To Run with the Grievers (Rewriting)

Chapter 2- Ben's Banishing

A/N: I'm actually quite positive that these sequences are mixed around so do not fear! I actually want them this way haha.

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It has been a week since my encounter with Newt, Minho and Thomas. Seven long and boring days of wandering the maze.

The monsters don't harm me at all. In fact, last night I was cuddled up to one in a dead end of the corridors.

Yes I know. It's a Maze. I actually figured that out the day after my chase.

Nothing unusual has happened in the Maze. Minho was back to look for me every day this week. It's actually kind of scary. I have kept my distance. I'm either on the opposite side of the wall or hiding up the top of the thick vines.

Right now I am watching Thomas and a small boy with curly brown hair around the age of thirteen chat under a tree.

(A/N: CHUCK!)

No. I am not a stalker. That would be weird. Really weird. God...

I am watching them from in the Deadheads in a thick tree. I plan on heading back in the Maze before the doors close.

These boys are just so interesting. Then way each person has their own job and role in the place they call the Glade.

Some managing the crops, others healing the wounded.

I have learnt their leader is a dark-skinned boy named Alby with Newt as second-in command.

Their cook goes by the name of Frypan and their er- healers? By the names of Jeff and Clint.

As I sat on the branch of the tree inn the small forest, I could help but breathe in the strong smell of earth, pine and the faint smell of manure.

Everything seemed so peaceful. There was no smiles. Just concentrated face. It made me want to go up to them and slap them while saying "Be interesting and have some bloody fun!"

Threatening, I know. Sarcasm detected.

I'm not a very mean person unless I am angry. Really angry.

I swear I'm Satin...

I watch as the small kid blabs away about another one of his 'famous' stories. He seems to tell a lot.

I heard Minho and Newt talking about his long stories earlier today. Saying how annoying the kid can be but they never spoke his name. I listened to them until they started talking about me.

Don't get me wrong. I love people talking about me it's just that it seemed creepy listening to gossip about yourself. Does that make sense?

Thomas is now smiling and ruffing up the kids hair.

At least someone is smiling.

I feel sorry for the kid. He is so young and yet has to endure the pain of being keep with around 50 other boys in a small field surrounded by a Maze. Not to mention the lack of memories. That shucking sucks.

I climb down from the tree I lay on and work my way closer so I can catch their conversation. Slowly and quietly I climb the tree only a few meters from their resting place until I reach a branch mostly hidden by the leaves.

"-what did she look like?" The small boy asks. Curiosity fills his young voice.

"She has long wavy blonde hair that goes to her mid-back. Her eyes, multi-coloured, one blue the other green. her skin is pretty pale and she looks around 16" Tomas nods as he finishes his description.

He is describing me.

Somehow I feel the urge to listen to what else he has to say about me. Good or Bad. I want to know now. I'm not sure why I didn't want to here the other boys talking about me. I guess it's because they both new about me and they weren't telling someone different.

"Sounds cool" The kid nods too.

"Her name was Adelaide" he smiles and I mirror it.

I like the way my name rolls off his tongue. It sounds nice. It sounds like it's almost natural even though he has never met me before.

But he has. What am I talking about? I said his name in my mind without realising what I was going to say. I just happened.

I think about it everyday.

Why I said his name.

Could it truly be him or is there someone else that goes by the name of 'Thomas'?

I sign under my breath. It's all so confusing.

"That's a pretty name" the boy giggles like a school girl which makes me silently chuckle.

Poor kid. I bet he misses his family.

"It is isn't it... Why don't the others believe us?" Thomas questions the boy.

The kid simply shrugs before answering. "Dunno, guess they doubt the existence of a girl in an all boy Maze" he giggles again which makes both me and Thomas laugh, but my quiet laughter is barely audible because of Thomas and a loud stomping of approaching pair of footsteps.

"Guys" Newt pants as he comes to a stop in front of the two boys. "We are getting ready for Ben's banishment.

Banishment? What the klunk is the boy talking about?

But the evidence of Thomas' facial expression, I am not the only one that is clueless about this words meaning around the glade.

The small boys nods before getting up and half-dragging Thomas behind him leaving Newt to catch his breath.

I watch the Blonde British closely.

His dirty blonde hair is messy and sweat is tangled through it. His dark brown eyes looking upwards at nothing in-particular. His body supports a white tank top and dark brown cargo shorts topped off with grey combat boots making his muscles seem smaller fro. The baggy clothing.

He is truly a beautiful human being.

In one swift movement he spins in his heel and races across the Glade after the two boys.

I think I have to see this banishment.

I jump from the tree after making sure the coast is clear before sprint through the forest until I am as close as possible to the entrance everyone is gathered at without being spotted and watch the scene before me.

Ably is talking to a boy with red hair on the floor who has tears running down his face. He looks horrible.

Then a glint appears in the corner of my eye and I see a metal beetle-like form scurry across the floor of the forest.

The hell was that.

When I turn back the boy in years which I am assuming is Ben has a leather collar around his neck and is being forced into the Maze.

So this is what banish is.

Ben is thrashing around as he is forced to move towards the entrance, pleading with any boy around him to help him and let him go.

No one moves.

Everyone stares at Ben in pity except Alby.

He keeps a hard cold stare on the crying boys form as his body is being pushed.

The grinding noise sounds and the walls start to close but I don't move.

One night here can't hurt right?

With one final push, Ben is completely in the Maze and the heavy doors shut with a 'boom' that echoes around the Glade.

No one moves.

I don't blame them.

That shiz was pretty hard to watch.

Soon enough Gladers start to dispatch from the crowd until only Thomas and the small boy are left.

The boy, starring at Thomas as if his eyes are as,ing if he is ok. Thomas, not removing his eyes from the now closed doors.

Has he not ever seen that before?

I sigh as Thomas and the boy walk back to the rest of the Gladers as if in a daze and I climb a tree, resting the highest and most hidden branch before falling alseep.

(A/N: Sorry this is so short guys! Hope you like it though!)