Property of WICKED

Chapter 6 ~ Addicted

"You always sneak up on people like that?" He said after letting out a breath of relief, she smirked and sat at the small wooden table that was in the corner of the rather small kitchen.

"Only you." She replied making herself comfortable, she shivered slightly and it reminded her that the fog had bought on a slight bitterness over the glade.

"Is it cold out there or something?" He spoke over the loud sizzling sounds coming from his pans, every now and then he shake the bacon around and turn them over.

"Yeah, i can't even see five feet in front of me. Does it usually get that foggy?" He shrugged slightly and his head rose from the bacon he was drooling over.

"Yeah, only happens after someone gets banished.. I think whoever put us here, that's there way of reminding us that it happened, i'm not sure.. The glade is a confusing place, i'll tell you that." He turned back around and began putting the bacon on wooden plates for everyone.

"Oh..How many times has someone been banished?" She asked crooking her head, he looked up from what he was doing and sighed loudly, everyone knew she didn't agree with banishing people, even if they tried to murder her in a pool of water.

"Look, i know you don't like the whole idea of sending people out there, but when someone gets stung, they belong to the maze. Ben knew that would happen when he joined the runners, he knew it was a possibility he could get stung, and he did," Frypan returned to placing the bacon on the many plates that were infront of him.

"But did he deserve that? i mean, it was intense. What if somehow he got better?" She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Iris, are you crazy? he just tried to drown you. I don't know any girls, but you are by far the craziest." He joked lightening the mood in the small kitchen they were in, she smirked at his joke and they continued talking about the glade and how it worked, how Alby was the first up and how he got his job.

By the time it was 7:40am, the entire glade are awake except the builders, who liked to sleep in until 8. Frypan was serving breakfast which consisted of Bacon, beans and a slice of bread.

Iris sat beside Thomas and Chuck, opposite them was Newt and Winston. Chuck hadn't stopped talking since he had sat down, telling them all about his dreams, which were pretty funny. One point he was being chased by chickens that had Gallys head instead of the actual chicken head, he made sure to express how traumatised he was by it too.

Breakfast went by pretty fast, Thomas Chuck and herself were forced to be in the gardens once again with Newt. She didn't know how much she could take, pulling weeds made her want to strangle herself with ivy from the walls. She did not want to be a gardener for the rest of her time in the glade, she made sure to emphasis her hatred for it ever time she yanked another weed from the ground.

"I'm not doing this anymore." She lobbed the weed in her hand to the left and walked off into the woods, Chuck tried to convince her to come back but he couldn't be bothered to run after her, Thomas however did.

"So where we headed?" He asked as he jogged beside her, she chuckled at how he was following her no matter the circumstance.

"Into the woods." She replied, the fog was even worse in the woods, both Thomas and her bumped into trees many times, making them both stumble backwards and even begin forming bruises on their faces and arms.

"Where the hell are we going?" Thomas asked dodging a smaller tree, she audibly laughed at his clumsyness and teased him about it.

"I'm not that clumsy!" He tried protesting but before he could say anything else to make her change her mind, a large splash came from the side of her, she turned around and took a few steps towards the noise.