Altered {Maze Runner}

The Newbie

A cold breeze swept my hair into my vision. Being stuck in a box for the last couple of hours hasn't allowed me to realize how long my hair was. I pulled it around studying the color. Blonde. The tips of my hair hit barley hit my waist. My eyes lingered to the boy with the bold accent. He gave me a weak smile then added, "Want a tour?" he guestured to what the boy had introduced as the name, "Glade".

I lifted my chin up and my eyes drifted around taking it all in. Giant concrete structures stretched over me and the boys. Trailed across the walls were thick layers of ivy giving it a firm coat. The walls formed a perfect square that we rested in. One each side of the square was a narrow opening, like a door. Through each door was what looked like a passage. Some continued on in the same direction, others forced turns and dead ends.

The rest of the Glade seemed catgorized into sections. In one corner of the square was a forest packed with trees and tall dry grass. Throughout the Glade were random houses and shacks. Most were constructed of wood and cloth knots. One of the framed designs was bigger than the others. Like a main building. In another corner sat a small farm with various food animals. Along the sides of the farm was assorted plants, mostly edible.

"So what's your name?" the boy with the sharp accent snatched me back into reality. His eyebrows furrowed as he admired me taking it all in.

"L-Logan..." I choked. Everything made me feel so intimidated and weak. The walls seemed to be collapsing upon me, I released a breath regaining its regular pace. I felt a pierce of anxiety boil in my chest.

"Well, Logan, I'm Newt. Second in command." he held out his hand that was coated in soil. I shook it reluctantly and grinned uneasily. "How about a t-"

"Newt! Newt!!!" a chubbier boy with rosy plastered cheeks came hobbling over our way. He only looked about 12, a sudden pain of sympathy hit me hard in the chest. Why was such a young boy dropped of in this- Glade with no memory of his past? He should be chasing boys and shooting baskets. When he managed to reach us he bent over catching his breath.

"What is it Chuck?" Newt's eyes seemed slightly concerned. A crease in his temple scrunched and his nose krinkled. Only now had I realized how cute he was. His hair was pushed around, but in a messy and attractive way. He was somewhat taller than most of the boys- assuminghe was about 2 feet taller than me. I considered his age when I concluded with about 17, unaware of my own age.

"Thomas..... --breath-- stung...." the boy ,Chuck, rasped inbetween breaths. Newt's eyes grew huge and he bolted in the direction of where Chuck pushed from but within seconds Newt tumbled into the grass. At first I was pondering what happened to him but then I was lunged by his side.

"Are you ok?!" I exclailmed heaving him up. He nodded and swept his dirty blonde hair away from his face.

"Just my shucking limp." he muttered and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I noticed the odd language he used, yet I locked my mouth shut. We wandered over to a group of boys scurried around in a circle, they were near one of the openings in the walls. There, a boy with shaggy brown hair started twisting around in the dirt sending dust flying. He moaned and twitched as a Asian boy picked him up grippping his abdomen. He dragged the boy towards the main building as a dark skinned boy helped.

"Who was that? What happened to him?" I questioned, hopefully this boy named Newt was ready for answering my questions.

"That's Thomas... and he's been stung by a Griever..." his voice faltered as we watched the limp body being yanked into the house.

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Newt steered me around giving me random lectures on various objects and jobs. He explained about the different jobs and the "Keepers" who were in charge of each job. He also informed me about the other girls. They usually huddled in the separate cabins from the boys. He commented that they did mostly laundry and cooking, which made my lips escape a sigh. Occasionally girls would sleep with the boys when one of them is a "thing".

"Just to keep in mind... who's a thing?" I giggled as we trudged through the small forest. The giggle gave me a spike of freedom, I hadn't even managed a smile since I arrived. I'd actually been just anxious with boys being drunk by a- Griever?

"Well..." he contemplated for a moment then continued, "Alby, the one you mentioned earlier who was helping Minho drag Thomas away is currently with a girl by the name of Anna. Winston ,our cook, is with Amelia. Lastly, Katherine ,known as Kay, is with Gally. Finally there's Emily..." he just stared ahead biting his lip.

I let out a snicker, "And? Is she your girlfirend?"

"Shuck no! She's what you may call the 'Barbie' girl... she's with everyone all the time." he let out a chuckle. I was begining to like this boy. He was very honest and didn't mind stating his true opinion. I wish other people around here would just admit to me what was actually going on. Newt seemed pretty open, but he hadn't mentioned what was truly going on with this place. Why we here. Who put us here. Why can't I remember anything. That's really what my heart ached for.

"Whatever... Slinthead?" I tried to include my new vocabulary I was supposed to learn. He just shook his head and shuffled with me through the woods.

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