One Strange Maze

One

The Arrival: Thomas's POV
I awoke to screams of fear, Grievers, and confusion. Rolling out of bed, I ran towards the noise by the doors. As I get closer, I saw a mix of Gladers, three new guys, and a girl, who wasn't Teresa. They were all running to the Homestead, with a Griever behind them.

I stopped in my tracks, turned and sprinted towards the Homestead. I circle the group, so I was behind them making sure no one got held back. The biggest new kid kept whining as he ran, saying it smelt funny. The rest of the newcomers started slowing down, and before I knew it they were circling the Griever. The girl wad taunting it sort of, the black kid with a beard and and Afro was throwing something that looked like tin cans at it, and the skinny boy with black hair was holding his weapon, dodging the claws and tail, getting a few jabs at it with his...Was that a sword?

Everyone stopped and watched with amazement. The kid with the sword cut off a leg, and the girl stabbed it in the eye with her dagger. The Griever screamed and fell to the ground. It twitched a couple times before laying still. The kids that killed it turned to us. "What part of the Labyrinth is this?" The kid with the sword asked the girl. She shook her head, inspecting each of us with intensely gray eyes, "I have no idea."

"Welcome to the Glade," Alby said, coming up behind me, "I have no idea who you are, but you just killed a Griever so I'm gonna assume you're good guys." They nodded, "Well you don't smell like monsters so we're gonna assume you aren't gonna eat us," The kid with the sword said.
"Percy!" the blond girl scolded, "They don't know that stuff."
"Annabeth, look at them, they're not normal teenagers," they boy-Percy- said, motioning towards us.

There was slight movement behind them. "Watch out!" I yelled, right as the Griever plunged it's stinger into the Percy kid. His eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed. "Percy!" the big guy yelled. The girl screamed bit immediately pulled out her dagger and sliced the Griever's head, revealing wires. The med-jacks had already carried Percy to the Homestead.

The girl looked around, "Where is he?"
"This way," I told her nodding towards the Homestead. The newcomers all started sprinting towards the Homestead, with me right on their heels. When I got inside, Newt was holding the girl back while the med-jacks injected the antidote in Percy.
"You have to let me through," the girl said calmly.
Newt shook his head, "Let the med-jacks help him."
"Just let me through I can help him." Newt shook his head again. "Fine," she replied before kneeing him where the sun don't shine.

Newt groaned and crumpled to the floor. I stifled a laugh as the girl ran in to the room. She pushed the med-jacks aside, much to their protest, and started shoving a food down Percy's throat. "Come on," she whispered, shaking him slightly. She turned to me, "Bring me some water." I nodded in acknowledgement and grabbed a cup from a table near by.

"Here," I said, handing it to the girl. She grabbed the cup and lifted up Percy's shirt where he'd been stung. The cup tilted in her hand and the water poured over the sting. "I wouldn't do that," Jeff warned, "We've tried that be-" He stopped talking when he saw Percy's skin return to normal and the small hole sealed up.

"Why in the world?" I asked, staring at his skin where the mark used to be. Percy's eyelids shot up and he looked around at our shocked faces before they connected with the girl's. "I remember now." Confusion came across all of our faces. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was talking about, but I was cut off by the newbie alarm. "Aw shuck it," Minho cursed before running toward's the box.