Into the Maze

Chapter 4

No one said anything, but somehow I got my answer, which was creaking behind me. I turned around, and watched.

Gusts of air traveled through the maze, making their way to us, the dust blowing at me. Then, after it all came out, a loud creak and the sound of shifting metal rang through the air.

"What the hell" I whispered to myself, searching the walls as the boys around me moved slightly. I jumped back as the wall started moving, the door becoming narrower and narrower until it shut, an eerie silence sweeping over us.

"Next time, I'm gonna let you leave." Gally sighed and stepped near me, but I barely noticed, I was too busy staring at the door. Trying to figure out what that was and how it was done.

"Welcome to the glade." Alby smirked and whispered in my ear, before turning and walking away like the other boys.

What is happening here, they still didn't explain anything! I turned around to see the boy from before, he hadn't moved, I think he was as confused as I was.

I walked to the glade door, looking at it, before turning my back and sliding down it. I crumpled to the floor and leaned my head back, looking up the wall, at the sky, which was darkening.

"Would you actually have ran?" The boy from the box asked, coming over and sitting beside me, looking up like I was. I sighed, and breathed in. My heartbeat was still fast, but my breathing was steady again.

"Yeah." I muttered, turning my gaze to the people in front of us. In the distance, towards the center of the glade, boys were piling up sticks. "Everything here is so confusing and no one is explaining anything."

"They say they want to help us but then they leave us." The boy said, and I smiled. I liked him better already. "I would have ran too."

"See, somebody gets me around here." I grinned and looked at him. Was it possible we were siblings? I mean Chuck said we looked alike.

The sky darkened quicker, as the ground below us became harder and harder to see. I watched the boys do finishing touches on what Alby said was like a special ceremony, or a party.

"I don't really know why we were in the box together, but I'm glad it was you. I think if I woke up next to Gally I'd pass right back out." I grinned as he chuckled a little, then looked at me.

"Yeah, me too." He smiled, and watched me for a moment. "I think I'd much rather talk to you." I laughed, and turned my head to the pile of sticks from before. Boys were gathered around it, holding a few sticks in their hands.

"I wonder how we knew each other. Do you think we were like best friends, or siblings, or like dating?" I asked and smiled, laughing a little bit. It was kind of a dumb question.

"I dunno but if you expect me to start making out with you, I'm not. Newt would skin me alive, and then feed me to the pigs." Thomas joked, and I grinned. I wasn't about to kiss him either, I don't think it was like that.

"I think if in my past life I had kissed you, or dated you, I would've remembered. I would have a feeling." I explained, wondering if he would even understand the feeling I was talking about. Was the feeling I was talking about the one I felt with Newt?

It couldn't be, I don't think. For all I know I'd feel that same feeling for one of the other gladers I hadn't talked to yet.

"Yeah, I think I understand." He gave me little to no context, as a silence lingered over us. I shook the whole thought about feelings away and watched as boys lit the sticks in their hands on fire.

They yelled and cheered, then threw the sticks at once, lighting a big pile on fire. I watched as they hollered, getting in a circle and laughing.

"Isn't that supposed to be in honor of us?" The boy asked, looking at me, then back at the fire. I laughed, and nodded.