The Maze Runner: Rewritten

Training

Rio fidgeted in her hammock. Today was the first day of her training, and she couldn't sleep a minute. She sighed and quietly creeped out of the hammock area. She pulled her Memorial Stone out of her pocket and turned it over in her hands. Who would it go to if she died? She would have to find out. Someone creeped up behind her, and she whipped around. Maybell. Sonya had introduced her yesterday. She had heard that the Seer of the hoppers was tough and tolerated no nonsense. "I see you're up early, stick." She said.
"Yeah. So what?" Rio replies hotly. Maybell laughed.
"Got spunk, eh kiddo? Don't worry. We'll turn that into something useful." Rio was slightly confused, but she didn't say anything. "If we're both up early, might as well do some training. C'mere. Oh, and get your daggers." Rio sprinted into the hammock area, grabbed her daggers, and caught up to Maybell who was walking towards the farmhouse. When they reached the farmhouse, Maybell stepped inside and motioned for Rio to go ahead of her. Rio obliged, and Maybell punched her on the back. "What in daylight's name was that for?" She said, turning around. Maybell smirked.
"First lesson, newbie. Never turn your back."

Rio and Maybell were panting. Strike after strike, dodge after dodge. By now, the sun had come up and people were starting to fill the field. "You know what we call girls here?" Maybell asked throwing a punch that Rio dodged.
"No. What?"
"Fielders. Creative name, ain't it?" Rio laughed, but it sounded more like a choke. Out of breath, she rested her hands on her knees but quickly sprang up as Maybell dashed around her and kicked her in the back of the knees. Rio stumbled, and Maybell put on her serious face. "Never rest. Never turn your back. Never. Get. Distracted." She said.
"I'm dying over here!" Rio stated, slightly annoyed. They had been sparring for over an hour, and she could feel the bruises that were already starting to form. She hadn't even managed to hit Maybell yet. "That's the thing, First-Timer. You can't show how tired, how sore you are. It's a weakness. Build up some armor."
"How am I supposed to do that?" Rio spat.
"The first step is to not make friends. Us hoppers get close to the other Fielders. We know how to work every job, know everyone. But they die. We're left with shells of hoppers who don't know who they are or what they're doin'. Makes for... incidents." Rio didn't push her.
"Can you at least show me how to throw a right proper punch?" She asked. Maybell nodded, and demonstrated a few different techniques. They continued sparring for another half hour.

They got a call for breakfast. Maybell swing her arm over Rio's shoulder and walked her towards where Bea and Rosa were serving food. Bacon. "How do they even do that?" Rio asked Maybell.
"Do what?"
"Cook. How did you guys learn to do anything?"
"Practice. No one knew a rush thing when we came. About thirty-forty of us just appeared in the Field. We needed to learn how to survive. The other sticks come up once a month." Rio nodded.
"Why doesn't Bea talk?"
"She can. Just doesn't like to, not after her friend died." When Maybell didn't elaborate, Rio stayed silent. They were handed played of food, and sat down to eat.

They were back at it again, sparring some more. Maybell has told Rio that they didn't have anything to do that day, so they 'might as well get some training'. Maybell had incorporated knives into their spar, but she had assured Rio that no one would be seriously hurt. By this time, four hours into training, Rio had managed to hit Maybell about nine times. They kept practicing until the sun went down.