Mystified

Chapter 2

○●○Ivy POV○●○

Today was quite an eventful day. Thomas, the one who supposed to be the newbie isn't a newbie anymore, and a girl just came to the glade, which is good, now I have a friend. And again, after the doors close, Alby made him a runner, Maisie also, Alby sent Maisie as my roommate, and last but not least, Thomas threw a campfire party.

"What the hell is he doing?" I ask to Maisie. We were behind the boys, not quite enjoying this 'party'. "I think he's challenging Gally into...a wrestling match?" She replied. Looks like it.

Those klunks were pushing each others butt off the circle. "So, you're the second person who arrived in this place?" She ask. I nod. "What is it like, being one of the first? How do you survive? And what's your relationship with Minho?" She ask, words kept coming from her mouth.

"Wow, slow down, kid. It was well, kinda confusing and Alby and I made quite a team and lastly, Minho and I are just friends, like brother and sister," almost telling truth. She's a curious girl.

I think I have this weird crush on Minho, but I don't know, we only see each other like siblings. I don't know if he even felt the same way. "Earth to Ivy! Hello! Why are you blushing?" She ask. Shuck. "Uh-uh...I was just-" "Shush! He's coming!" She whispered.

And then I felt a hand hugging me from behind. "Shuck! Minho, let me go!" I yelled. "Never in a million years," he said. I was still giggling in his arms until Maisie 'cough'. "Hello, Maisie. Newt's looking for you. He's with Thomas, near the Deadheads," Minho said.

"Kay...now imma leave you two so...keep it PG, guys!" She said before sprinting to the deadheads.

○●○Maisie POV○●○

After leaving the love birds, I sprinted my way to the deadheads. Earlier, Newt gave me a tour and explanation about how things work in the glade.

There's the Deadheads, Gardens, Bloodhouse, Map Room, Homestead, Slammer, Kitchen and The Box. We are all divided by how we work well at. There's Slicers, Builders, Med-Jacks, Runners, Bricknicks, Sloppers, Baggers, Cooks and Track-hoes. I stumbled on a log.

"Ouch!". "Wow, slow down, Mais!" Thomas said. Newt and Thomas were sitting on a log, watching the deadheads. Newt's holding a mysterious liquid.

"What's that?" I point at the drink. Newt told me to sit beside him. He put his hand on my shoulder. "This, my friend, is Gally's secret recipe drink. Works well when you're tired," he told. Thomas look at me, mouthing 'don't drink'. "Umm, ok, Minho told me you were looking for me?" I said. He sighed.

"So, we all know that both of you are newbies. We were bloody shock but, Alby told me to tell you this. There's only few rules in this place, first, everyone does their part, no slackers. Second, never hurt another glader. Third, never go outside the glade, unless you're a runner," he said looking back and forth at my and Thomas's eyes.

"So, obviously, the last one doesn't work on us cause we're already runners," Thomas said. Newt nodded. "What's so dangerous about the maze. Yeah, I know there's grievers but some of you have weapons. Why not fight back?" I ask.

Newt look at me in the eye, pointing at door near the deadheads. "Every morning, when those doors are open, they runners looked for a way out. No one ever survive a night in there. Except for both of you," he said sternly.

"You saw what they did to Ben. There are a lot more worst before him," he told. "Ever tried climbing the wall?" Thomas ask.

Newt's body stiffened. "Y-yeah....we did. It doesn't work," he whispered. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Bloody bad memories..." He replied. "You were the one who climbed the walls aren't you?" Thomas ask.

Newt stayed silent. "Thomas, he said it's a bad memory. Can you just there," I said. Thomas just nod. "So, since this is a party, why don't we all have a drink!" Thomas yelled, yanking the drink of Newt's hand.

He took a sip and his face turns red. "Oh god, take it! I had enough! " he yelled. We all just laugh.

○●○Artemis POV○●○

I woke up in dark small room. Wait, no, a box. There are lots of boxes. A name painted on the side, WICKED. That sounds familiar.

Wait, what's my name. Oh god, where am I. Who am I. "HELP!!" I yelled. It was useless. I was banging at the ground when the box started to move.

It move up, like an elevator. But then it stopped. It moved to the side. The  another box moved in front of mine, moving up. Mine just stayed stuck.