Newt had left her alone before dinner, in a room that Nick had quickly worked on emptying out before. Currently all that was inside was the sleeping mat located on the floor, and she sat on it, staring out at the sky as she thought.

Somehow it was familiar. She knew it.

She hugged her legs to her chest, tears in her eyes as she sat on the sleeping bag. No one else was in the room, but it was far from being empty.

Bunk beds were pushed up along the sides of the walls, sleeping bags strewn around the ground along with a lot of other things. She couldn't make out half of it if she was being honest.

"Not enjoying yourself?" a boy asked her, and she could remember him. Tanned skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. His nose was pointed, like hers, also possessing upturned eyebrows and some similar facial features. She didn't reply. Only hugged herself tighter trying not to cry. With a sympathetic look he sat down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "This isn't just a place where we live, this is home, this is family. Me, Travis and Connor, Chris, Irene, all of us. And I'd do anything to see a smile on that beautiful face."

The 9 year old smiled at him.

The blonde boy was the first face that she could recall. And whilst she couldn't recall his name, or anything about him really she knew a bunch of emotions were connected to him. Trust. Comfort. Love. Pain. Guilt. Betrayal.

And somehow she knew he was dead.

She felt it somewhere deep inside her as she stared off into the distance.

Somewhere she wondered why she could remember that. The other boys couldn't remember anything if what Nick had told her was true. And the emotions tied to that one memory, something so small and seemingly inconsequential made her feel perhaps she didn't want to remember her past. Maybe, at least for her, the lack of memory could in fact be a blessing.

It was that state that she was in when Newt came back into her room, sitting almost completely still and staring out of the window. Her right hand was moving though, tapping a rhythm onto the ground over and over again. He watched for a moment, wondering what had gotten her to stop. Earlier when he had given her the tour she had barely been able to concentrate. Constantly moving, and once she seemed a touch more comfortable the questions had rolled out of her mouth question after question.

He almost found it annoying as he tried to answer, tried to give her an answer that didn't give too much away but would be enough to temporarily satisfy her.

"Frypan's made dinner," he finally interrupted, watching as the girl jumped to her feet in what seemed a defensive position. He was surprised at the instinctive reaction, only expecting her to flinch at most. "I'm not gonna bloody hurt ya, Greenie," he commented, raising his hands in the air and watching her take a deep breath.

"Sorry," she mumbled as her shoulders slumped. "I was thinking."

"I noticed that much, now lets go so ya can get some food before the fire tonight." At his words she nodded, a small, forced smile crossing her face. Still she obediently walked out of the room in front of him to what she supposed was the equivalent of a mess hall. Groups of boys were already there, shoving the food in her mouth in a way that made her cringe.

It went silent the moment they noticed her.

She didn't stop moving however, the way that she had earlier that day. Instead she walked, confidently towards Frypan, graciously accepting a plate of food and glaring at any of the boys. Newt tried his best to hold back his chuckles. The other boys weren't doing so well, starting to laugh without meaning to.

Jay ignored it temporarily as she sat down next to Newt, before looking up and narrowing her eyes at the asian boy sitting across from her.

"I get it, I'm a girl, I know that I'm a girl. Go find the fucking creators yourself and ask them why I'm here because I don't know," she spat, causing the boy to laugh. And even Newt couldn't hide the grin of amusement that spread on his face at her comment.

"Wow the she-bean's got a mouth on her, I always thought a girl would be more polite," he commented in return, a smirk on his face. "But it's lovely to look at you anyway, name's Minho by the way."

Neither of the boys were sure but they were fairly certain something akin to a growl had left the girls throat as Minho had spoken, before she glared at her food and started stabbing it with a fork. What they didn't know was how high the temptation for her was to see what would happen if she stabbed 'Minho' with a fork.

Or Newt, who no longer seemed to be supporting or defending her.

"Her name's Jay," Newt supplied for her. "And this shank is the Keeper of Runners," he offered her a piece of information about him. A silent nudge for the two of them to slim it.

"Keeper of Runners?" she repeated, head cocked to the side as she looked between the two boys. Newt and Minho exchanged looks for a moment, before Minho shrugged his shoulders.

"Runners are the ones that go out into the maze everyday, try to find a way out, so far we've found nothing," Minho commented, not caring about the look that Newt was giving him. "Both Newt and I are Runners."

