Powers Against The Glade

Part 1

Metal bars scraped together making an awful creaking sound, the darkness swarmed all around the sleeping girl, the bright blonde curls of her hair scattered messily around her shoulders. Crates crowded the small space leaving minimal room for the girls' limp body. She was lay on a platform with metal cages on each side, it was moving up, not quickly but not quite slowly. In her hand was a note of paper, folded to fit inside her fist. It was noisy as the box ascended towards the surface, the crates shifted making quite the racket.

Two metal doors began to open as the box reached the surface, sunlight filled the dark space and danced along the girls' skin. Her eyes blinked repeatedly until they remained open, she squinted until her eyes finally adjusted to the new light. The box came to a stop with a shudder, the crates shifted and a small animal squealed from inside one of the cages.

The girl sat up, her dark, black eyes shifted quickly from one side of her to the other. Murmurs erupted around her and her head shook from side to side as she tried to figure out where the noise was coming from, shadows came from all around her, limiting her line of sight. A tall boy jumped down into the box, it shook and rattled with the new extra weight. Her eyes shone the brightest shade of purple and the murmurs grew louder.
"It's another girl." The boy said, his voice thick with a British accent.
"What's in her hand?" Another boy said.

She looked down at her hand and felt a piece of paper inside her palm. She looked up at the boy and he reached out his hand, she passed him the note and examined it for a moment. His face dropped.
"'She's the last one ever.' What the hell does that mean?" The boy said.

Her eyes faded back to black, she stared up at the boy in horror. Her breathing quickened and she stood up, the boy looked down at her in confusion.
"Why.. ?" She asked.
"You are in the-" he began.
"The glade." She said quietly
The boy turned his head and stared at the others, they all shared looks at each other.
"How...?" He said.
"I.."

A girl peered her head through the crowd of boys, her hair was brown and flowed straight down to her rib cage.
The boy shook his head and exhaled deeply.
"Newt," Someone said, her eyes shifted to him, "Alby isn't looking so great."
Her eyes shifted back to the boy in the box. "Infected." She whispered.
The boy looked at her and raised his eyebrow slightly. "Come with me." He said.
"But Newt.." Someone said.
"Move out of the way." The boy said.

The boy jumped out of the box and the girl followed after, he began to walk away and the girl followed shortly after, he walked quickly, without looking back.
"Do you know your name?" He asked.
"Harper." She said shyly.
"Harper. Well I'm Newt. What do you remeber?"
"I.. everything."
"Everything? As in, before you woke up?"
"Well, yeah."
"How?"
"I.. I will tell you later, it is more of a sit-down convorsation."

Neither of them said another word until they made it to a wooden hut, Newt opened the door and Harper followed in after him, she walked further into the room and saw a male lying on a bed. He had no shirt which revealed a deep wound, as if he had been shot, only, not fatally, black root-like streams ran all over his stomach and chest. He groaned and mumbled things in his sleep as his hands twitched.
"He was.. stung?" Harper asked.
"How do you know anything about this place?"
"That is irrelevant at the moment, I promise. But I think I can help."
"How could you help?"
"I.."

She gave him a sorrowful look and Newt nodded, Harper walked over to the man lying in the bed and she stroked her fingertips along the black lines and as she moved her fingers, the lines disappeared, it was as if her fingers were sucking the poison out through them. She did this several times until all of the roots were gone but the wound still remained. Newt was amazed, his eyes were wide and his mouth fell open. Harper pressed her palm to the wound and she felt the wound healing under her skin, the man's flesh rejoined under the palm of her hand and the poison was evaporating into nothingness. She lifted her hand and all that remained was a white scar. She chuckled lightly and turned to face Newt.
"I can heal the wound but do nothing about the scar that it was bound to leave." She said.
"How in the..."
"He should be better now. However I cannot gaurentee that the scar will heal."
"I'm not worried about the bloody scar," he laughed, "What did you just do?"
"I.. healed him."
"Yes, I saw that but how?"
"I.."
"Maybe we should tell everyone."

Harper inhaled deeply and Newt nodded. He walked out of the hut and Harper followed. They went over to a pit that had been dug into the ground, ash remained in there from previous use. Newt rang a bell and everyone began to crowd around. Newt stood at the front whereas Harper sat down on the ground about two feet behind him, everyone stood impatiently waiting for Newt to speak as he had interrupted their activities.
"Alby has been healed, he is completely better now." Newt said.
"How?" A sandy haired boy said.
"Harper.. healed him"
"'Healed him?' Is this some sort of joke?"
"No, I am serious."
"She just healed him? Just like that?" A brown haired boy said.
"Look, I am as confused as you are so it would probably be best for Harper to tell you."
Everybody looked at Harper and she lowered her head, with a deep breath she stood up and took Newts' place.
"I.. uh.. have certain.. powers which is why I was sent here, which is why I have memories that none of you do. I was contained at a lab, a lab that organized 'the maze trials'. I don't remeber when or why they sent me here but I can remeber everything else."
A brown haired girl sighed loudly and rolled her eyes.
"This is a joke." The sandy haired boy said.
"I.. I can prove it."
"Go on then, show us."

Harper took another deep breath and a swirl of wind passed by them, leaves picked up in the draft. Harper disappeared, all of the boys' mouths dropped. A cough came from behind them and Harper was there, she had moved from one place to another in less than a second. Everyone turned around simultaneously to see the girl who was stood behind them. Another flow of wind picked up and, once again, Harper was gone. All of the boys swirled their heads around until they saw her again, stood in the same place she was before. A slight smile grew on her lips as the boys collected themselves.
"What.. what the hell?" Someone asked.
"What in the shucks was that?"
"Bloody hell."
"Thomas, come over here." Newt said.

A brown haired boy walked forwards, the boy had a cut along his arm, Harper eyed it knowingly, she knew what Newt was implying.
"Pass me your arm." She said.

Thomas reluctantly lifted his arm, Harper wrapped her hand around his arm, she could feel the skin closing over under her own, Thomas' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Harper lifted her hand revealing a small white scar in place of where the cut once was.
"I am afraid, I have no effect on scars, only wounds." She said.
"What the.." Thomas said in disbelief.
"Bigger wounds are more difficult, as are broken bones."
"Can you do anything more?" Newt asked.
"Plenty. Some of which is more strenuous to explain."
"Like?" The sandy haired boy asked.
"Well.. uh.."

Harper lifted both her hands and dozens of small rocks lifted from the ground, she swirled them around and around in the air until she let them fall, a grin lit up her face and her eyes sparkled yellow.
"What's with the eyes then?" Someone asked.
"I.. uh.." Harper looked back at Newt for reassurance and he gave her a slight smile, "Well, as you can see, currently my eyes are black, which is the main colour they usually are, they change according to my mood, purple for fear, yellow for happiness, red for anger. I do not recommend being near when my eyes are red."
"Why?"
"It is only circumstantial, I do not really know what the full extent to my.. power, which I assume is why I was sent here."
"Sent?" Thomas asked.
"I.."

Harper looked back at Newt and he saw her eyes shine purple. He gave her a slight smile.
"I think it is time to show our latest greenie the tour." He said. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.