Third person POV:
After Raine practically laughing in his face, Thomas went to find Alby. There was a feeling deep inside of him, a feeling that he was supposed to be a runner. He knew deep down that being a runner was his true purpose here. He felt as if he was placed in this place to be different; to help. If running the maze would get them out, it was worth giving a shot.
After hunting Alby down in Homestead, Thomas felt slightly intimidated. He planned this out a lot better in his head. "What do you need, Greenie?" Alby asked him. A sudden burst of courage bursted through him. "I wanna be a runner," He told Alby. "I want to help. I need to be a runner. That's my purpose." Alby couldn't hold back his laughter. "Your purpose, Greenie? You have yet to shadow every keeper in the glade, so how do you know what your 'purpose' is?" Thomas shrugged. "It's just a feeling I have." Alby gave him a stern look. "Running isn't for fun, Greenie. It's shuckin' important. Those runners will give us hope yet. What makes you think that you got what it takes?" Thomas wasn't so sure how to answer that question. "I just do." He answered simply. Alby furrowed his brow. "That so? Good that. We'll see what Raine and Minho think of you." Judging by the tone of his voice, Thomas could tell that Alby was just humoring him.
Thomas and Alby met Raine and Minho by the gardens. "What's this about, Alby? I was helping one of the builders with a bad sunburn." Alby looks at Raine and crosses his arms. "This shank wants to be a runner." Minho and Raine look at Thomas. "Not this again," says Raine. "I told you; no one wants to be a runner." Thomas shook his head. "I want to be a runner," he insisted. After a long minute, Minho finally speaks. "You don't know what you're stepping into, shank. This isn't a friendly game of tag."
Thomas bit back a mean comment. "See this girl?" Minho motioned to Raine. "She wouldn't be a runner either if she hadn't killed a griever and saved our lives." Thomas glanced at Raine. "If she can kill one, I probably can to." Raine raised her eyebrows as Minho poked him in the chest. "You don't know what you're talking about, Greenie. Raine killed one because she's smart. You're not helping your case any." Thomas looked at Raine. "I didn't mean because you were, well, you know.." Raine rolled her eyes. "A girl? You can say it. It's pretty clear that I'm female." Thomas nodded. "I meant because you didn't know much about the maze too, right? You were a Greenie before me and Chuck if I recall correctly. Maybe I could be useful as well."
Raine furrowed her brow before looking at Minho. "I say we make him go through the other keepers first. If he can't find something that sticks, send him in there. Don't sabatoge either, Greenie. No one has time to clean up your messes." Minho and Alby nodded in agreement. "Good that. You heard the lady; to Frypan you go."
Raine's POV:
These Gladers seriously can't go an hour without injuring themselves. I tightly wrap a bandage around a builder's foot. The shank wasn't paying attention, and dropped a heavy hammer on it. "Quit squirming," I order. As much as I love helping people, these builders will be the death of me.
Soon after I finish wrapping his foot, Chuck walks in. "Help," he whines. "What's wrong, Chuck?" He sticks his arms out. "This sunburn really hurts. Is there any way you can fix it?" I tell him to sit down before heading to Frypan to get black tea.
When I get into the mess hall, I see Frypan trying to teach Thomas how to make a biscuit. I try to contain my laughter when it sticks to the floor. "Hey, Fry. I need some black tea if you have any to spare." He motions for the cupboard. "Take what you need, Raine. You're always welcome in my kitchen." I smile and thank him before grabbing tea and heading back up to Chuck.
Third person POV:
Thomas takes off his apron and heads outside during break. With a sigh, he sits on the ground. When he looks up, he notices Raine doing target practice by the gardens. She was wearing her usual cargo shorts, but she wasn't wearing a shirt; only a sports bra. Thomas couldn't help but stare at her while she threw a knife, hitting the target dead center. He paid attention to all of her features. He looked at her hair, tied up into a messy ponytail. He looked at her toned stomach, her long and toned legs, her body tattoos, and the way her mouth would slowly open every time she through a knife.
"Greenie!" Newt yelled behind him. Thomas almost fell over, ears instantly turning red like he's been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. "I-I.." Newt laughed. "S'okay, Greenie. You're not the only shank that stares at her." Thomas didn't want to admit he was staring at her, but it wouldn't have done any good; because Newt knew. "Does it get annoying having all of these guys stare at her all day?" Newt shrugged. "Sometimes. I understand a little, since she's the only bloody girl here, but it bugs me sometimes." Thomas nods slowly. It must be difficult for Newt, being the apple of her eye, but tons of other guys wanting her as well.
"Do you ever get scared that she'll leave you for one of them?" Newt shakes his head. "I'm not worried. She's always had fancied me, for some bloody reason. Not complaining, though." Thomas glances at her. "Do you ever get scared of losing her in the maze?" Judging by how Newt's eyes darkened, Thomas knew he asked the wrong question. "Honestly, Greenie," Newt mumbled, "Every day of my bloody life."
Newt walked over and gave Raine a cup of water. She smiled and thanked him, before drinking it down in one setting. Thomas couldn't help but have a twinge of jealousy when he bent down to kiss her. He shook his head at himself. What right did he have to get jealous? He didn't have a right at all, and maybe that's what was most upsetting to him.
