A/N: I know it's been a while since i uploaded, but it's here now. Chapter 6, enjoy

The New Greenie

No. Nope. No Way!' Alby paced up and down the floor in front of me. I look at Newt and roll my eyes.

'It's really not your decision Al,' I remind him. He glares at me.

'Not 2 weeks ago you were having a go at me for persuading you to let us go in there, and now you want to run too?!'

'Yeah well now I am agreeing with you. Why are you so angry?' I stare at him not understanding what the fuss was about.

'Why am I so…? I'm angry because you haven't set foot in the maze in 3 years, the reason you won't tell me, might I add, and now you want to jump back into it like everything is fine. You won't be able to hack it!' He bursts.

I can feel my eyes narrow as I look up at him. I stand very slowly and walk over to him. He look back at me keeping eye contact. He can tell he has upset me; I can see it in his eyes. Before he can react I punch him in the face. He reels back clutching his nose. It's bleeding.

'Say it again,' I demand 'Say I can't hack it in the big scary maze!'

'Okay,' he relents, 'I deserved that one.' I glare at him.

'I won't be able to hack it.' I laugh bitterly. 'I taught you and the boys how to protect yourselves! You knew nothing before! Who was here first Alby? Who had to spend a whole month here on their own? Learning everything that you boys just got told when you got here! Me! Nothing got handed to me like you. You weren't here. You don't know what those first nights were like; sleeping in the box because there was no shelter. Going into the maze on my own trying to find a way out. Trying to grow food so I could eat something other than SHUCKIN' TOMATOES!' My voice raised to a strong bellow. I was furious. I had enough issues doubting myself; I didn't need Alby doubting me too.

'Kira, I wasn't doubting how tough you are. I know you have had to deal with stuff that we couldn't have dreamed of. I just meant that you haven't run properly for a few years. We don't know if you have the stamina to keep going the whole day!' His voice has a slight edge to it. He's pissed I punched him. I get it, I would be pissed if someone punched me too.

'If I say I can handle it, I can handle it.' I said quietly walking out of the room. I can hear Alby sigh and say something to Newt but I ignore them both.

I stride out the homestead and head towards back towards the forest. No-one tries to stop me, they all just look at me with anticipation. Tilting my head to the right I look and smile at the boys closest. They seem to take this as a sign everything is fine and continue with their work. The leaves crutch underneath my feet as I head towards the Map Room. I need to find Ben.


'Ah, speak of the devil,' I say as I enter the Map Room. Minho, Ben and 2 other runners are crowded round the table in the centre of the room. As I enter they all look up smiling at me. I motion to Ben to come outside. He follows me without a word.

'Hey what's up?' He asks once we are outside.

'Tomorrow I'm going into the maze.' I state. 'With you.' Ben's mouth drops open.

'Are you sure,' he questions with a raised eyebrow. I raise mine to match his. 'Okay,' he says raising his hands in surrender, seeing that I'm not going to change my mind.

Before anything else can be said a loud claxon sounds to tell us that the Box is coming up with a new Greenie. Ben and I look at each other with a smirk as Minho and the other two fly out of the room, heading towards the Box. I nod at him and he as well takes off. I smile, turn around and begin to walk towards the Box. It's my turn to make the introductions; Alby had taken the last one. As I reach the Box, the boys part letting me reach it.

'Ready?' I ask the boys. They all nod eagerly. I see Newt and Alby in the background. I feel guilty leaving the way I did. I nod and smile slightly at the pair and then open the lid. Letting our eyes adjust to the darkness in the box we stand staring down at the boy and the supplies. I smile jumping in the box. The boy shuffles away from me in fear. His eyes keep flicking up to the heard of guys surrounding him.

'Hi,' I start. He flinches as I speak. 'It's okay. You're safe. We're friends.' He lookes up to my reached out hand. Shaking he takes it and stands up. 'Do you know your name?' He shakes his head. 'It's cool, that'll come back to you.' This seems to relieve him a bit. 'I'm Kira. Welcome to the Glade. Okay, okay.' I turn and yell to the boys. 'Let's move away a tad. Starting to feel a bit tight.' I smile at the new Greenie and get out of the box. I gesture for him to follow and begin walking towards Newt and Alby.

'Alright Greenie?' Newt calls with a smirk.

'This is Alby and Newt.' I say to the Greenie. 'Alby will take you on a tour of the Glade and then I'll meet up you later to show you rest. Ok?' I look up at the boy. He is much taller than he had looked in the box. He nods and heads off with Alby. Newt stands with his hands in his pockets looking at me.

'What?' I roll my eyes. He shrugs and carries on staring. 'What?' I repeat feeling my cheeks begin to hot up. He smiles.

'We've got a party to plan.' He says, obviously changing the direction of the conversation. A part of me wonders whether I should feel disappointed at the change in topic.


