Hello, this is the new version of Keeper of the Grievers, and I hope you like this. Lilith is very different, and actually a lot of things are different...

Also, there is a Minho x Thomas version on WattPad, and if you want to read that one, search Keeper of the Gladers on WattPad, and my username is Euclid161. Wow, that was one long run on sentence... lol :)

I hope you like it, and please review! Praise is welcome of course :), and any constructive criticism! Thank you all, and have a good night/day.

Eyes that glowed like red fire snapped open, and the girl gasped, sitting up straight. She looked around frantically, staring at the large stone walls that seemed to loom threateningly over her. "Where am I?" she breathed out, eyes darting around in panic.

Silence answered her.

She breathed in shallow pants, each breath coming faster and faster. Slowly standing up, she looked around in terror, whipping her head around, before realizing that the platform she was standing on was elevated. A long walkway lead to the platform, but on either side was a huge drop into a black abyss. She stilled, but could not calm her racing heart. "Where am I?!" she shrieked, fear overtaking her. "Is anyone here? ANYONE?"

As her vision turned hazy from fear and terror, the space around her seemed to warp and distort.. A bright white aura surrounded her, but before the pressure building inside her could explode, someone showed up.

Well, more like something.

The girl stared at the creature, freezing in fear. "W-what are you?"

The creature let out a whirring sound, and three clicks. It stared right back at her, still and unmoving.

Hoping that the creature's stillness was a good omen, the girl straightened up and backed away slowly.

It was a wrong move. The creature burst into action, lunging towards her with its tail darting forward. She screamed, thrusting her hands out instinctively. Time seemed to slow down, the creature's movements becoming slower and slower. And finally, the creature stopped moving, frozen in time.

The girl blinked, shocked at what had happened. "What just happened?" she breathed aloud, staring at her hands. However, she was not one for forgoing opportunities, so she darted around the creature and towards what she presumed was an exit.

As soon as she slipped through the gates, she heard the creature begin to move again. Swallowing the fear down as much as she could, she ran blindly through the corridors. "This thing is like maze! Where is the exit?" she panted angrily as she turned around another corner.

Suddenly, she slammed into something. Or someone. She fell back, winded from the blow.

"What the shuck?" an unfamiliar, but undeniably male voice demanded with disbelief.

The girl looked up, blinking. A tall, muscular, Asian boy loomed in front of her, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She opened her mouth, "Um, who are you?"

"I should be asking you that!" the boy said, hands on his hips as he surveyed her. "Who are you? Where did you come from?" He knelt down, "Who sent you here? Why are you in the Maze? How come you're a girl? Why-"

The girl held up a hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She looked at him timidly, "Um, sorry, but I don't know either. I woke up over there somewhere, on a walkway that was surrounded by an abyss. Then there was this creature with this tail-"

"That had pincers, and walked on metal legs?" the boy said, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, and he frowned, standing up, "Those creatures are called Grievers. You saw one and you're still alive? What did you do with it?"

She was uncertain if she could trust this boy, so she omitted the part about freezing the Griever, "It wasn't on the side that led to the exit. Well, I think it was the exit, since it led to this maze. So I ran." She hastily stood up, looking back with fear, "Actually, I think it's still chasing me. We should probably get out of here." As if on cue, they heard the whirring of the Griever.

The boy swore, "Come on then, shuckface! We don't have time to waste. You better explain everything when we get back."

"Go where? And I already explained everything!" the girl exclaimed, running after the boy.

"Just follow me!" the boy shouted back. With no other choice, the girl followed the boy, hoping that wherever they were going, she would finally get the answers she seeked.

"Minho, you're back early!" one of the two boys who stood at each side of the gateway called out, smiling in greeting. His smile dropped when he caught sight of the other person with Minho, "Minho, who's that? I thought after Ben you didn't have a Running partner." Squinting, the boy gasped, "Minho, is that-"

"Yeah, yeah, slim it, shuckface. I know she's a girl," Minho said huffily, panting slightly. He slowed his pace when they reached the Gates, "Get Alby and Newt. Now."

The boy at the Gates nodded hastily, and ran off. The other peered at said girl, gaze awestruck and curious, "Minho, so does this mean you found her in the Maze?"

"Yeah," Minho said, looking at the girl who was staring at the Glade in wonder. "Hey, shuckface, what's your name?"

