Hi guys, thanks for reading my previous chapter. Here is a shorter chapter and I am probably going to write another tonight or tomorrow.
Cassie Pov:
"Umm who are you?" Minho asked me. My smile fell, I thought about it for a minute.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused, "You don't remember?" a couple of the guys gasped.
"She remembers?" one person asked. "How?" another questioned.
"We have to go, we are in the maze!" Someone exclaimed. I was staring at the ground confused; I didn't remember anything besides Minho and my family. Minho looked at me; he seemed just as confused as well.
"Okay we will talk about this, we just need to leave." Minho tugged at my arm; they all started jogging so I followed them at a slower pace. He pulled me and I started faster, my head down. We entered the huge field; everyone was standing around the door talking. The guy who had tried to stop me earlier grabbed my arm roughly I winced and tried to free my arm.
"Gally! Stop touching her!" a shorter guy with an accent called out as he walked over. I flinched as he pulled me up, my feet barely touching the ground. "Gally!" he spoke loudly. He let me go and I fell on the ground, the wind getting knocked out of me. The guy walked up to me and extended his hand, I hesitated for a moment and then took it and he helped me up. I brushed myself up and back out of the circle that was beginning to form.
"She knew my name." I heard Minho whisper to the guy. His eyes go wide and he stares at me.
"Newt" He answers, "You are? Do you remember your name?" he had a British accent which confused me, nobody around here had one.
"Cassie" I answered quietly while looking at Minho to see if he recognized anything. I didn't see any recognition he just looked at me.
"So you remember Minho? How, you don't look alike?" Newt asked calmly. I nodded my head; I rubbed my arm and looked at it. It was already getting red, and hurt. A tremor went through the crowd and everyone was talking to each other.
"How?" Minho inquired studying my face.
"Are you sure you don't remember anything?" I looked at him shyly. He shook his head, "You're my brother, adopted that's why we don't look alike, I joined your family when I was less than a year old." I murmured hoping he would remember. He looked at the ground with a confused look on his face.
"Hey! Get back to work!" Newt called out looking at everyone. After a second everyone began to walk, murmuring. "Lets go, back to the infirmary hut." Newt explained. Gally, Minho, Newt, another couple guys and I started walking. Once there I sat down on the cot and a boy around 15 or 16 began to look at my arm and other things.
"Alby, you're not going to do anything?" Gally asked, I looked at Alby; he seemed older than the rest and had an authority about him.
"What do you know? Especially about Minho." Alby questioned. I thought about it for a second, thinking exactly of what to say.
"So I only remember my family, our family. My name nothing else, why?" I stated playing with my ripped jeans.
"Nobody remembers anything, you are the first to actually remember anything else besides a name." Alby explained.
"I only remember parts, I joined our family when I was young, we grew up together. Then he was gone, then I was here." I muttered. Then I looked up carefully, they where all staring up at me, Gally looked pissed, Newt looked very confused and curious, Minho looked completely stunned.
"Do you guys believe me? I am telling the truth." I asked quietly. I looked down and played with my legs.
"I do." Newt stated, I snapped my head up and looked at him.
"Same." Minho spoke and I stared at him as well.
"Now she needs to get some rest." Jeff demanded as he began to usher everyone out. Everyone gave me one last glance before walking out; I stayed and lay down on the cot. I thought about everything that happened during this day, I closed my eyes and sighed. After a while I heard a commotion outside, I jumped out of the cot and looked around. Nothing was happening inside so I slowly walked out of the small building and looked through the forest to the field. People where holding torches, and running around.
"GRIEVERS in the Glade!" Someone screamed at the top of their lungs and everyone else began to run, and scream.