"But ya'll be starting with the Slicers tomorrow, it's where everyone starts," Newt interfered before Minho could run his mouth anymore. She wasn't supposed to know too much yet. That would come with time, she wasn't ready to know anymore about the maze or anything out there. Though tomorrow Newt was certain Alby or Nick would show her a Griever. They tended to do that with newbies; from what he'd noticed it'd gotten a lot of them more content with their situation inside maze walls.

They were no longer as desperate to get out into the maze and look themselves.

"Would you look at that, we actually do have a shuckin' girl, probably gonna be a Slopper, don't doubt it," a new voice broke their focus, and Newt rolled his eyes before turning to the boy in question. Gally.

"Shut ya hole, shuck-face" the blonde announced, before Jay could get a word in. Any attempts that she would make would probably only fuel Gally's jokes, and he'd already figured she had a fairly short temper.

"Stickin' up for her already? I can tell ya now that she's no good! 11 months and not a single girl and now we get this one…" he glared at the girl in question, and surprising Newt she looked moderately amused. Still angry as she glared at him, but the side of her mouth had twitched up into a smirk.

"Maybe from now on you'll only be getting girls," she commented, a fake smile on her face. "But beyond that, I didn't ask to be here, I know nothing, and I'm going to work as well, so don't you worry about having to do anything for me."

Her voice was strong as she spoke, the forced smile remained plastered on her face even as her eyes narrowed slightly after she finished speaking. A warning. Gally however didn't take it seriously. In fact not even half seriously as he continued to glare. He was about to retort when Minho intervened. He was anyway looking for a reason to threaten the other boy.

"You heard the she-bean, now get your ass over and eat some food and leave her alone." He'd spoken quietly, his voice low and threatening. With a final glare cast between the three, Gally lifted his head high and wandered off, jaw clenched tightly. Immediately Minho grinned, a smug look on his face as he looked at the other boys retreating form.

"Thank you," Jay said quietly to the two boys, a small smile on the girls face. It was the first time that she had smiled, and meant it, in her time so far.

The bonfire was amusing, at least in Jay's opinion. The boys weren't paying much attention to her anymore, to involved in drinking and dancing near the fireplace. A group of them were mock wrestling, mainly centered around Gally.

Jay would've loved to have said she was surprised, but she wasn't. What was worse was everyone that he had challenged, or had challenged him, had lost so far.

It really wasn't good for that boys ego.

Her gaze momentarily went to her hands. That alone made her feel like she could, at least for a while stand up to the larger boy. Scars were littered across her hands, and when she'd gotten dressed earlier she'd noticed there were scars on her arms and across her torso as well. Some of them faint and small, and others more obvious. It left her wondering what her life must have been like before all of this happened. And her mind wandered back to the blonde boy that she remembered. Who was he?

'Luke,' the male voice in her head answered the question, causing her to flinch slightly before she relaxed her body again. 'He was your brother,' it continued, confirming her original thoughts that the boy was dead.

Why can I remember him? Who are you? She thought, hoping that perhaps she'd gain a response from the voice. She waited for a few more minutes, but there wasn't a response. Sighing, she leaned back continuing to watch the fire.

"Ya alright?" a familiar British voice asked, and she looked up at Newt a soft smile playing on her lips.

"As well as any amnesiac in a place they don't know surrounded by a maze, I would suppose," she answered, though there was no sarcasm in her tone. Newt sat down beside her with a sigh of his own, holding the glass of alcohol.

"Want some?" he asked, holding his glass out to her and she shrugged, taking it from his hands. Not knowing why, she raised the drink to her nose, taking a sniff and cringed. She looked up at Newt questioningly. "Well come on then Greenie."

With the encouragement she took a mouthful, immediately spitting it out beside her. Her face scrunched up as she looked at Newt in disgust, before joining in with his laughter a moment later.

"What is that?"

"This is Gally's special mix, tastes like klunk the first time but it gets better," he answered with a grin, taking the drink out of her hands.

"I don't even want to know how you know that," she laughed, her eyes catching on to where Minho was on the other side of the bonfire. "Shouldn't you be over there with him?" she asked, pointing over to where the other runners were, noticing how Newts went blank for a moment.

"Couldn' leave ya all by yaself now could I?" he asked with a kind smile, and she smiled back.

"Considering I've been alone for the last hour and am doing perfectly fine, I think you could've…" she trailed off, returning her eyes to the fire. It stung slightly, looking directly into it. But it captivated her in a strange way.

"Ya're one stubborn shank, ya know that?"

"I feel like someone's told me that before," she answered with a grin.

"Hey look, it's our favorite girly," an annoying voice broke the atmosphere, Jay immediately glaring at Gally.

