A/N: OHMYGODS OVER TWO-HUNDRED VIEWS YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME, LIKE, HOLY HEPHAESTUS! I was like: X_X *rubs eyes* omg. So… yep. Once again, I'm sorry for all the suspense and whacky stuff, but hopefully this chapter will clear things up a bit. Also, another GINORMOUS sorry for that stupid error in the last update. I really don't know what was wrong with the bloody compoopter.

So aaaaaanyways. A thank you to lifelong potterhead, for pointing out that mistake! Also, for anyone who had to read that, this chapter starts with the ending dialogues, so that will clear up any confusion. Hopefully. :)

Embers To Ashes: Hahaha, I'm so glad you like her! I like her too. And I'm also glad that you liked Lee so much, I didn't think any of my OCs would be that good. And don't worry. I'm weird pretty much all of my waking hours. :)

BookWorm237: OMG thank you! We get to know what she was screaming at in this chapter… well, sort of. As for Teresa, well, I haven't really decided, but as of now, no, she won't be in the story. She might just come in at the end. I promise it won't affect the plot of the story, but yeah. I might change my mind later on, but who knows? :)

Lifelong potterhead: First off, I want to thank you for pointing out that mistake. And THANK YOU for the compliment! It means so much to me; it really does. I wish I had left the last sentence on purpose, but haha. :)

Enjoy!

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"And why, do you think we'll let you do that?" Alby snapped at the kid. The boy paused for a moment before answering.

"Because I remember her."

At first Newt didn't think he'd heard him correctly. Remembered her? How was that even possible?

The boy must've noticed their awe-struck expressions, for he quickly continued. "I mean, of course, I don't remember everything, but I think I know why she's so crazy. I mean, it's just like, splotchy memories, but enough for me to piece together a small picture." He spoke rapidly, as though he was nervous that they might've tried to stop him mid-sentence.

Alby sighed. "Come on in." He closed the door behind the kid. Astrid looked up at the new arrival, and once more, started screaming. She hugged Newt again and held out her hand towards the boy.

"YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP ME!" her voice took on a maniacal tinge. Everyone expected the boy to scream and run out yelling "LUNATIC ALERT!", but he did no such thing. Almost as though he was accustomed to this sort of behavior, he walked up to where she sat, and took her hand. She stopped screaming.

"I'm right here." He said. Astrid beamed at him. She seemed to have forgotten her ordeal of the previous minute, for it seemed as if she were as happy as ever. The immediate shifts in the greenie's mood was making Alby's head ache.

"That's it. I can't take anymore of this klunk. I'm outta here." He said, walking to the door. He stopped and turned to look at Newt. "Tell me every word this shank says." He pointed towards the boy, before walking out.

Thomas, for the first time, was speechless. He had gazillion un-answered questions, but he decided against blurting them. He wanted to see what this boy remembered, though he didn't recall knowing his name.

"You're the greenbean who came before Chuck, right?" Newt asked him. He nodded.

"Astrid!" Astrid piped up again, letting go of Newt, who she'd been clinging to till now. The boy smiled. "Hello Astrid. I'm Keith. It's a pleasure to meet you." He spoke with politeness and ease. Newt raised an eyebrow at him.

"Alright then Keith. Spill. What do you remember about this shank?" he asked. Keith got up shakily and sat down on a chair. He looked at his hands, his expression sad. Whatever memory had come to him must not have been good.

If only they knew, he thought bitterly. He looked up. "Like I said, it's splotchy. I remember fragments. But she was there." He pointed to Astrid before continuing. "We were lying on beds; hospital beds, I should think, with all these wires running along our body, and these liquids being pumped into our veins. Then these people came in and started talking some klunk about some experiments and monitoring our resistance. They did something on some computers, and suddenly Astrid started screaming. Whatever they were doing to her was horrible."