"Hm?" the girl glanced at him, before turning to gaze at the Glade. "Oh, my name? I… don't remember." The wonder slipped off her face, and she stared at Minho, "I don't remember! Is that normal? I can't remember anything about myself!"

"Yeah, it's normal," the boy at the Gates reassured her. "But where the shuck did you come from?"

"Let's wait till Newt and Alby get here," Minho said, cutting in smoothly. He looked at the girl with apprehension, "They'll want to hear this."

"Who are Newt and Alby?" the girl wondered softly. "Are they the leaders of this place?"

Minho nodded, "They are."

"Are there any other girls in this place? There should be right?" she asked, looking at the two boys. When they just looked at her, she groaned, "So I'm the only girl?"

"Yes, you are," a voice with a heavy British accent answered her question. She turned around, to see a tall dark skinned boy walking alongside a pale, blond boy who she assumed was the one of British descent.

The dark skinned boy looked at Minho sternly, "Minho, explain what happened."

"I was just Running like always, and then when I turned this corner, she was there too, so we collided. She said that she woke up in this strange place that had an abyss and the exit led to the Maze," Minho recalled. "And apparently there was a Griever there, and it was chasing her." He looked at her appraisingly, "She's not a bad runner. Was able to keep up the whole time."

Alby pursed his lips, and turned to the girl, "What do you remember about that place you woke up in? Was there more than just one exit?"

"Yeah, I think so," the girl said, frowning as she tried to remember if there was more than one exit. "But the Griever was in front of it, so I didn't check it out."

Alby exchanged looks with Newt, "Minho, next time you go Running, make sure to check that place out. You know what sector it's in?"

"Yeah," Minho nodded in the affirmative, "Sector 4."

"But be careful. Don't get stung by a Griever," Alby warned him. He turned back to the girl, still suspicious, "Do you have any idea why you were in that place?"

The girl shook her head, "Sorry, but I hoped you guys would know." Looking out at the Glade again, she asked, "What is this place?"

"This is the Glade, and outside of the Glade is the Maze," Alby answered, but didn't elaborate. "Everything will be explained during the tour."

The girl nodded, "Okay. When is the tour?"

"Tomorrow, since Newt and I are busy at the moment," the dark skinned leader said.

Minho looked up, "I could show her around, if you two are busy." He slung an arm around the girl, "Show the she-bean around."

"She-bean?" said girl repeated, puzzled. "Huh?"

"You're the Greenie. Usually we call them a greenbean, but you're a girl, so you're the she-bean," Minho explained, grinning at her disgruntled expression. "Okay, let's get going. Newt, Alby, see you two shucks later."

As they walked through the large green expanse of the Glade, the boys that caught sight of her stopped what they were doing, gawking at the pair.

"Minho, is that a girl?"

"I didn't see her come up in the Box!"

"How'd you find her?"

"Ooh, she's a looker. I call dibs on her!"

At that comment, the girl stiffened, and smiled at the boy who said it, voice mockingly apologetic, "Sorry, but you're not good enough for me."

The boy turned red, and the others laughed, eyeing the new Glader with interest. Minho held out his hand, "Alright, alright, get back to work, you shuckfaces. Nothing interesting here." He glanced at her, smirking, "Not as timid as you seem, huh?"

"I just don't like being objectified and seen as a trophy or something," she muttered angrily. "Shucking pisses me off."

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at her temperament, and intrigued. He pointed to the medium sized, slightly beat up building, "This is the Homestead, where all of us Gladers sleep. Well, not all of them, since there's not enough space, so most of them sleep outside."

"Where will I be sleeping?" the girl asked him timidly, reverting back to the soft spoken, shy girl.

Minho stared at her for a second, deciding that she was bipolar. "You'll probably end up either getting your own room if two of the Keepers room together, or you'll share a room with someone." She fidgeted for a few moments, before Minho sighed, "If you want to say something, just spit it out."

"Well, um," she stammered, eyes darting all over the place like a cornered rabbit, "if I had to share a room with someone, c-can I share with you?"

Minho blinked, surprised yet again. He smirked, "You know, if you wanted- Oof!" She rammed her fist into his stomach, staring at him blankly. "Hey, what was that for?" he choked out, hugging his stomach.

"I told you I don't like sexist comments," she reminded him.

He held up his hands in surrender, "Ok, ok. Of course you can share with me, and of course I'm not going to make any more sexist comments. But shuck, you sure pack a hell of a punch, especially for a girl."

