Hey guys! It's been a while! I hope you are still with me. School started and...you know. But anyway, here is Chapter 10! Hope you enjoy!

THOMAS POV

There was a new person coming up today. Everyone knew. It was going to be the first one after Octavia.

Octavia.

The thought of her angered me. She was still in the healing shack, getting stronger. I sat at the edge of the woods, staring at the concrete square in the middle of the Glade, with the metal gates leading to darkness in the center. It was a quiet afternoon. Birds sang in the back round, and I felt at peace, even though my head was screaming. I sighed and thought about the possibilities.

Girl. Guy. Insane girl. Insane guy. Nice girl. Nice guy.

Different combinations swam through my head, and I laughed to myself. I didn't know why, but it felt good. I don't remember the last time I laughed. It was almost like a distant memory, coming back to me.

I saw Newt in the distance, walking over to me. I waved, and I watched him wave back.

"Hey," he said as he reached me. Newt sat down beside me and stared in the same direction. "Thinking about the Greenie?" I nodded.

"I'm also thinking of what he could be like. Or she." Newt snickered at 'she'.

"It sounds so normal when you say that, like we have gotten shes in here our whole life." Newt was right. It wasn't a surprise whenever someone talked about the Greenie being a 'she'.

"How is Octavia?" I asked. There was no emotion in my voice. I didn't feel bad for Octavia, as rude as that sounds. I was just curious. I didn't see her since our...argument yesterday.

"That's exactly what I came here to talk to you 'bout," Newt said in a concerned voice. I twisted my head and stared at him. What was wrong?

"She uh...Tommy, she is completely healed." I opened my mouth in shock. Healed? That's not possible. It has been one day. Just one.

"Healed?" I asked in confusion.

"All the way. One hundred percent." I looked away.

"But that's not possible."

"It's true. I went to check on her this mornin' and when I opened the door, she was sittin' on the bed, with this dazzled look on her face. All her scars and broken bones and that shuck has disappeared." I knew that Newt was telling the truth, but I had a hard time accepting it. It broke all of the laws of science. At least, from what I knew.

"I want to go see her," I declared. Newt shot a look at me. I was surprised myself.

"Why? I thought that was the last thing you want to do."

"I need to know what the hell is going on. She worked for the people that put us here, so she may know something." Newt was going to speak, but stopped himself and nodded. I jumped to my feet and sprinted to the healing shack.

Octavia was there when I skidded to a stop in front of the door. She was standing right next to it. And what I saw shocked me.

She was fine.

Her face no longer contained bleeding scratches and gashes. Her hair was in a messy bun, and her clothes were clean and together. They weren't bloody and ripped from injuries. Her ankle wasn't broken, and she seemed to be walking just fine.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, almost in disgust.

"I don't know," Octavia replied. Her voice was like always, sweet and normal-pitched. She smiled at me like her answer and my question meant nothing.

"Octavia, stop it. Tell me why all of a sudden you're well and...not dying."

"Thomas, I don't know what happened. I woke up this morning like this. Nothing hurt. Nothing was bleeding. None of my injuries were there. It's like they never existed." I didn't dare to show a hint of emotion in my face.

"But it doesn't make sense."

"Thomas, I want to say I'm sorry for what I did. I know I should have told you about everything, but I was confused. I di-" Octavia was interrupted by a holler coming from behind me. I pivoted on my foot and turned around. Gally was storming over to me and he didn't look happy. I stepped in front of Octavia and put on a brave face.

"Get out of the way Thomas, she needs to die!" he yelled as he got close.

"Gally, calm down!"

"How is she not dead? Yesterday she was on the verge of dying, and now it's like nothing ever happened! She needs to go."

"Gally!" I shouted. He stops feet in front of me. "Okay, first you say that she can't escape because she knows how to solve the Maze, and then after I save her, you say she needs to die. Make up your shuck mind, Gally!"

"Okay, then we kill her after she tells us the way out." Gally took a step forwards and Octavia gasped.

"Can we please let her live? What if when we get out, there will be something that we can't do, and then Octavia will be the only person to be able to solve it. It won't help if she is dead, right?" Gally considered this for a moment, and then with all of his strength, he shoved me aside and looked Octavia straight in the eye. I stumbled, but then motionless, I watched Gally's every move. I was ready to tackle him if he tried anything. I was more angry than ever at Octavia, but I wasn't letting her get hurt.

"You listen up. If there is anything, anything, that you know that can help us, and you aren't telling me, then you will end up dead. Mark my words." Octavia nodded fast, as if slowing down will change Gally's mind.

"Uh, guys?" I said, awkwardly. Both of the Gladers glanced at me. "The new Greenie is coming soon, so we should probably start heading to the Box." Gally glared at me, shot one more chilling look at Octavia, and then turned around and stomped off towards the Box. Octavia sighed in relief, and then gazed at me.

"Thanks," she whispered. I forced a small smile, and then started towards the concrete square with metal gates. I heard Octavia behind me, walking through the tall grass. I was glad she wasn't right beside me.

