Fire Starter [NewtxOC]

One: Group A

I ran. I had to keep running. The Grievers were hot on my trail as I ran. I swore under my breath as the sun got a little too low. I heard laughing and cheering on the other side of the huge wall. Almost there. A section of the maze began to rise up. I used the last of what I had in me to grasp onto the top of the wall, and haul myself over. I landed hard on my left shoulder, rolling a few meters before I forced myself up and kept running to the voices. I could not be done for now. Shit. The doors had just begun to close. I held my shoulder roughly as I ran, praying that I would be able to get through before I was crushed.

Everything went black.

"Something just came from the maze!" A voice yelled out. I took a moment to look back at the closed gates.

"I made it," I said breathing heavily.

"It's not a griever," a voice said simply. I turned back around, a hunk of wood with a knife attached at the end to my throat.

"Nice way to greet someone," I huffed, the pain radiating through my shoulder worsening. The group began to whisper, something about me being a girl. The staff was pushed out of the way by a large, burly, black boy who looked around the age of seventeen.

"Let's all calm down for a moment," he roared, shutting the group up. He looked me over slowly, "Minho, Newt – meet me in the Gathering hut, now." The boy reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me through the crowd and across the Glade to a structure made out of large pieces of wood. He threw the door open, pulling me inside before himself so he could close the door. "Name's Alby. What's yours?"

I stood there, blinking at his change in demeanor as I still searched for my breathe. "Lyra. I'm guessing you've been here the longest."

He did not seem surprised. "I was the second one in the Glade." I bit my lip and nodded. I could not imagine being the first and only one stuck in one of these things. Rein had told me that that experience had given her long lasting nightmares. Jackie had been the first, and she had been the second. They had started everything from the ground up. "What about you?"

"I was the thirteenth in my maze," I breathed. "The leader."

The door opened, a muscular Asian boy in blue, and a thin blonde boy in an off-white hoodie walked in – closing the door behind himself. "Minho, Newt, meet Lyra." Alby pointed to them in the order they had entered. The two just smiled courtly before letting it drop. Newt moved to light a lantern in the middle of the room.

"Where did you come from," Minho asked perplexed, walking within inches of me and pointed outside.

"Minho's the keeper of the runners. He runs the maze every day." Alby explained. I lit up.

"I came from eight," I said quickly. The room went quiet for a moment. "Have you been that far yet?"

"Yes."

"Have you mapped out the maze?" He nodded.

"There's nothing past eight," Newt interjected.

"My maze is." I said simply.

"There's others?" Newt exhaled.

The boys went quiet before Alby spoke up, "what brought you here?"

"Something changed in our maze last night. The doors never closed. The grievers attacked and we all ran. I was the last one who made it out. The doors leading to all the sections had opened together. But there was a new section, one that had never opened before. I fell down this open chute, but the Grievers never followed me. When I found a way out of those tunnels, I was in your maze." I explained, my eyes never leaving the dancing flame.