"What the fuck?!" Gally stumbled backwards out of my grasp. His face along with the other gladers was absolutely priceless. Eyes wide and mouths hung open. I had even gotten Gally to swear. Cackling like a maniac, I rolled around slightly on the forest floor, hacking coughs every so often. Tears stinging my eyes from how much euphoria my prank had given me. Adrenaline shaking through my veins.

"Oh my God you actually fell for that holy shit!" I slammed my head backwards trying to catch my breath. "That was the funniest thing ever!" I laughed. The other gladers didn't find my joke as hilarious as I did.

"What in the bloody hell?!" Newt cried out. "You're alive?!"

"Uh yeah Newt I think I'm alive."

"That's not possible." He pressed. "You should've died."

"Well hate to throw a wrench in your plans but I'm very much alive."

"How? The blood?!" Newt seemed flustered with his furrowed brow and dramatic hand gestures. I licked my finger and rubbed my left arm. The blood washing off with ease.

"Pigs blood. Just like in Carrie. God you didn't even check if I had any cuts? You guys are so fuckin' easy."

"That is so messed up y/n! We thought you were dead!"

"Yeah well you all didn't really seem to care about me last night when I was banished." I spat the last part out, malice and hurt still digging into my heart. More boys had joined the crowd forming around me.

"We need to have a keeper meeting. Now." Newt said rubbing his fingers over his face.

"Okay have fun with that." I said flatly, flipping myself up to my feet. Pushing gawking boys out of my way.

"Y/n where are you going?!"

"Away from you, Barbie Boy!"

"We need to have a-"

"Suck a dick Newt! Fuck off!" The resentment I had for the gladers had burned and bubbled over. They banished me. They wanted me dead. I couldn't just pretend that it didn't hurt.

Even the people who had "wanted me to stay" didn't do anything when I was meant to go. They just watched. Like cowards. With their stupid fucking order. They were all pussies and I didn't need them. Any of them.

As I tried in vain to cool off from my confrontation with the gladers, something caught my eye. Paul caught my eye. He was laughing. Actually laughing with his friends at the tables. Guess he hadn't finished stuffing his face full yet.

Oh God, what I would give to slap that stupid stupid ugly grin off his face. At least Victor had some remorse. The redhead poked around at his food with his fingers. A glum look permanently settled on his face. Paul shook him by the shoulders to cheer him up but Victor just pushed him away.

Paul was a fear mongering bitch, and I was going to kill him. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I knew that one day I would see him six feet under. My fists were almost shaking with anger, teeth gritted as I strode over to the table from behind him, looking like I just came out of a slasher horror movie. The rest of the baggers seemed too encapsulated by laughter to notice me. Then I was directly behind him.

"Yeah man, just glad to see that bitch gone." He laughed, his voice throaty and gross. I didn't even know that voices could be gross but Paul's was disgusting. The other boys's faces stood frozen from shock. They saw me.

I grabbed Paul's pancake off of his plate, taking a bite out of it. "Hey what the hell man?!" He said spinning his head around. His eyes glued on to me, running from top to bottom with his mouth staying open after he physically gasped.

"What's the matter Paul? Look like you've seen a ghost." I threw the pancake I had in my hand to the dirt ridden floor, smashing it in with my shoe.

"No." His eyebrows raised. "No way. No you should be dead!"

"I take it you're not too happy to see me." I said mocking a disappointed tone. Grabbing his plate I dumped the remains on the ground. A spiteful smile stretched out all pretty on my face. "That sucks."

I licked my hand and slid it down his face. It was a vile and unusual way of asserting myself but I could tell by his face it had worked. "I'm gonna kill you." I said matter of factly, no remorse to be found in my voice.

"I could do it now but that's not very fun. I like surprises Paul, so when it happens it'll be when you least expect it. Then Chuck and I will probably vandalize your grave." Shock still prominent on Paul's face I smiled. "Well I guess I'll see you then! It's gonna be so much fun, I'll probably make a scrapbook about it. Later!" I waved him goodbye cheerfully as I walked air airily to the showers.

