wrong but Elizabeth was just trying to fit in. Her gender made her different from the other Gladers but the only thing she could do was try and talk like them.

"Gally." the boy introduced himself while Elizabeth examined his hand.

"Well Gally, the bloody cut isn't deep enough for stitching so consider yourself lucky. I'm going to bandage your hand and hopefully, it heals so you can work." Elizabeth explained before she started to wrap his shallow cut. "What did you bloody do exactly?"

"I was cutting wood and didn't notice the cut until someone pointed it out," Gally explained to Elizabeth.

"Luckily they did," Elizabeth mumbled. "You are good, shank."

Gally left without a word before Clint came back in. "From the looks of it, he didn't lose his hand and he had a smile on his face. I'll say you did a good job."

"Did you not trust me?" Elizabeth asked, tilting her head a bit.

"I had my doubts," Clint admitted. Elizabeth laughed at his words.

"I can agree," Elizabeth added in.

"I'm supposed to take you to the Gathering," Clint informed the blond girl. Elizabeth was confused but nonetheless, she followed Clint to a large room. She was motioned to sit in a seat directly across from Alby before Clint took his seat. Elizabeth noticed an empty seat next to Gally, which confused her.

Elizabeth managed to ignore the introduction of the Gathering before they started to talk.

"She is the first girl." Alby's voice announced, catching Elizabeth's attention. "Any options on what to do with her?"

"I say she stays with no punishment." one of the Keepers spoke out loud. Many of the Keepers agreed with the idea before Alby started to talk again.

"Next thing, what do you remember Elizabeth?" Newt asked for Alby's right. Elizabeth felt a shivering feeling, about her dark dream.

"Nothing," Elizabeth answered.

***

After so many questions, they finally came down to the agreements. Elizabeth was filled in on the rules, she also was now the chosen one for being a Cook and a Med-jack while the others complained about it. There were also a few arguments about being shut in the Slammer.

Elizabeth hastily walked out of the room and joined Frypan for dinner, since Clint had it covered with the Med-jacks. Frypan and Elizabeth immediately started to cook steak and mash potatoes when they entered the Kitchen.

"Frypan, what do I look like?" Elizabeth asked. She had spent two days in the Glade without knowing how she appeared.

"Blond hair, brown greenish eyes, pale skin. You have a nice jawline for a girl. You look to be about sixteen like Newt." Frypan told the girl after taking a glance at her. Elizabeth nodded before they finished the dinner.

"At least I look better than Newt."

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Every two days I will have an update. Up until a certain chapter will the updates be once or twice a week. I will also be putting edits or pictures I find on here because why not.

Thank you for reading this story.

- Trash for Skittles