Her Heart Belongs to Him- (TMR Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Part 5- The Gathering

A few minutes have past and Minho and I are walking to the building where the Gathering will be. I am quiet nervous for what will happen in there, but Minho is there. He could help me.

He opens the door and we walk in. A few boys are sitting inside the building. Alby and Newt are sitting somewhere in the middle. An empty chair is standing in the middle of the room. Alby tells me to sit down there, so I do.

"Okay, as a lot of you already know, the Greenie made her way into the Maze this morning." Alby begins. "In the Maze she found an important clue for our escape."

Gally stands up, a frown on his face. "So, she did go into the Maze." He says. Alby nods. "She tried out as a Runner today." Gally snickers. "No she didn't."

Alby looks at Newt confused. Newt shoots daggers at Gally wth his eyes, but the Builder ignores him and continues his story. "This morning Minho woke her up and gave her the equipment. They walked to the doors and she objected at first. I complimented her about it and the next thing I hear is that she did go in."

I look at Minho. He sits there completely calm. "Minho?" Alby says. "Yeah, it's true. Something about her just tells me she should be a Runner." Minho answers. I can't help but smile at this.

Newt stands up. "We will discuss this later on. First we will tell you about that clue." He says, his voice an angry tone.  

"Thank you Newt." Alby says. "She found a Beetle Blade and read four letters on it's back. It said WCKD."

Frypan stands up now. "Isn't that on our boxes?" He asks. "It is." Alby confirms. 

Alby stands up now too and paces around the room. "We think that the Creators also designed the Grievers and Beetle Blades." He says.

"Obviously." Minho adds. "Can we talk about how a Greenie did this? It is amazing! I say-"

"You have nothing to say for now Minho. You should be next to her in that chair." Newt almost shouts while pointing at me.  His eyes fall on me and he sighs. "It is a little thing, but we won't escape the Maze with this."

"Maybe we would if we had more Runners." Minho says again.

"Okay, enough!" Newt shouts. "I am done with your attitude Minho. Leave. NOW!" 

Everyone in the room grows silent. Even the silent whipers that where filling the air stopped. I look at all the boys, there eyes big, mouths slightly hung open.

Minho stands up, throwing his chair to the ground in the process. The only sound in the room are the chair hitting the ground and the door slamming shut when Minho leaves.

Newt clears his throat before continueing. "We will duscuss her job later on. For now, I suggest three days in the Slammer for breaking the rules." He walks out of the room too and I look at Alby.

"You can leave, Greenie. I will get you tomorrow morning." He says, his eyes inspecting his shoes. I nod and walk out of the door. 

It is starting to get late so I immediatly walk to the hammocks, ignoring all the boys that ask me what happened. I lay down in my hammock carefully, the last thing I want is breaking it again and go ask Newt to repare it.

Three days in the Slammer doesn't sound so bad. I did break a huge rule. Minho and I are probably still friends, I just hoped I could say the same about Newt.

It seems like he completely hates me, that I am only a burden for this whole communtiy they have created. I close my eyes, but sleep doesn't come.

I sigh and turn around in the hammock, trying to find a comfertable position to sleep in. When I don't find it I stand up and let myself fall down in the grass near the Box. 

Again the stars are nowhere to be found, even the moon doesn't show itself. 

What is my name? I need to know. I am tired of being called Greenie or Greenbean all the time. And why are we here? I don't think you put some teenagers in a gigantic maze just for fun.

It feels like the answer to escape is so close, but at the same time it is so far away. Somewhere between the blur that are my memories. 

I don't want to go back to my hammock. I just don't want to move at all. Just lay down in the grass and sleep, forget everything for a few hours. 

Forgetting the Maze, the Grievers, Beetle Blades. But most of all, forgetting how angry Newt was this evening. Forgetting that I might be the one who caused his anger.