"Don't call me girly," she snarled, causing the boys around Gally to laugh, an amused grin also spreading on Gally's face.

"What are ya gonna do about it, girly" he emphasized the word, causing her eyes to narrow.

"I'll challenge you to one of your wrestling matches," she answered after a few moments silence, her eyes meeting his. His own eyes had widened in shock, causing the half-blood to smile at him. "I win, you stop calling me girly, you win I won't complain when you do."

"Jay," she heard Newt, the warning in his words, feeling his hand on her arm. Still she quickly brushed it off, pushing herself to her feet. Laughter, jeers and catcalls followed, it seemed to have caught everyones attention already and it hadn't started.

"Or are you scared that you might get beaten by a girl?" she added on sweetly, a smirk crossing her face that went completely against the innocent tone.

"I'm not scared," he practically growled, following her to the circle. Looking at her clothes she realized that the lose shirt she was wearing would be a disadvantage, and without thinking pulled it off; leaving her in a tight singlet with pants. The action was met with more catcalls and jeers, though some fell silent after noticing the scarred flesh of her right shoulder. "Last chance to back down."

"Not a chance, " she responded.

Watching him, she waited, allowing him to charge at her and testing out his strength. He grabbed her, and she was able to hold her ground for all of a second before her flung her to the side. As soon as her body hit the ground she rolled, before pushing herself up into a crouching position.

She didn't know how she had done it. It was all instinctive now, though she knew that once she had trained in order to have this level of comfort during a fight. Taking a deep breath she watched him again.

As he came at her, in the last moment she sprung to the side, catching him with an elbow to the side. He doubled over for a moment as she took her place in the middle of the circle.

She didn't notice the silence that had erupted the moment that she had actually landed a blow. No one had expected her to manage to stay in the circle after he had first grabbed on to her, let alone manage to land a hit of her own. He was more cautious in his next charge, grabbing the girls wrist as she moved to get away. The force of the movement caused her to gasp, but she didn't cry out otherwise as he allowed her momentum to throw her towards the edge of the circle.

Allowing herself to remain on the ground for a moment, she cringed at the pain that was going up her arm. It was only when she noticed him approach again she scrambled to her feet, moving into a defensive position.

This time as he approached, she attacked, surprising everyone. After blocking the first hit, Gally attempted to grab onto the blonde, but narrowly missed. Instead she tripped him over, raising her eyebrows at him when he looked up at her.

"You're going to pay for that Greenie," he warned her. She shrugged nonchalantly at the threat. There wasn't too much that he could do to her after all. Especially not with everyone watching.

He launched himself at her, surprising herself with his speed as he grabbed onto her. Jay struggled, trying to remove his arms from her as he pushed her closer towards the edge of the circle. It was less than a meter to the edge when she kicked her leg out, trying to knock him over. He stumbled, but caught himself using her to keep himself standing and in turn forcing her to the ground.

With a harsh kick he pushed her out of the circle, his group of followers seemingly happy with the victory.

"Not bad girly," the boy said, though his eyes showed how angry he was at how long it had taken for him to win. Angry that she had been able to actually get somewhere during the fight. She didn't even hear the words as another image flashed before her eyes.

"I'm sorry," the boy said as he stood in front of her, towering over her form that lay on the ground. Her head was held uncomfortably as she looked up at him, his sword held under her throat.

"Don't lie to me," she snarled in response, glaring at the boy. He was attractive. Tanned skin, dark curly hair and bright blue eyes. He was also quite muscled, which would've been a bonus if it weren't for the situation she was currently in. "Just get it over with. Kill me."

She let her head drop into her arms, clenching her eyes shut as she wished the image away. Still it was there.

"That was pretty good she-bean," a voice interrupted the torture that her mind was putting her through and she was glad to look up, seeing Minho standing there.

"I'm a girl, not a piece of glass," she commented, in return rolling onto her back. A moment later she accepted the offered hand that helped pull her up. "Besides… I feel like I've done my share of fighting before."

"Well if that's from fighting, then I can believe that she-bean," he commented, pointed at she reddish coloured skin, twisted and disfigured crossing her left shoulder. "What I'd want to know is why you've done so much."

"So would I."


A/N: Hey Guys! I'm sorry that this chapter took a bit longer, but I've had a few busy days of sight seeing and family events and stuff, but this chapters anyway a bit longer than the others to sort of make up for that. I hope you also enjoy this chapter!

May A Chance: You're welcome! I'm really glad that you've enjoyed the story so far, I've enjoyed writing it!

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