She stared at him, and then turned back to the Homestead, "Now, you're just doing it to annoy me."

Minho smiled when he heard the amusement in her voice, "Come on, let's go to the Gardens. It's pretty self explanatory, but this is where the Track-hoes work."

"I hate gardening," the girl said absentmindedly.

Minho laughed, "I guess that means trying out as a Track-hoe won't work for you." He waved to a blond boy who was working in the Gardens, "That's Zart, the Keeper of the Track-hoes."

The girl waved to the boy as well, catching his attention. The boy straightened up, "Minho, that's a-"

"Yes," Minho said, rolling his eyes. "It's a girl. Everyone's been asking me that. It's not like you guys haven't seen a girl before."

"Well, we actually haven't," Zart informed him. "None of us remember our lives before, so we've never seen a girl in the flesh before." He looked at the girl, "What's her name? Or does she not remember?"

"Doesn't remember," Minho answered for her.

Zart studied her for a few moments, before coming to a conclusion, "She's really shy and quiet, isn't she?"

Minho blinked, looking at her, "Yeah, most of the time." She smiled sweetly and innocently. "Okay, see you, Zart. Let's go take a look at the Bloodhouse."

The girl stared at him, "The Bloodhouse?"

"Where we keep the animals, and slaughter them and such," Minho said nonchalantly.

"That's nice," she said in the same tone Minho used. "I thought it was where you tortured the Gladers that broke the rules."

"That's disturbing," Minho deadpanned. "Oh, I don't think we ever told you the rules. So, the rules are 1) always do your part, 2) never hurt another Glader and 3) never go into the Maze if you are not a Runner."

"Doesn't that mean I've already broken one rule?" she wondered, looking up at the sky. "The sky looks weird.

"Well, I guess you're an exception, since the Creators put you in the Maze. And the sky has been like that since we got here, at least since I got here," Minho informed her. "And that comment was completely random."

"I know," she said, smiling. "I like randomness. So life's not boring and predictable."

Minho shrugged, hands in his pockets, "I guess you won't like life in the Glade very much. It's very predictable. You wake up, eat breakfast, do your job, eat lunch, keep doing your job, eat dinner, go to sleep."

The girl smiled, brushing aside her white bangs, "Then I won't work in the Glade."

Minho caught on immediately, and his face became serious, "Greenie, that's not something to joke about. Running in the Maze is really dangerous." His expression turned sad, "Many Runners died there."

"The Creators put me in the Maze," she argued, looking at him with determination. "They did that for a reason."

Minho didn't say anything, just continued walking. He pointed to the large red house, "This is the Bloodhouse. Winston's the Keeper here."

After they finished with the tour, Alby decided to introduce her to all the Gladers. The problem was that she still didn't remember her name. "This sucks," she complained. "Not being able to remember your own identity sucks."

"Slim it, will you?" Minho complained back. "You've said that ten times already."

She groaned, "But I still don't remember my name! And it pisses me off."

"A lot of things piss you off," Minho noted. They walked towards the dining area, where the other Gladers were congregated, waiting to meet the she-bean. "Like sexist comments, predictable things, etc."

The girl pursed her lips at him, "I'm not that irritable!"

Minho snorted, "Yeah, sure, like I'm married to a Griever." They walked into the dining area, and the place immediately fell silent as the Gladers gazed at her with awe, suspicion and confusion.

Alby and Newt were standing at the front, and Alby waved the two of them over. "This is the new Greenie."

Once the leader spoke, it seemed as if a dam broke. Questions poured out of the Gladers like water.

"How come she didn't come up in the Box?"

"How come it's only been three weeks since the last Greenie arrived?"

"Does this mean that more girls are going to be arriving?"

"Where did she come from?"

"What's her name?"

Alby held up a hand for silence. "She doesn't yet remember her name. She came from the Maze, and yes, the Runners will go check that place out tomorrow. We don't know why she came through the Maze, and why it's only been three weeks since the other Greenie arrived." He sighed, "We actually don't know anything. We'll find out in a week if the next Greenie's going to arrive I just want you all to meet her, and be civil towards her."

"Lilith."

The boys all turned towards her, startled. "What?" Alby asked, brows furrowed.

The girl with eyes that glowed like fire and hair that imitated the paleness of fresh snow smiled, "My name is Lilith."