Raine's POV:
Minho and I head into the maze the next day to test this mechanism. After we head into the maze, we retrace our steps to where we were the night we were trapped. We wonder into section seven. "Weird," Minho mumbles, "Section seven isn't supposed to be open for another few days." I raise my eyebrows. He was absolutely right.
We cautiously walk further into section seven. After we reach a certain point, the mechanism starts making a fuzzy noise. Minho and I freeze in our tracks. "Turn around," I order. He turns around and I grab the mechanism from his pack. I hold it up and slowly walk foward. It starts fuzzing again, but stops when we reach a certain point. I turn around and start walking the other way, and the fuzzing starts again. "I think it's showing the way," I explain to Minho. He shrugs and nods. "Maybe so."
We slowly walk into a section while following the fuzzing noise. I stop and look around before turning to Minho. "Have you seen this place before?" He shook his head. "Never," he mumbled. "I've never seen this section before." We walk down a narrow path to a dead end. "Damn, it's just a dead end," Minho says. After he turns around to walk back, the mechanism beeps, and the walls start to open. Minho and I exchange a look of shock. I slowly start walking foward into the unknown, unmapped territory. "Are you sure about this?" Minho asks. I shake my head slowly. "Nope."
We slowly proceed. Three walls rise up from the key, and a hole opens. "What the hell?" I mumble. Was it really in front of us the whole time? Minho and I approach the hole in the wall carefully. After we get close enough, we see a blinking red light. I furrow my brow and look at Minho. He offers a small shrug and walks closer. He swipes a hand across the bottom and pulls it back. "Grievers," he mumbles. "Wait, Minho! It's-" Before I can finish my sentence, the blinking red light turns into a scanner and scans over both of us twice. We wait for something to happen, but the hole closes back up.
Just what I thought, it's a trap.
"Minho, we need to get back. Now. Run!" We take off into a full sprint as the walls start slamming shut behind us. We run across the long bridge leading to the griever hole. We barely make it before the gate slams shut right behind us. "We need to get out of this section!" Minho yells to me. I nod once before running faster.
The blades were closing quickly. Minho runs on the other side of them, leaving me at the wrong side. I stare ahead, trying to figure out a good time to cross over. I stare at a blade and run full force, running through it and slamming into Minho. We regain balance and take off toward the shutting walls to section seven. We jump up into the walls, and army crawl in the small space. Right before the walls slam shut, we fall to the ground on the other side. We sit up and lean our heads against the wall, taking ragged breaths. "We need to get to Alby, now."
We run back to the Glade to find Alby, to find him waiting for us at the entrance with Newt. "So, you shanks find anything?" Alby asks. We both nod and put our hands on our knees, trying to catch our breath. "What bloody happened out there? All we could hear was all of this slamming." Minho stands up straight and hands Alby the key. "Turns out this thing is a key. We think we might've found a way out." Alby raises his eyebrows? "Really?" I nod in agreement. "Something Minho's never seen before. I think it could be our ticket home." Alby stares at the key before shaking his head slowly. "All this time, and this is all we had to shuckin' do. Props to you shanks, you might've gotten us all-" Before Alby could continue, we heard a familiar siren. "The box?" I ask, Newt and Alby share a skeptical look. It hasn't been a month since Thomas' arrival..
We all gather around the box to wait for it to reach the top. Gally gives Thomas a dirty look. "Not even a month, and creators are sending a new Greenie. Never happened before you came along." People were mumbling all around. It was very strange, but I knew Thomas didn't send this Greenie himself; but it was kind of sketchy.
The box arrived to the top. Alby and Newt get on either side of the doors and pulled them open. Newt jumped down to help the new Greenie. Alby motioned for me to get closer, in case the Greenie had a melt down. Newt shakes the guy a little before looking up at us. "I think he's dead," he says. I furrow my brow and jump in the box with him. "Dead? Surely not." I look at the boy's face. He looks around my age, with Jet black hair like mine. It was kept long and shaggy, but didn't quite reach his shoulders. I reach out to grab his wrist to check his pulse, but as soon as I touch him, he darts into a sitting position; gasping for air. Newt and I stumble backward, and Alby curses under his breath.
The guy looks at Newt first. Newt looked back at him before staring at him with wide eyes. "Newt, what do you see?" Alby asked. Newt couldn't speak. "Newt, are you-" As I speak, the boy jerks his head toward me. We stare at each other with wide eyes.
It was like staring in a mirror.
I stare into the eyes I share with the boy. The same two colored eyes that I have, he has as well. Newt looks up and Alby. "They look like bloody twins." Alby furrows his brow. "No shuckin' way." The boy's eyes roll in the back of his head, before he falls over. His arm shot up in the air, a piece of paper in hand. Newt pryed the piece of paper out of his hand. "What's it say?" Alby asks. Newt looks at me confused before looking at Alby.
"Find you sister. He's the last one.
Ever."
Sorry if you guys wanted Teresa, but I like the idea of Raine being the only female.