He rubbed his forehead. "Her veins were bulging out, all green and sickly. Her face was filled with absolute terror and pain. I can see it in front of me now as well. Then, while she was still screaming, they started the same thing to me, and the memory ended." He took a deep breath.

"Guys, those people were torturing her." he concluded.

One could have heard a pin drop in the infirmary room. Astrid was happily playing with two of her flowers. The others were simply staring at Keith.

"What?" Newt asked, not being able to believe what he'd just heard.

Keith nodded. "Look, I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's the truth. Or at least, it's what I remember. Those people were experimenting on us. Trying to see how much we can resist. Trying to do stuff to us. Turning us into…" monsters, he thought. But aloud, he simply motioned towards Astrid. "You can see."

"But why would they want to torture you guys?" Thomas finally broke his no-interruption rule. Keith shrugged. "Why would they send fifty young chaps into the maze? These Creators are weird." He said.

"That makes sense, I suppose. But you said they were torturing both of you. Why aren't you completely zonky like her? I mean, not that I'm complaining, one jacked-up greenie's enough, but why?" Newt asked. Keith shrugged again.

"They didn't torture me as much as her. She was their 'main candidate', whatever that means. I was sort of a side business." He answered. As if, he thought. But there was no way he could say that out loud. If these people even got a tiny hint of who he really was, they'd kill him for sure. He'd have to keep the truth hidden. And that's why he'd come to see Astrid.

"They tortured her till the point where she snapped. That's why she's crazy." He added. Newt nodded, looking thoughtful. "But why would she scream when she saw us?" he asked.

"Maybe something about you two reminds her of the people who tortured her." Thomas suggested.

"I was there with her. I must remind her of them. I don't know why she would scream for Newt, but it has something to do with her past." Keith agreed.

"Are you saying the Greenie remembers everything?" Jeff spoke up for the first time. He'd been standing so quietly, they'd almost forgotten he was there. Newt turned to Astrid, hoping that for once, she would give them the answer they wanted.

"Astrid, do you remember anything about yourself?" he asked. Astrid tapped a finger against her chin, like a little kid who was pretending to think. "My name is Astrid, I am a girl, and I am weird." She said finally. "Weird?" Newt asked. Sure, the greenie was the textbook definition of weird, but he didn't think she would say that about herself. On the brighter side, she had spoken in complete sentences, which was a relief.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Keith cut her off. "You're not weird Astrid." He looked the other boys. "She must've overheard someone say that about her when she was standing in front of the box." He added. Thomas' eyebrows scrunched together. There was something wrong with this picture, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Newt nodded again. Astrid seemed to have lost interest in their conversation, and was ripping off the petals on a flower and chuckling.

"Alright, that's enough story-telling for one time." Newt said, as he got up. He expected Astrid to protest, but she thankfully didn't. "Tommy, we need to finish your tour. Keith, watch the greenie. She seems to like you, so the chances of her screaming her buggin' throat off are fewer."

Keith nodded earnestly. He'd secretly been hoping for this. He needed to talk to Astrid alone, when no one was listening. Newt and Thomas headed out after a curt nod towards Jeff.

Jeff, Keith thought. He needed to get rid of him too. He went and knelt in front of Astrid, before looking up at Jeff.

"So? Whaddya think?" he asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"I think," Jeff replied, "That the Creators have lost their minds." Keith replied by laughing good-naturedly. "Is she okay now?" he asked.

Jeff nodded. "She's perfectly fine. Like I had told the others, this isn't some injury. She's literally hurting herself. He body is making itself bleed. It's crazy, but given Astrid, I think it's right to expect crazy." He looked like he wanted to say more, but was cut off by a scream, which Keith recognized to be Ben's.

"That sounded like Ben." He said, giving Jeff a look. Jeff sighed. "Yeah, things have been crazy with him too. Going through the changing, that poor sod is. Tell you what, do you think you can stay with the greenie? I need to go check on him too. Clint can't manage him alone." He looked pleadingly at Keith.