Later that evening, I sit round the roaring fire watching Gally teaching the younger Gladers how to fight. I know this will soon escalate into the 'Who wants to fight Gally game' but I wasn't going to stop them. Boys seemed to enjoy beating up each other; a test of masculinity I guess. Don't get me wrong I will defend myself if it comes down to it, but I struggle to see the fun in losing against Gally and getting beat to the floor. Winning on the other hand, that I could see the fun in. Knocking the bigger boys down a peg or two is always surprisingly satisfying. I smile and turn my head to the Greenie, who is sat away from the festivities.

'Are you okay, Greenie?' I ask walking over to him. He looks up at me and shakes his head. I sit down on the floor next to him.

'I still can't remember my name.' He whispers, his head dropping into his hands. I put my hand on his shoulder.

'You know, Frypan didn't remember his name for 3 days.' He looked at me alarmed. I smile slightly, 'But it still came back.'

'His names not Frypan is it?' He questions. I shake my head.

'No, that's just a nickname we gave him. Appropriate don't you think?' The boy nods his head with a laugh. 'His real name is Siggy.' He furrows his eyebrows.

'That still sounds like a nickname.' I chortle. I had thought the same thing when he first remembered it.

'What I meant is that, it may come back to you in 5 minutes or 3 days, but it'll come back. We're allowed that.'

'Allowed?' I ignore him and get to my feet.

'This party is for you. You really gonna sit over here not enjoying it?' I offer him my hand. He hesitates for a moment and then takes it. I smile and pull him up. We walk back over to the fire and he immediately gets pulled into having a drink.

'What is it?' He asks.

'Dunno,' I respond 'It's Gally's secret recipe, but it packs a decent punch.' He smiles and takes a swig. We watch for a moment as his eyes bulge and he spits it out, choking on the taste. A roar of cheers and laughter come from the Gladers. Nick wraps his arm round Greenie's shoulder and pulls him off to watch the fights.
I go to sit on a log close to the fire. I stare into the flames, watching the orange, yellow and red swirls mix and blend together to create such beauty. I take a sip of the drink that had been pushed into my hand as we approached, savouring the burn running down my throat. A body comes and sits next to me. It's Newt. I can tell without looking.

'He seems to be fitting in. We got a name yet?' He asks motioning to the Greenie. I shake my head.

'Not yet.' I continue gazing into the fire. He nods next to me. I hear him take a small intake of breath, like he is about to say something to me. I look at him, feel his eyes burn into mine.

'Umm,' he begins.

'SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!' the Gladers rally together, looking at me. I sigh.
'Every time.' I murmur to myself. I sigh, then get up standing on the log. 'My fellow Gladers!' I start, dramatically throwing my arms into the air. 'Tonight we welcome our new Greenie.' I turn to look at the boy. 'I know coming up here is scary. A new place, new people, no memories of who you were before, but we want you to know that we welcome you, as a friend and as a brother.' The Gladers clap and mumbles of agreement surface. 'So let's have a drink for those we have lost and those whom we are yet to know.' I tilt my head to the floor for a moment. I lift it up noticing that many others have done the same. 'Okay, sad bit over. This is a party! Let's get some music going!'

I step down from the log as the Gladers begin to start playing their makeshift instruments. The sounds of joy and laughter soon refill the air. I look around for Newt and see him deep in a drinking game with some of the other boys. I walk over to them.

'Kira!' the boys cry. 'Come and play.' I shake my head.

'I dunno guys.' The boys moan and pull me over to the table.

'We've only just started you can catch up.' Nick says misunderstanding my hesitance. I sigh.

'No, why can't I have a little fun.' I think to myself. 'Why not!' I say sitting at the table. The boys cheer.

'We have only had two each.' He says handing me the bottle of alcohol. I pour a small amount into the bottom half of an eggshell. The game is to take in it turns to drink out of our eggshell but to try and not break the shell. I throw back the first and prepare another quickly. After the second goes down, I put the bottle back in the middle of the table. The bottle is passed round and round. I can feel myself starting to feel the effects in my head. About 7 drinks in, Clint grips his shell slightly too hard and it brakes spilling his drink all over him. Nick isn't much later. It's just Newt and I left. I look at him with a smirk on my face. His eyes are starting to glass over.

'Starting to feel it Newty?' I tease clicking in front of his face.

'Im fine,' he responds. 'You?' I laugh.

'Yep, steady as a rock.' I raise my eyebrow. We drink one after another. Again and again and again. Nick looked between us.

'We need to make this more interesting.' I glare at Nick's wide smirk. 'Newt if you lose, you have to spend the night in the Slammer.' The Slammer, oh that's tough. It's cold tonight. 'Kira if you lose, you have to…' He paused trying to think.

'She has to not run the maze tomorrow!' A deep voice interrupts the deliberation over my punishment. I look up to see Alby standing behind Nick with a smug smile on his face. I huff and turn back to Newt. We carry on, one by one, drinking and drinking. I can feel my hand starting to shake, my grip tightening. Crack! Egg shell pieces clatter down onto the table. I look down at mine. It's still whole. I flick my eyes to Newt seeing him covered in alcohol. The cheering around us deafens, as I look at him. He's fine. The slight glassiness in his eyes has gone. He didn't break it because he is drunk. He did it on purpose. Before I can say anything he stands up and with Nick walks over to the slammer.
He did it for me.

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