𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗍

Chapter 4: Thomas

~Y/n P.O.V.~

It was now night time, which meant the fun began. All the boys tossed torches into the giant bonfire we had made for the new greenie. I stood with the group of boys that were circling around the little fight pit Gally has every bonfire. I just watched, cheering my brother on.

I had looked around earlier for Newt and the greenie, but I couldn't find them anywhere. While Gally was wrestling someone, I felt eyes on me. So, I turned my head to look over my shoulder, and I met the greenie and Newt's eyes. Greenie looked back to the front, pretending it never happened, while Newt beamed at me. I grinned back, blowing him a kiss as well.

He chuckled before turning back to the greenie, continuing their conversation, while I turned back to my brother, still wrestling.

~3rd Person POV~

"Oh, my god!" Greenie exclaimed, coughing and gagging after drinking the liquid Newt gave him, "What is that?" He asked.

Newt chuckled, "I don't even know." He shook his head, looking at the bottle of liquid, "It's Gally's recipe. It's a trade secret."

"Yeah, well he's still an asshole." Greenie muttered, looking back at the said boy, seeing him, picking up y/n and spin her around while she squealed.

"He saved your life today." Newt told him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "Trust me. The maze is a dangerous place." He says.

For a moment, in was silent while greenie looked at the maze doors, and Newt drank the Gally's recipe.

"We're trapped here, aren't we?" Greenie asked, not taking his eyes off the doors.

"For the moment," Newt nodded before turning around slightly to look over his shoulder, pointing at a group of boys, "But... you see those guys? There, by the fire?" greenie turned as well, looking at the group of boys the blonde was talking about, "Those are the runners. That guy in the middle there, that's Minho. He's the Keeper of the Runners. Every morning, when those doors open, they run the maze... mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out.

"How long have they been looking?" Greenie asks, still looking at Minho closely.

Newt pauses, "Three years."

"And they haven't found anything?"

"It's a lot easier said than done," Newt turns to face greenie, "Listen. Hear that?" The greenie listened closely, hearing noises coming from beyond the walls, "It's the maze, changing. It changes every night."

"How is that even possible?" Greenie questioned.

"You can ask the people who put us here, if you ever meet the bastards," Newt muttered, taking a sip from his glass, "Listen, the truth is... the runners are the only ones who really know what's out there. They are the strongest and the fastest of us all. And it's a good thing, too," he takes another drink, "Because if they don't make it back before those doors close," he hesitates, "Then they are stuck out there for the night. And no one has ever survived a night in the maze." He finished explaining.

"What happens to them?" Greenie asked curiously.

"We call them grievers," Newt said, looking at the maze doors, "Of course, no one's ever seen one and lived to tell about it. But, they're out there."

Greenie nodded, glancing back at the fire, before his gaze landed on the only girl he's seen here. He turned back to Newt, "What about y/n?" He asked the blonde. Newt turned his head slightly, somewhat glaring at the greenie. "What?" He questions confused.

"Don't get any ideas," greenie looked at him curiously, making Newt continue, "Y/n is my girlfriend." This made the boy cower back slightly, making Newt smirk a little.