Just before I start off the chapter I'd like to say that from here on out, a lot of the dialogue and all of the plot/story line belongs to James Dashner. I'm simply telling his story from the point of view of the character I like most. So yes, the parts not in The Maze Runner book, are all mine. Everything else belongs to James Dashner. I'm very sorry if I get something wrong but I try my best. Okay, enjoy!
The Box's sirens wailed, startling Chuck who was sitting across from Newt.
"Yes!" Chuck screamed as he ran toward the Box. Newt picked himself up and ran as fast as he could with his limp after Chuck. As a Keeper, he couldn't miss the arrival of a new Greenie. He finally got there and stood behind Alby and Gally. The doors of the Box began opening, revealing a shaky Greenie inside. All of the Gladers started murmuring at once while Alby let down the rope. Newt didn't say a word. Just studied him. The new kid stumbled around a bit, making a fool of himself tripping as he turned around in a circle staring at us all. Gally shouted an insult to the boy, before getting told off by Alby. The boy finally spoke up, asking where he was. Then it was Alby's turn to start explaining things. After some rude comments and Alby telling him to slim it, the Greenie just turned around and walked towards the tree. Newt shook his head slightly. Chuck looked at the Greenie wide eyed and happy, of course. He would no longer be the Greenie.
"The baton has been passed, eh Chuck?" Newt said, receiving a happy nod. "Yeah, well, lets just see if this Greenie doesn't klunk his pants." He says. Chuck glared at him but he couldn't contain his excitement, running to the tree. Newt followed, going to the front to get a good look at the boy again. The Greenie was still asking questions, Alby responding with what he imagined would be the most confusing answers for the poor kid.
"Wait for the bloody tour, Alby," Newt said, a slight smile on his face. Being able to greet the Greenie was a fun job to do. "Kid's gonna have a buggin' heart attack, nothin' even been heard yet." Newt extended his hand out to the new boy. "Name's Newt, Greenie, and we'd be all right cheery if ya'd forgive our klunk-for-brains new leader, here." He finished. Newt then realized that whole introduction was rubbish to the Greenie, but it didn't matter much. He'd have to learn sooner or later. The boy reached out and shook Newt's hand. Hoping he had made a good first impression for the boy, he let Alby pull him to sit next to him. The Greenie looked about sixteen. Brown hair, and a confused look plastered on his face. Not exactly ugly, but he knew that the other boys would tell him so to mess with him.
Alby looked at Newt. "Pipe it shuck-face, at least he can understand half my words." Alby says, receiving a few laughs. He tried to explain again, but the Greenie just exploded into anger with more questions. Newt knew how he must feel, but he couldn't take the shank seriously. Alby set him right, roughing him up. But the Greenie had no clue what was going on, so who could blame him for asking questions.
"Alby, lay off a bit. You're hurting more than helpin', ya know?" Newt says, grabbing onto Alby's shoulder to signal him to stop. Alby obeyed and let go of the boy.
"Ain't got time to be nice, Greenbean. Old life's over, new life's begun. Learn the rules quick, listen, don't talk. You get me?" Alby says. The kid breathed heavily and looked at Newt. Newt could tell he would now be looked to for guidance, so he decided to give him some. He nodded towards the Greenbean.
"Greenie, you get him, right?" He said, nodding again.
"Yeah." The boy said. Newt zoned out while Alby spoke some more. The boy looked angry, like all the gladers were at first. But he had a strong curiosity about him too. Most of them had just cried their buggin' eyes out the first couple of nights. Alby turned his attention back to him.
"Get him a bed, get him to sleep." Alby said.
"Good that," Newt replied, thinking of who to place the new Greenie with. Chuck would do nicely. The kid would be ecstatic to play grown-up-Glader. Alby said something else and then left, leaving Newt with the Greenie. He found himself watching him, his face looked so scared and confused.
"What did I do?" The boy whispered. "What did I do--why'd they send me here?"
Newt walked over and clapped the boy on the shoulder. "Greenie, what you're feelin', we've all felt it. We've all had First Day, come out of that dark box. Things are bad, they are, and they'll get much worse for ya soon, thats the truth. But down the road a piece, you'll be fightin' true and good. I can tell you're not a bloody sissy." Newt tells him, not quite sure if it'll make him better, but it was still something. The truth was reality. He would need to know the reality. The reality gave him his limp. Things were truly awful. But he'd know soon enough.
"Is this a prison?" The boy asked another question. Full of curiosity, this one.
"Done asked four questions, haven't ya? No good answers for ya, not yet, anyway. Best be quiet now, accept the change--morn comes tomorrow." He said. The new boy took another look around before looking back at him.
"Chuck'll be a good fit for ya," he told him. "Wee little fat shank, but nice sap when all's said and done. Stay here, I'll be back." Newt says, but is interrupted with what he knows to be a piercing scream from Ben. "Shuck it," he said. "Can't the bloody Med-jacks handle that boy for ten minutes without needin' my help?" He said, shaking his head. Newt lightly kicked Thomas on the foot, gaining his attention. "Find Chuckie, tell him he's in charge of your sleepin' arrangements." He said, and with that, he set off towards the Homestead.
Newt made his way upstairs and was greeted by Gally on the stairs. Gally stepped back and let him pass. Running up stairs was hard with a limp, but after a while it became manageable. Upon entering Ben's room, he saw Jeff, Clint, and Alby surrounding Ben on the bed. Ben looked awful, screams leaving his mouth one after another, his skin filled with green veins and disgusting blacks and blues along cuts. The Griever really did a number on the boy.
"Whats wrong? Couldn't handle him on your own for one bloody second, could ya?" Newt asked, joining them all.
"He just started flipping out. He was sleeping and then he just woke up and freaked." Jeff said over Ben's screams. Newt nodded.
"Just all grab a limb, hold him down." Alby said. They all obeyed, Newt getting his left leg, Alby getting the right, and the Med-jacks getting his arms and chest. Suddenly, Newt heard the door start to open and turned around to see the Greenie's face through the door. Sighing angrily and shaking his head, he looked at Alby. Alby got up and ran toward the boy, pushing him out of the room and closing the doors.
"Jeff, take his arms, Clint get his other leg!" Newt yelled. He could hear Alby yelling at the boy. The kid was probably looking for answers. But he shouldn't have came up here. Alby re-entered the room, shaking his head and going back to his former position at Ben's leg. After a while Ben calmed, but the screams continued. Newt left the room while Alby continued talking to the Med-jacks. He walked down the stairs until he reached Gally.
"Gally, why'd you let the new kid up here?" Newt asked angrily.
"Who? Lil' Tommy? I let him up to teach him a lesson. Thomas approached me first. If I didn't let him up there, he would've broken his shuck neck trying to get past me." Gally replied. Newt realized he had never bothered to learn the boys name. Thomas.
"I don't care if he threw you down the bloody stairs, trying to get up there. Never let him up again, you hear me?" Newt said. Gally threw up his arms as if surrendering.
"Fine. But you need to watch out for him." Gally said. Newt shook his head and continued down the stairs.
Once outside, he went ran towards the corner he always sat at near the Deadheads. It always made him feel better. Maybe like a bit of hope. But not false hope. Like he could do whatever he wanted. From a distance, he could see Tommy sulking around.
