Hello, fellow Gladers! I'm back again. Here to thank you guys again for all of the support for the story. I'm so glad you guys are getting into it. I haven't decided if I will end it at the end of Maze Runner, or go all the way to death cure. Also, if you haven't noticed, I'm collabing the book and movie into one (Hopefully pleasing movie lovers as much as book lovers).

Also, I wanted to point something out to you guys. I know that the Glade in the book have electricity and plumbing, but I like the idea better of them doing things natural (bathing in a lake, carrying lanterns, etc). Just thought I would point that out.
Also, I'm going to start doing some third-person writing. Don't worry, there will still be point of view writing! I just want to let you guys know what other Gladers are thinking/saying, too.

Ashlee, you ramble too much. On with the story.

Raine's POV:

As Newt and I put our clothes back on, we hear cheering coming from outside. Newt and I exchange a skeptical look before looking out the window. "Gally, what the shuck are you doing?" I ask outloud. Newt shrugs. "Looks like he's trying to look tough for the new Greenie, I'll bet." I nod in agreement. "C'mon, we should get down there before someone notices our absence."

After we get outside, I see Gladers bunched together in a circle. I already know what's going on before we get over there. "Rules are simple, Greenie," Gally explains. "I try to push you out of the circle, and you try to last for about 5 seconds." Laughter erupts among the Gladers. I love Gally to death, but ignorance leaked out of the guy's pores.

Watching the first 3 or 4 times Thomas has bit the dust, I've finally seen enough. "Gally, knock it off." I help Thomas up. "It's not fair. He literally just woke up from a coma." Gally snorts. "S'okay, Raine. Just breaking in the new Greenie." I roll my eyes. "Breaking in the Greenie is different from breaking the Greenie, Gall. You're breaking the Greenie." He looks at me for a second before turning to Thomas. "I've seen you before, Greenie. I'm gonna find out who you are. When I do, prepare yourself."

Thomas and Gally exchange looks. "C'mon, guys. This is a bonfire in Thomas' honor. Let us honor his arrival instead of watching him feast on the dirt." Gladers burst into quiet laughter, causing Gally's ears to turn red. "You know, Raine," he started, "I never challenged you when you got here. Care to see what you're made of?" I smirk before bending over and putting my hair in a ponytail. "Bring it, Gall."

We start walking in a circle. "The trick is, my fellow Gladers," I look around at everyone, "is to find your opponent's weak spot, and use it against him." I swoop down low and kick Gally's feet out from under him, watching him tumble to the ground. "As you can see, Gally has long, lanky legs. Without them, he's practically defenseless." Some Gladers start to chuckle. Gally grabs onto my leg and tries to pull me down. I turn around and land on my hands, putting pressure on Gally's wrist with my foot. "It's unsmart to get anywhere near your opponent's feet, because they could do something like this." After Gally releases my foot, I let him return to standing position. He charges at me, full force. I can tell he's no longer playing around. I duck under his arm and trip him, watching him land on his face. "Also, be careful where you charge. You may end up breaking your face."

Gally sits up and looks at me, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. You made your point. Good that." I laugh and help him up. "Good that," I agree.

I dust off my hands and start walking back over to Newt. Thomas stops me before I reach him. "Thanks," he mumbled. "Gally's kind of an asshole." I shrug. "No problem, really. He is an asshole, but shank's been through a lot. I'd be surprised if he wasn't." He offers me a nod before taking a seat next to Chuck. I turn around to look for Newt, but he's no where to be found. "Where's Newt?" I ask Chuck. He motions for Homestead. "He said he'd be right back." I nod and take a seat next to Thomas and Chuck.

Newt comes walking out of Homestead with my violin in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him. "What are you scheming?" I ask. He gives me a cheeky grin before handing me the violin. "Play for us," he said. "All of that talent and I'm the only one who's bloody heard you. It's a great night, so play for us." People mumbled in agreement. "Please, love?" Newt asked, giving his best attempt at a puppy dog face. I roll my eyes before standing. "If this sounds bad, don't judge." I announce.

I position the violin on my shoulder and strike a note. Soon, my body takes over for me. Music comes pouring out of the violin like mad, whilst my legs cannot stay still. I start twirling and twisting all around the fire. It feels like everything is moving on its own once again; like it's moving on pure instinct. After the song I was playing was over, Gladers clapped and cheered all around. I bowed half jokingly, and smiled at everyone.

Tonight was a little too perfect. I was just waiting for something bad to happen.

You know what they say, it's always calm before a storm, and boy, did we have a big storm coming.

After waking up the next morning, I noticed Newt was not laying beside me. He was probably up in the infirmary with Alby. Ben was going through a really rough time since being stung. Newt tells me that he's going through the Changing; although he won't tell me in detail what that is exactly. I know you regain part of your memory, but that's pretty much it.

I walk upstairs to see Newt and Alby sitting next to Ben's bedside. I walk over and drap an arm sleepily around Newt's neck. "How's he doing?" I ask. Alby shrugs once. "Holding up like the other shanks who get stung. Plot twist: Not too well." I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. "I hope he's okay." Alby and Newt nod in agreement. As soon as I'm about to turn to walk away, Ben snaps awake and grabs my wrist. I turn and look at him with wide eyes. "Ben, what are you-"

"Get them out Raine. You're supposed to get them out. Why aren't they out?!" He squeezes my wrist hard and I cry out in pain. Alby and Newt pry his hand off of me and hold him down as he thrashes. "Go get breakfast, love," Newt yells over Ben's screaming. "I'll be down soon." I rub my wrist and nod, hurrying out of the room.

Third person POV:

Thomas and Chuck sat across from each other while enjoying a plateful of eggs and bacon. Thomas looks up to see Raine walking in the cafeteria. "So, what's the deal with that girl anyway?" He asks Chuck. "What do you mean?" Thomas looks at her again. "She's the only girl here, right? Isn't that slightly suspicious?" Chuck swallows his food before responding. "I wouldn't let other Gladers hear you say that. Raine does her part plus more." Thomas looks at Chuck. "What do you mean?" Chuck motions around him. "She literally keeps this place going. I mean, yeah, Alby's the leader and all, but Raine is the brains. She's smart, too smart maybe. She's like a therapist for us. She always helps us out and makes us feel better. She's a good med-jack and helps out Zart, Minho, and Frypan even when she doesn't have to."

Thomas peeks back at her again. She was pretty, he had to admit. Actually, she was gorgeous. "I'd like to think that my mom was just like her." Thomas didn't turn around, he kept staring at Raine. "Hey!" Chuck snapped him back to reality. "What?" Thomas questioned. "Don't get any ideas, Greenie. She's with Newt." Thomas rolled his eyes. "I wasn't, trust me." He felt his ears reddening. He knew Raine was Newt's, but he couldn't help staring at her.

"So, is she a runner, too?" Chuck nodded. "She's a little of everything, to be honest. She cooks, gardens, runs, and takes care of us when we're sick or hurt." Thomas nodded slowly. "How can I be a runner?" Chuck almost choked on his bacon. "What? Did I hear you right?" Thomas nodded. "How do I become a runner?" Chuck shook his head quickly. "No one wants to become a runner, Thomas. It's just something that has to be done. It's really dangerous." Thomas looked down at his food, suddenly not hungry.

All he knew was, he wanted to become a runner, and he needed to become a runner. Thomas put his plate away, and found his way to Raine's table. "I want to be a runner," he told her firmly. Raine couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. "You want to do what now?"