Kept Quiet / The Maze Runner / Minho

Chapter 3: The Mute Glader

Song: Fight Song Rachel Platten

Helen's POV

I let out a groan of protest as I felt myself waking up. I felt a headache coming from the back of my brain and it annoyed the hell out of me especially since I haven't been able to move my limbs or make a noise until a couple of seconds ago.

"Jack! She's waking up! Get over here!"

I opened my eyes to see the Asian guy sitting in the same spot I saw someone else sitting when I tried to escape. Wait. I think I just tried to escape the people who were helping me. That was going to be an awkward conversation later.

I moved my head a little to the left so I could see who was coming through the doorway. I remembered from the past events that I had a knife and a little slip of paper in my pants.

I hadn't had time to see what kind of shirt I had because it was either dark out or I was too busy falling to my death. I looked down and saw it was a light green tank top.

Ok first of all, I hated tank tops because I felt so exposed and most of the time cold. Seconds later, Jack, came in with a couple other people to check what Minho's yelling was about. With all of the emotions I was feeling one or two of them was taking over my actions. One of them was complete confusion and the other was panic.

I opened my mouth to ask where I was and who they were but I stopped myself before I even tried. I was completely panicking now.

Some more people came to see what was happening, Jack, I guessed shouted for other people to come. More and more people packed in the shack and they were all staring at me wondering what I'd do.

Lets see, I was in a small area having no memory, a bunch of guys were staring at me like I was a pile of gold, and I couldn't communicate with them. What to do except lay on a bed and watch with wide eyes.

Wait, I have a weapon I could use! In a state of panic I pushed off of the bed, startling everyone, and put my hand behind my back feeling the leather cover of the knife. I put my guard stance on and sent them daggers from my eyes.

I frowned a little once I realized that I barely knew what I looked like. My moment of sadness vanished when a blonde-haired person with a limp came forward and said, "it's Ok Greenie. You came from the box a few days ago and hurt yourself. We aren't trying to hurt you we just want to bloody help you." I realized that he had an accent on him that sounded British.

I eyed him wearily after firming my grip on the weapon since that was all I could do for the moment. "I'm Newt and that is our leader, Alby." The known person as Newt pointed to the left to a dark skinned guy with a hard look on his face. I nodded a little in understanding.

Newt, the only one seeming to talk, questioned, "what's behind your back? Is it a weapon?"

At that I snarled a little because it was my only protection. In the dream it seemed like one of my weapons was my voice. My voice is gone. Remember that but don't let them know.

Newt seemed oddly content at my answer and nodded. I found that out sooner than I thought. The Asian from earlier, Minho, had snuck up on me after they realized that I had a weapon. I was so caught off guard that I squeaked but it just looked like I was a fish opening and shutting my mouth. I was pissed that Minho took my defense so I pushed him away. Sadly, that didn't help because he was stronger than me. He must have abs and awesome biceps. No, stop it! Stop being hormonal and do something! You know you'll check him out sometime. My internal arguments always seemed like one is angry and strong-willed while the other is reasonable and caring. Its like ying and yang. Constant bickering but somehow they come to a decision that usually goes right.