Okay, so sorry for the long wait for an update...I had the worse case of writer's block ever. Shucking writer's block! anyways...you've waited long enough...ON WITH THE STORY!
"Nick!" I yell, running out of the homestead. "Nick!"
"Slim it, Minho," Nick says groggily, rubbing his eyes. "If you don't shut up you're gonna wake up the entire glade."
"Sorry," I say more quietly. "But I found out why Gally went out into the Maze."
"What?" Nick says, almost yelling.
"Hypocrite," I laugh quietly.
"Not the point," Nick scowls. "So are you gonna tell me or not?"
"Right...well you know those beetle-blade things?"
"Of course. Who here wouldn't. Creepy little buggers. They're always watching us."
"Yeah, exactly. And apparently they've got something written on their back," I tell him. "Gally said they had WICKED written in red across their back. Whattaya think it means?"
There's a silence while Nick thinks. It long. Too long. I hate waiting. I'm not a patient person. That's the reason I'm a Runner I guess. That way I'm always moving. "Well?"
"God, impatient one," Nick rolls his eyes. "Well...I'm not sure 'wicked' to me sounds like an adjective for the creators...but it doesn't make sense that they'd put them on the back of their little spy gadget things. I don't know what it means."
"Great," I say, sarcastically. "We finally find two things and we have no shucking idea what they mean."
"Oh, come on Minho. We'll figure it out eventually."
"Yeah. We'd better," I say, and stalk off to get some sleep.
I wake up with the sun shining directly in my eyes and moan. Not again. I really hate the sun. But wait a second...everywhere else is dark. What the hell?
I sit up and as my eyes readjust I see Newt standing over me with a flashlight, shining it directly in my eyes. "Oh good. You're up," Newt grins.
"Yes. Now would you like the explain why before I decide it's not worth it and kill you?"
"Meeting of the Runners. We wanted to have it yesterday after everyone got back but no one could find you so that means we all have to get up early to have it now. Thanks a lot for that by the way."
"You're welcome," I grin, as he helps me to my feet. "So what's this meeting about anyway?"
"Well...there's one way that we might be able to get out...but no one's tried yet."
"Great. Whatever it is I'm all for it."
"We haven't tried the box."