Thomas guided his group around the walls and corridors. Trying his best to remember everything he learnt in the few days he had stayed there. He came to a stop. Holding his hand out in a fist to signal everyone else. Newt and Brenda nearly crash into him.

He looks to his left then his right. He couldn't see much because of the dim lit sky, but he could just see the vines from where he tied up Alby. Finally he sprints down the right alley, turning on his heels. He finally reaches the familiar view of the Glade. Shocked to see more people already living there. In the distance he see Frypan. Slightly skinnier, but still the same beefy boy he came to know.

Instead of just boys this time, girls and children younger than Thomas started to populate the Glade. Thomas leans on his knees to catch his breath, Newt and Brenda too.

He looks back to see the other Gladers from both groups. They had all collapsed on the floor, panting for breath. Thomas laughs slightly.

Minho's group catches up to them, not all of them falling to the ground. Thomas guessed that he had a few Runners from Group B with him.

"Find anything?" Thomas asks.

Minho shakes his head. "Not a single thing, it's like that they hid it in the Maze."

"You said it was in the Maze though?" someone asks.

Minho scorns at the voice, "As in in the walls genius."

Thomas looks back at the Glade, Frypan had seen them and started to walk closer. Thomas takes a look at Newt who had gone back into his daydream. Thomas snaps his fingers at him. He doesn't respond. Everyone looks closer at him, Newt just stares into the distance.

"Why didn't you let me die?" he whispers. Thomas gets taken back. Finally, Newt's eyes shoot straight at Thomas. "I said, why didn't you let me die?"

Newt starts to walk closer to Thomas, his eyes filling with rage. Newt grabs Thomas by the shirt and slams him into the ground. A rush of pain flows through Thomas's shoulder. The whole Glade came alive. Shouts of protests and cowardice. Minho tries to pull Newt off Thomas, but Newt hits him across the head, making Minho fall back.

"Newt? Newt it's me! It's Thomas!" Thomas shouts at Newt. Finally Newt's eyes clear up, he looks up; everyone back away from him. He looks down at Thomas who was breathing hard, his eyes filled with fear.

"What am I doing?" Newt asks wearily.

Minho gets up, cupping the side of his head. "I don't know, shank. What were you doing? You just went bloody ape at everyone!"

Newt gets off Thomas, helping him up. He look at Minho, the side of his temple bleeding. "Did I do that?"

"Yes!" Minho shouts back. Newt looks at his hand, and clenches them. He shrivels back, like he was scared at himself.

Frypan had now reached them. "What happened around here?"

No one answers. Thomas turns to Newt, everyone starts to back away from him. Even Minho. Newt looks at everyone, all their faces filled with terror. Newt felt like he had betrayed their trust, he turns on his heels and runs into the Maze.

"Great, we got another buggin' problem to solve," Minho groans.

Thomas shoots a sharp glare at him, Minho – being himself – ignore Thomas.

Thomas runs after him, Newt turns to the left, passing Sector 3. He had ran a long way. Finally he stops in front of a wall covered with vines all the way to the top. Thomas catches up to him.

"What is the matter with you? Why have you been acting like this?" Thomas asks frantically.

"I just got back from the dead, Tommy how do you want me to act?" he spits at him.

He walks closer to Newt who snarls at him. Thomas back away. "I mean… Why are you acting like a Crank…again?" He felt uncomfortable saying the last two words.

"I don't know. It's like that a part of the Flare is still in my brain. I can't control what I do, worst of all, I don't remember doing it," he says with no expression.

Thomas follows Newt's eyes. He had been staring at the vines the whole time.

"This was the place," Newt says under his breath.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. Confused at his friend. "What do you mean?"

He turns to face Thomas. His eyes slightly filling with tears. "Where I got my limp. Where I tried to kill myself."

Thomas regrated what he asked. He should've known. He could still see the broken hidden bits of the vine where Newt climbed two years ago. Thomas looks at his friends leg, he imagined Newt without his limp, how he must've been before he took the fall.

"Talk to me, Newt," Thomas says sitting down, resting his back on the wall. Newt sighs and joins him.

Thomas settles in for a story, Newt moving closer to him – making Thomas feel uncomfortable.

"It was the first few days I arrived at the Glade," Newt starts. His deep green eyes sparkling with slight tears. "Being a Greenie I had no idea what to do, like you when you arrived here. When they made me into a Runner I was petrified, Minho was my partner and I let him down by a mile."

Thomas could hear footstep in the corridors, knowing Minho and the others would've been looking for them.

"I don't know if he's told you, Tommy. But Minho had been stung before."

This came as a shock to Thomas. He thought about Minho going through the Changing. How he must've acted. That must've been a danger to the whole Glade. Yet when Thomas came to the Glade, Minho didn't react any differently to Thomas. He didn't judge him or act cruelly to him.

"How did that happen?" Thomas asks wearily.

Newt sighs before continuing. "We were running together when we came across a Greiver. We were both shocked it was out in the day, but we tried our best to be as silent as possible. We had to go across one wall to the next, just in reach without the Griever seeing us. Minho went first, he crept across so quietly that you couldn't hear a thing."

A distant shout from Minho stops him. He was still a long way away so it would've been okay.

"When it was my turn to go across I tripped on my left foot, stumbling forward shouting in pain. The Griever saw us and it charged at me, Minho jumped in front of me and stabbed it right in its side. The Greiver pounced back, stinging Minho while doing it. I had to carry him back to the Glade, luckily we had one more Serum left. Alby shouted at me, he threatened to banish me for breaking rule 2: Never harm another Glader. I was so upset and that night I ran in here and found this wall." He stands back up and presses the palm of his hand on the cold concrete wall. He closes his eyes. "I climbed halfway up, you could see a few tops of the walls and Greivers lurking in the dark. I closed my eyes and I just jumped. Hoping I would kill myself."

"I hated this place, I didn't want to live anymore. I had failed my only friend and I had broken the trust of anyone else. I knew I couldn't get that trust back. Unluckily, I just broke my left leg. Giving me this shuckin' limp forever. Alby found me just in time and dragged me in before the doors closed, my foot nearly getting crushed by the walls. I was so annoyed at myself, I didn't want to talk to anyone for the next weeks as I was healing. Then after that I just forgot as if anything ever happened. Of course the limp wasn't helping much."

Thomas felt sorry for Newt. The pressure he must've gone through would've been tormenting.

Thomas finally got to his feet and called out to Minho who was only down the alley. He sprints up to them, a big smile washing across his face.

"Why are you so happy?" Newt snaps at him.

"We found these in the Homestead… well what's left of it anyway." Minho holds out two viles and one note. Thomas picks up the note and Newt examines the viles.

They're both marked: The Mighty Gladers.

"Is this for us?" Newt asks.

Minho shrugs. "I guess so, I mean. We are the only ones that actually call ourselves that eh?"

Newt agrees.

Thomas unravels the piece of paper, written across in black writing was four words.

Two stay, one goes.

So I'm about to finish the story soon and I'm really sorry that each chapter is quite short. All your reviews have been both constructive and kind, thank you so much guys! Really appreciate it!