Chapter 1 Crime, Trial, and Punishment

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I killed someone. When I came out of the box, I needed an opening. What I did, was inexcusable. I grabbed a rock, picked the weakest member of the circle that surrounded me. I then proceeded to bash the young boy's head in. I leaped over his warm corpse, when they were still in shock, and ran for the opening in the old, grey walls that surrounded the small haven.

Then, I kissed the dirt. It wasn't my fault. A boy leaped on top of me. About three feet from freedom too. I flipped onto my back, temporarily dislodging my attacker. I finally got a good look at him. He was Asian, hot as hell, and had a compasinite look in his eyes?

That was my first memory. My second was walking up in the Pit.

"Do you have any idea of what she's done, Minho?" a voice yelled " She killed George!"

"Ya, I do Newt! But I also saw how scared she was. How desperate she was. I don't think she meant to kill George,"

"Both of you stop it!" a new voice joined the clatter, "Let's just get her side of the story. The Gladers are...angrey."

The trio entered my line of vision. I pressed myself against the wall. I recognized the Asian that tackled me.

"Hi," the dark haired boy said kindly, "My name's Minho. This is Newt."

Minho gestured to the tall, lanky, fair- haired boy beside him. Newt glared at me.

"And that's Alby."

A well muscled black teen nodded at me.

"Do you have a name?" Alby asked.

I nodded,"Sefkhet."

"And I assume that you know that you have killed a boy?" Newt spat a poisinous blend of sarcasm and hatred.

Inside, I curled up and hide my head. Outside, I am semi-proud to say that I my outer shell did little more than duck my head, gaze directed at the floor of earth.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Selkahet~" Alby started.

"Sefkhet," I interuped.

"Sefkhet," Alby restarted," This is very important, did you mean to kill that boy?"

"No," I whispered, dragging my gaze from the dirt to the three boys standing over me, "I swear an the blood of my ancestors, and on the lives of my descendents, I had no intentions to kill that boy."

For some reason that statement sounded soooo familiar.

Alby nodded, he turned to walk away. Minho grabbed his shoulder and said something in a low voice. Alby replied and Minho nodded.

"Come on," he said throwing open the wooden gate thing. He held out his hand, '' You're coming with us."

I hesitate for a moment, then I took the offered hand.

"Thanks," I breath in his ear as he pulled me up.

I find out that we are going to my trial for killing the boy.

At the 'trial' as Alby calls it, someone called Gally speaks against me.

"Can we trust the shank not to kill us in our sleep? Or bash our skulls in when ever she's in a temper? No! All we have is her word. And what good is a murderess' word? Useless! Shucking useless! I say we put her out into the maze and relax in the sound of her dieing screams," Gally returns to his seat with many cheers.

"Who requests to speak next?" Alby asked.

"Minho, Keeper of the Runners," Minho said, " Speaking for, not against."

Minho stood up, walked to the center of the platform and said with simply crafted words, " Were we not all in her position at least once? And you cannot say you have not because we were all greenies once. We've had a few almost go murderous, we all knew that eventually one would. Just remember that she was a frightened greenie with exceptionly amazing reflexes, That is all," Minho, unlike Gally, walked away to complete silence.

After Minho no one wanted to speak.

"Based on the opinions of the Gladers, and my understanding of our own laws, Sefkhet, will be kept in the Pit for one week, no food, then she will join the runners. The most dangerous job, that will most likely cost her her life, for a member of our community's."

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