Score! Keith thought. He nodded. "Yeah. She looks calm now, so don't worry. I'll stay with her. You go check on Ben." He tried t sound as reasonable and mature as possible. Jeff nodded with a thankful expression, and headed out, closing the door behind him.

Keith's smile melted almost immediately, and he turned sharply to Astrid. He picked her off the bed by her shoulders. Not harshly, just enough to get her attention.

"Astrid, listen to me very very carefully." He said, keeping his voice slightly low, so as to not risk anyone overhearing them, "No one can know okay? No one. You don't tell anyone."

Astrid looked confused. "Tell what?" she asked, which for her, was the most non-crazy thing she'd said till now. Keith's expression was dead serious.

"What we can do. No one can know what we can do, what we really are. You know what you can do, don't you Astrid?" he asked her, not letting go of her shoulders. She nodded. He'd expected this. When he himself had woken up in the box, the only things he had remembered were his name, and what he could do. "I'm a freak." Astrid said sadly. Keith looked down.

"No." he corrected. "We are freaks."

Suddenly Astrid's eyes widened with fear. She looked at Keith, her expression panicky. "They did this! They did this to me! They DID THIS!" she screamed.

Keith pulled her into a hug, trying to get her to calm down. "Yeah, I know. They did this to us. But you're safe now Astrid. You're good here." He said, stroking her hair. Jeff rushed in through the door, looking panicked as well.

"What happened? Is the greenie okay?" he asked, a little breathless. Keith nodded. "She's fine, mate. I've got her." Jeff nodded. He went back out and closed the door

Keith pulled away and looked at Astrid with stern eyes. "No one can know what we can do, Astrid. If they get to know, they'll throw us in the slammer, or worse, they'll banish us. Maybe they'll just kill us themselves. We can't tell anyone." He said. He hoped against hope that she understood. But he knew that even though she was completely crazy, she was clever. His tone must've been commanding enough, for she seemed to understand. She grinned at him.

"Astrid no telling!" she said proudly. Keith sighed with relief. "Good. No telling anybody. Anybody at all. And no showing them either. What we can do, it needs to stay hidden."

Astrid smiled wider. "Astrid no showing, no telling. Astrid good at hiding secrets. Astrid hide this secret very well!"

Keith put her back onto the bed. "Good." He said, his voice suddenly cold. "Now stay here. I'm going. I'll send someone to check on you."

He turned to leave, but Astrid caught his hand. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. Astrid was looking up at him.

"Please don't go." She said sadly. This wasn't her bizarre screaming. She actually wanted the boy in front of her to stay. "No." Keith said firmly. She looked at him with her big blue eyes, pleading. He huffed. "Don't give me the eyes, Astrid. I'm not staying."

"Please?" she said again, softer this time. Keith peered at her. He was the closest thing she had to a friend, the only one who remembered her, who understood her. And the same went for Keith.

Ever since he'd come to the glade, he'd tried to keep himself hidden. Even though he knew he could do more, he'd gotten a job with the track-hoes, trying to blend into the shadows. He'd spent his nights terrified and alone, because he knew no one would understand what he was going through. He couldn't tell anyone. He'd been completely alone. Until now. Now that Astrid was here, he had someone who shared his situation.

So sighing softly, he sat down beside her, much to her utter delight. She grinned at him, and went back to ripping the petals off the flowers. And even though he couldn't understand it, he found himself smiling too.

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A/N: There. An un-Cliffy ending for y'all. I'm so nice :).

Lol, I'm kidding. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed that chapter, and I hoped it cleared a few things up. Things will become even more clear once the story progresses. So… Yep.

Please review and tell me what you think! And feel free to ask me questions about the story! If you have any suggestion, I'll be glad to hear them and will try incorporating them in my story too! Criticism is perfectly welcome; everyone has room for improvement, eh?

Until next time then,

A fellow Glader.