I should shower with blood on me more often. It's oddly satisfying scrubbing at your arm and seeing your skin reappear. I felt bad for the pig but also knew that if I was dead and someone wanted to use my blood for a juvenile prank I would not only let them but encourage it. Nobody was guarding the outside of the showers, but for once I didn't care. I thought about how scared everyone seemed of me. I evoked fear in them, I was practically a God.

The showers steam curled up into my lungs, making my skin supple and soft again. When I exited the locker room in fresh clothes I felt reborn. Felt like I could do anything. I didn't have to listen to anyone again. Relishing in my power I felt someone grab my arm.

"Time for the keeper meeting." Newt demanded, trying to pull me towards the homestead.

"No way." I ripped my arm away from him. "I am not going."

"Yes you are y/n. This is really serious. Now come on."

"No. They're boring and I go to one like every single day."

"You have to go-"

"No I don't. I don't have to do anything you say Judas." I said defiantly with crossed arms.

"Who's Judas?"

"You don't know him? I thought you two would be very acquainted after last night, especially because you're both traitors."

"I'm not a bloody traitor y/n, you're bein' ridiculous. Now slim it and let's get to the homestead."

"Y'know maybe I'll just go back to the maze. Grievers seemed to care more about me than any of you did." As childish as I was being, the genuine hurt and bitterness was evident in my voice. It made my throat close, giving me the urge to isolate, find a good place to cry. Newt sighed, obviously frustrated by my stubbornness.

"No you're not going back in the maze y/n. You were the first person to survive a night in the maze alright. We need to talk about this. Please?" I didn't want to go but Newt seemed sincere, even sorry.

"Fine I'll go. But can I at least have something to do while you guys go on and on and on. You guys got Uno or somethin'?"

"What's Uno?" I sighed at his ignorance. Remembering stupid things like Uno were as much of a blessing as they were a curse. No one ever seemed to get any of my amazing references.

"You have much to learn Newt, much to learn." I shook my head, patting at his arm.

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"Y/n aren't you supposed to be apart of this meeting too?" I blew on my freshly painted nails. The boys had been talking among themselves for the last ten minutes. I couldn't tell you one thing they had said because of how absorbed I was in doing my own thing.

"Aren't you supposed to be minding your own business? You said if I came I could do whatever I wanted." I was nestled on a few pillows, laying on the floor. I'd had enough of that stupid wooden chair.

"Yeah well painting your nails isn't what I had in mind." Newt was pinching at the bridge of his nose.

"Do you like them? I did the rainbow." My voice was obnoxiously bubbly. I knew that me talking about something trivial as nail polish got under everyone's skin, but that was the best part. They deserved to feel bothered.

"You're nails are very nice, very pretty. Now will you talk?" Newt coaxed. "We've decided you can stay and we just want to know what happened." Letting out fake dramatic sobs, I placed my hands on my head.

"It was so traumatizing." I gasped. "I don't think I can talk about it. Reliving it would be too painful." My gasps turned into mischievous laughter towards the end.

"We won't be able to get anywhere if you don't talk y/n. We need to know how you survived. You telling us could help us get out of the maze."

"Oh so now I'm useful." I snapped. My playful mood was gone. "Now you want me around because you need something?"

"Please y/n." Everyone else joined Newt's pleas.

"Please y/n."

"Please."

"Come on y/n."

"Yeah we like you, we didn't want you gone."

"You could help us get out."

"Yeah you could be like a hero."

"We'll give you whatever you want." That caught my attention.

"Anything?" My lips started to turn upwards.

"What do you want?" Newt said tiredly. "Somethin' girly like glitter or klunk?"

"I want your mom's pussy." I blurted. Realizing what I said was a little harsh I softened. "Sorry, that was rude. I want..." I drummed my fingers on the thin carpet staring at each boys face carefully. After about a minute of silence everyone was at the edge of their seats, the anticipation killing them. "I want to do everyone in this rooms makeup. And you have to keep it on the whole day." Protests ricocheted across the room.

"No no no no."

"No way."

"Anything but that, c'mon y/n!"

"Uh uh. You're not getting close to my face with that klunk."

"Deal." Newt's agreement silenced the others. "Then after that you'll tell us right?"

"Yes." I nodded, content with my achievement. "So who's first?"