Bewitching

Chapter 2

Disclaimer- all of these brilliant characters are the amazing works of our frenemy James Dashner. I could never have the amount of intelligence it takes to make up characters like Minho, Newt ;) ect. I only claim to own Elizabeth.

A/N ~ Hey! Thank you all for reading my story. I will not be one of those authors who just doesn't write for like a year. The only times i'll never not write is either piles upon piles of homework or camp! I will also be starting to name the chapters! Please read, comment and vote! I also wanted to let you know I will not go through the tour with Lizzy and Alby and my description will be brief because i am assuming you have all either read the book or watched the movie. If you haven't read all of the books I suggest you read them, I will be going beyond the first book. Read on!

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I followed Alby toward a rickety looking wooden building. I had just finished the tour. The Glade is separated into four sections. Gardens, Homestead, Bloodhouse an Deadheads. They have three rules here:

1. Everyone does their part. NO slackers.

2. Never hurt another Glader. We need to be able to trust each other.

3. Never go outside the glade, unless you are a runner.

I was very interested in the last one. What really was outside the glade? How can I be a runner. I have very strong leg muscles and i seemed very fit. I was running toward the homestead with Alby right now and i loved it. We reached the door to the homestead. Alby swung the door open for me but I stopped.

He turned to face me. "What now Greenie?"

I pointed through the door. "How do I know you aren't going to murder me in there?" He rolled his eyes. "Come on you shank." He reached out to grab my arm but I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest. "No way."

He sighs. "Fine. If I wanted you dead I would've hung you from a tree in the Deadheads or brought you for a little 'tour' in the Bloodhouse and you would've made friends with Winston's biggest knife."

Ummmmmmmmmmm. OK then. I would only go with one condition.

"Can you take me to see that blonde Brit i beat earlier?" Alby gave me one of those are-you-crazy looks. "I want to say i'm sorry for punching him in the face." I shrugged.

Alby sighed. "Brit? Never mind I don't even want to know. Fine." "Great!" I let out a small smile and stepped in.

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I sat in the middle of a ring of boys. I was sitting in a small wooden room with a half-ring of chairs occupied by boys except one. It was on Alby's right. Second-in-Command's spot. Why did I have to lose my temper on the British one?

I was nervous. I had heard rumors I had 'come up' a week early. My fate hadn't sounded so good.

"ORDER!" Alby slammed his hand onto his chair. The room went silent. "You all know why I have called you here. We have a girl." More mutters whipped through the room like wind. Alby held his hand for silence.

"The question is what do we do with her now." I firmly decided to keep my vow to silence. "Throw her off the cliff!" I heard Gally's voice call. I whipped my head around and shot daggers at him. If looks could kill... well, lets just say Gally would have died. Five times over.

Alby glared at him briefly. "I vote we treat her as a normal glader." I stare. Minho stood. "I think its just a girl. The creators are wierd. Remember that time they sent us marshmallows. What did they want us to do with them?" Oh my shuck. Wait, shuck? I shot up from my chair. "You didn't know how to use marshmallows?!" I slapped my hand over my mouth. Every eye in the room was on me. "Ummmmm, no?" I saw Clint with a confused expression on his face. I groaned. "CAMPFIRE!" I half screamed. They winced.

"Ummmm, moving on." Alby cleared his throat. I sat back down with a huff. "I don't agree with that shank." He gestured toward Minho. Uh oh. "I suggest we either throw her in the slammer or keep her under strict watch for a night or two until the other gladers get used to the idea that the girl is not to be touched." It's Elizabeth. Oh you meant to say that? Yeah right shank. Yeah, apology accepted. Why must I have these conversations with myself?

Vote ended up in favor of house arrest. Gally looked pissed.

I watched as everybody left the room but Alby, Gally and Minho. "Ok Greenie, we-" "Wait." I held up a hand to cut Alby off. "I was promised a V.I.P visit to Mr. Newton's room."

Alby looked at me confused. "V.I.P? Mr. Newton?"

"Ya know, Mr. Newton.... Newt?" They looked even more confused. "Where did you hear that?"

It was my turn to be confused. "I don't know." I shrugged. "It seems natural."

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I stumbled halfway up the steps. Geez, do they think it's natural to have holes in their steps? Because it's not.

Ably and Minho led me down a hallway. I kept expecting to stop at every door but we kept walking until the second to last one.

Minho knocked. "A muffled greeting sounded from in the room so we stepped in.

A brown haired boy was leaned over a bed in the other side of the room.

He turned around and jumped a little. "Alby, Gally and Minho!" He scolded. "You cannot just sneak up on me like that!"

Minho chuckled, and opened his mouth, probably to make some sarcastic comment, but Alby was all business.

"Clint, we brought the Greenie-"

"Elizabeth." I corrected him.

He glared. "Elizabeth to apologize to Newt." He suddenly seemed to notice me. "So you are the infamous girl I kept hearing about, the one that beat the klunk out of poor Newt here."

"I was bloody caught off guard!" A voice exclaimed from behind Clint. Clint then stepped away and my breath caught in my throat for a second. Newt had a cut lip and black eye. Oops. He looks good anyway though. WHAT did I just think?

Minho laughed. "You are officially the first slinthead here to get beat up by the shuck g-" He glanced at me. "Shucking Elizabeth." He corrected himself. I nodded.

I crossed the room in three long strides. I stuck out my right hand. "Names Elizabeth." He took it.

"Names Newt, Greenie."