Altered {Maze Runner}

Training

Logan's POV

A nudge startled me from my sleep. I fluttered my eyes open reluctantly to find Minho's dark eyes staring into my eyes. "Ready to find your job?" was all he mentioned and yanked me from the grass.

The night before when Newt dropped me off I didn't bother sleeping with the other girls, I wasn't like other girls. I fit more with the boys. Minho had told me that today I was testing to see if I could pass as a Runner like him.

When I had plopped down in the grass last night Minho was heaving wood around for a campfire. He saw me huddled against a tree and threw his logs to the side. He scrambled next to be giving a weak grin. He seemed sweet, but he looked at me uneasily. "Why you out here? The cabins over there..." he waved his hand towards the cabin.

"Eh, I'm not the social type..." I tried to explain but his facial expression didn't seem convinced. "So you're the 'Keeper of the Runners' right?" I weaved to another subject before he could produce any more sympathy for me.

"Yep. I think tomorrow we'll test you for Runners. I'm assuming Newt mentioned that?"

"Yep....." my voice faded and my gaze lingered to my fingers. "I know this may seem crazy, but what do I look like?" I didn't bring my face up to get a glimpse of his reaction I just twiddled my fingers awkwardly.

"Blonde long hair to your waist, ocean blue eyes, about 5'7, and I'd say you're about 120 lbs..." I could feel his smirk form against his lips.

"You're a real stalker you know?" I snickered and punched him lightly on the shoulder. Making friends already. He seemed pretty friendly. I let my eyes wander to look up at him. He had spiked black hair and deep brown eyes. His jawline was outlined well, not just cause he's Asian. Only now did I realize how long I was staring at him.

I twisted my head flustered when Minho met my gaze. "I should go..." he murmured and wandered away.

Now Minho was yanking me towards a group of boys. Most of them ran off into the open doors between the maze walls. Leaving Minho, Chuck, Newt, and I alone to chat.

"Hey Logan." Chuck's sweet voice came from his rosy cheeks and I beamed.

"Hey Chuck." I scuffed his hair and turned to the other boys.

"Logan. Today you'll follow Minho around and he'll show you the ins and outs of being a Runner. Just cause you may want to be a Runner doesn't mean that'll be your job. Minho will be taking notes on your progress." Newt recalled and handed Minho a small red plastered notebook.

"Got it." I responded.

"How's Thomas?" Minho didn't move his head from the ground. He was concentrated on the notebook in his tattered hands. Newt's eyes shown in sympathy and he stood in quiet agony for a moment.

"He's fine. For now. He's slipping into the Changing. All we can do is hope he'll recover." Newt's voice turned firm and he paced off. Chuck scurried behind him like a baby duck.

"You ready?" he stuffed the notebook into his butt pocket and steered me to a beaten up shack before I had the chance to respond. He gave me some leather armor which was a bit big. He informed me that not too many girls even want to try being a Runner. He gave me Thomas's armor which almost fit but he had to rip it a bit where I unfortantly had curves at the top of my stomach as he called it while I informed him he was welcome to say "boobs". He handed me a small dagger and I slipped it into my jean pocktes. Then we were on into the left wing.

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I thought I would be more prepared for all of this. Mile after mile of agonizing pain in her thighs. The only break was a 15 minute lunch break. By the time we arrived back at the Glade everyone was herding food around.

We started towards the food when Newt came racing after us. "Minho! Minho!" his running stumble to a limp. When he caught us Minho's face was intense. "T-Thomas... he's back." Newt choked.

Minho didn't take another minute to process his words he just bolted to the main building. Newt shifted to me, "Need food?" I nodded urgently and we walked to grab food.

"It's supposed to be chili..." Newt added as I examined the slop in my bowl. I picked at it with my spoon and eased it to my mouth. I slithered it in and thought about the taste. Not half bad. We found a seat by Chuck and another boy I haven't got the chance to be introduced to. The boy had blue eyes, some freckles dotted around his nose, and dark brown hair.

When I slipped into the seat by Chuck and across from Newt some girls glimpsed at me and whispered some rumors. "Who are they?" I questioned Chuck.

He smirked and started, "Anna, Amelia, Emily, Kay, Truman, and M-Megan." The last name he stammered and I looked up to catch Newt's eyes. He winked and I understood completley.

"So which ones should I stay clear from?" I shoved a bite of chili into my mouth and studied the boys expressions.

"All of them." the boy I didn't know spoke up this time chuckling. "Names Cameron. You can call me Cam." he winked and I blushed a blood red.

"Logan." I smiled and we exchanged looks for a moment.

Newt coughed a bit grabbing our attention, "Can we talk?" only now had I realized Newt was speaking to me. His eyes seemed irritated like he'd had a lot on his mind.

"Uh, sure..."

I placed my dishes in a container and dumped my leftovers. He led me out to a large tree and we plopped down next to each other. He scanned the ground for a moment trying to decide what to say. "So what's up?" I blurted out trying to ease off the awkward tension.

"Have you had any odd dreams latley?" he muttered. This caught me a little off guard, was he having weird dreams? What do they have to do with me?

"I've only been here one night, Newt...." I replied uneasily. He still wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Is there something I should know?"

"Just forget it..." before I could object he had limped away combing his fingers through his blonde hair.

The way his blonde hair hit the moon light made him look somewhat cute. I hadn't thought of Newt as anything else but a friend yet he was a pretty sweet guy. He wasn't too bad looking either, which always helps.

I just stared into the distance watching the blonde haired boy stumble back to the boys cabin.