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The alarms went off early in the morning. I was up already, though, standing at the Box along with Fang, and Newt. Alby and Minho were searching the Maze today for the new creatures.
"Okay, you guys," Newt said, "when the alarm stops, the Box is going to bring up a, um, another flock member." Fang and I nodded.
"Yeah, we put the rope down and pull him," I gave Fang a cool glare, "or her up."
"Then," I continued, "we all go take the tour and ask the person to show their wings."
"Exactly," Newt concluded
We waited for roughly fifteen more minutes. Then we opened the box.
"What the,"
"Huh?"
"Oh, it's happened before." Newt said. "He's probably passed out. Day before you showed up, girl came in a coma. She's still out."
Newt climbed down on the rope and stopped on the floor of the box. The body that was once thought dead was moving and, apparently, speaking. Newt climbed up the rope along with the undead person.
This is Iggy, my Voice says, he's blind. But don't underestimate him. If my Voice could chuckle, he was doing it. His hearing is great. That's how he knew your friends were coming.
"Okay," Newt said, "you're blind. Now, what's your name?"
"Iggy."
"Iggy?" Fang asked.
"We don't have all day! Come on, Iggy, time for a tour of the Glade." Newt threw his hands in the air and led us around the Glade.
Iggy walked with us. Four people, one is a regular person, the other three are bird freaks. Wonderful.
We had told him about every place in the Glade, except for the Maze. We were in the deadheads.
"Come on," Fang whispered to me. I nodded and walked to Iggy with him.
"Iggy," Fang said, "Come on, let me show you something." Fang and I grinned, but Iggy wouldn't be able to see it.
"Okay,"
Iggy followed us; it was amazing to see how well he could follow, not once tripping on a root or anything else that stuck out of the ground. Alby, Newt, and the rest of the Gladers were far from us now. I stopped and turned my body.
"Iggy," I said, "stand back."
Iggy staggered a few inches back, and I let my wings out. Fang did the same.
"Iggy, hold out your hand, but be gentle." Fang said.
Carefully, ever so carefully, Iggy's hand gently brushed my wings, tracing each feather, moving along the outer edges. I could see a smile cross his face. I looked at Fang, now we were all grinning.
"Woa," Iggy whispered. He was on Fang's wings now, doing the same thing he did to mine.
"Iggy, do you have wings?" Fang asked as Iggy stepped back. We both pulled our wings in, to leave room for Iggy's first try at spreading his wings. I could tell that he had them; I could see them folded into his jacket.
He took of his jacket and uncurled his wings, just as a gust of wind came through. I could only imagine what it felt like, the wind rushing through the feathers.
"Nice," Fang said. I nodded.
Iggy was smiling now, we all were.
"Someone's coming." Iggy said, quickly folding his wings back. We watched as a Beetle blade scurried across the ground, looking at each of us for half of a second just before it scurried away.
"We better get back to Newt, he's probably looking for us." I said, walking toward where Newt was. He was sad. I bet he was thinking of Alby.
"Hey, Max." He said with a sigh. "Hi, Fang, Iggy."
"Wings," I whispered in Newt's ear before turning smoothly to face Fang and Iggy.
"It's time for lunch." Newt said. We followed him to the Homestead, where some other Gladers were gathered ready to eat. Some kid came running up to us, he was short and pudgy with messy red-brown hair.
"Do you know why Newt's mad? What did you do to him? Did you make him mad?" I smiled and ruffled his hair. "No, we didn't do anything. He's probably upset about Alby and Minho."
"What did they do?"
Thomas was suddenly by the boy. "Chuck!"
"They're in the Maze."
"Why are they in the Maze? Did someone die?"
"Chuck!" Thomas repeated.
"I can hear every word you guys say!" Newt screamed at us. He was already sitting down messing with the food given him.
"Chuck!"
"What?" Chuck finally turned around to face Thomas. "Oh I get it. Leave it to me. Good-bye everyone! Farewell! I must now turn and go!" He said, waving his little hand in a princess-like manner. I couldn't stop grinning.
"Well?" I asked, "What do you want?"
"For him to leave you guys alone, Alby told me."
"He told you what?" Iggy asked.
"Nothing, you guys want to sit with us?"
I nodded, Fang shrugged, and Iggy silently and motionlessly followed.
Thomas, Chuck, Iggy, Fang, and I sat down as someone brought are food. "Thanks, Frypan!" Thomas said. "He's the cook here in the Glade." He explained.
"Yeah," Chuck said.
"What's your name?" Thomas asked.
"This is Fang, he's Iggy, and I'm Max."
"Isn't that a boy's name?" Chuck asked.
"Yes, but Maximum is my name." He was silent.
Iggy and Thomas were talking a lot after that, they became quick friends. Iggy followed Thomas away to continue the tour. Fang and I spent the rest of the day in an open spot in the den an open spot in the deadheads, trying out our wings.
I lifted myself about ten feet off the ground, Fang did the same. I told him it would be best if we waited until night so no one could see us. He nodded and followed the path back to the Homestead.
Only a few Gladers were at the Homestead when disaster struck.
I could faintly see Iggy and Thomas step into the Maze, joining two other people.
Alby and Minho.
Alby had just fainted. He'd been stung.
Right as the doors to the Maze were slowly closing, about fifteen Erasers ran to the Homestead.
They headed straight for us.
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