She's not like the rest of them. She's different, she's dangerous. She didn't enter this hell hole through the box, she entered through the maze.
There's something off about her, something that could potentially bring about their end, but it is this certain danger that tempts the hands of two boys.
Gabrielle is like a touch of flame and Thomas and Newt are stepping far to close to her fire.
* His lips leaned ever so close to her trembling ones, his fingers lifting up to travel the length of her vibrant red tresses. His face was shadowed by the darkness, his eyes gleaming despite the dull light. "What are you?" He whispered, "and why. . ." He pressed, lips brushing against the plump flesh before him, "do you have this effect on me?" *