The Box didn't come up for another twenty minutes. All of the Gladers huddled around the Gates in silence, waiting. No one spoke. Once in a while, people would cough or clear their throats, sometimes drawing attention from others.

Time stretched on.

Then, finally, the sirens blared. Gladers around me jumped in surprise, but I calmly stood up and glanced down the hole through the gates. At first there was nothing, but then I saw it. The big metal box getting closer and closer. It was so far away. I never even thought how deep the Box hole is.

It flew up and up until it reached the top, and stopped abruptly. Newt and Gally opened the metal gates, and Gally jumped inside. There was a boy in front of me, so I craned my neck to see past him.

The new Greenie was a guy. He had ginger hair and from where I stood, it looked like he had hazel eyes. He was wearing a plain, loose green shirt and some dark pants. The Greenie's shoes were simple runners. He was pretty attractive, as weird as it sounds.

"Hey, Greenie!"

"Nice hair!"

"I love your pants!"

"Do you remember your name?"

Gladers asked questions left and right and I tried to hush them, but they were too excited. Gally stepped up and yelled, "HEY!" That silenced every single one of them. Gally turned back to the obviously frazzled boy. He was probably around my age, though I couldn't tell.

"Hi. Do you know your name?" Gally asked in a more gentle tone. The boy nodded.

"I'm Nick," he announced. He sounded like a regular teenage guy. I was liking him. But then what he said next made my heart skip a beat.

"I want Thomas." People around me gasped and stepped away from me. Everyone's eyes were strained on me. I took a step back and then twisted my body. I was about to make a break for it. I heard screams and shouts and out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone trying to snatch my arm, but missing by inches. I was almost out of range when someone grabbed my shoulders and prevented me from going anywhere. I wanted to slip of the person's grip or confuse them somehow, but the person turned me around to face the Box, and I realized he was too strong.

Gally got out of the Box and strolled to me. I didn't like the look on his face one bit.

"What the hell, Thomas?" he hollered.

"I have no idea what this guy is talking about," I argued. Disagreements fled through the crowd. Then, Nick came up behind Gally, and I turned my gaze to him.

"Dude, what's up? Why do you know me?"

"You're...from my past." That shocked me.

"Your past? Why me? Why not somebody else?"

"I don't make the rules."

"What rules?" Nick was getting more and more on my nerves.

"You're important."

"How?"

"I can't tell you."

"TELL ME!" I lost it. I jumped out of the Glader's grip and pushed Gally aside. I tackled Nick and pinned him to the ground. He didn't even seem scared. Just...slightly surprised. I was about to punch him in the face, but Gally pulled me up and I started swinging at air.

"Thomas, calm down!" Newt ordered from somewhere. I continued punching air, when Gally's fist connected with my face. That brought me back to my senses. Every Glader stared at me like I just killed someone and they'd be next. Gally let go of me once I settled down, and I looked at my hands.

"Sorry. I...kinda lost it there for a second."

"Ya think?" Gally shouted. Silence followed for a few minutes. I wasn't comfortable with all of the eyes on me, so I pivoted on my foot and bolted to the woods. I heard my name being called behind me, but I didn't stop. I dashed into the woods and did not pause until I reached the walls. I stopped abruptly and my legs were burning. I stumbled to the stone walls and collapsed onto the soft grass.

I don't know how long I sat there. Hours, for all I know. Dusk started falling, and slowly, the light was fading. Things became darker and somehow creepier. I sat in the corner, knees up at my chest and hands wrapped tightly around them.

It was silent until I heard rustling in the bushes to my left. I twisted my head so fast that I pulled a muscle in my neck. The noises were getting louder. I stood up and was ready to make a run for it when Nick stepped out into the vague lighting.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Just checking in," he replied. He had a smirk on his face that I didn't like.

"Why am I so important?" Nick didn't say anything for a moment. He seemed to be collecting his thoughts.

"Thomas, there are a lot of things you don't understand yet." Those words creeped me out. Nick was slowly making his way to me.

"Stop playing games and answer me!" I yelled. He laughed and then stuck his hand into his left pocket. He then pulled a cylinder shaped thing. I noticed that it had some sort of writing on it, but I couldn't see. It was small, and seemed to have a button on the top. Nick was a few feet away from me.

"You see, things are really messed up in the world. And we believe you are the key."

"Who's 'we'?"

"There are so many others," Nick continued, ignoring Thomas's question, "And Thomas, you may ask why it's you and not someone else. I don't know, something makes you special." Nick was just a foot away now. He smiled.

"And we need you now." Before I knew it, Nick was jamming the object into my neck. It was like a needle. It pricked me and only hurt for a second. I fell to my knees and slapped at Nick's hand, trying to get him off of me.

"It's gonna hurt more if you struggle."

Then the pain came.

I cried out as my head throbbed and screamed harder than ever. It was like hammers smashing it at once. I felt my it hit the ground and the needle-or whatever it was-leave my neck. It was both relieving and painful at the same time.

"Don't worry, Thomas," Nick said. Only to me, it sounded like it was miles and miles away. Like an echo. My vision became hazy and I saw spots swim around.

And then it was black.