Hello, hello! It's been awhile, which I thoroughly apologize for. My grandfather passed away on Wednesday, which has been very difficult for me. I've had this chapter pulled up, unfinished, for almost a week. I'm so sorry again for the delay.

Anyways, I know you guys are used to me updating daily, and I apologize for leaving you on another cliff hanger. I'm the worst.

Due to this story starting off as trial and error, I really do hope it's still living up to your expectations. I write specifically for you guys, because I really enjoy making you all happy.

So, Raine has a brother perhaps? How did he get there? What secrets does he hold? What does Thomas have to do with it?

Read and find out!

Raine's POV:

All I saw before crashing down on the ground was Alby charging toward me. After we got the Greenie out of the box, I get the wind knocked out of me by Alby. "Who the shuck is this, Raine?! If you know something, you better shuckin' talk, right now. No more secrets." I hold up a finger and try to catch my breath. "Alby!" Newt scolds Alby and reaches down to pick me up. I brush his hands off and hunch over. "I don't know who he is, Alby. I don't know who he is at all." Alby flared his nostrils and throws the note at me. "Then what the buggin' hell is this, huh? This 'find your sister' nonsense, what's it about then?"

I internally twitched. "Alby, how the fuck would I know that? I'm not down at the other side of that shuckin' box throwing Greenies every which way. So tell me, how the fuck would I know that?" Newt has to hold Alby back before he charged at me again.

"Try asking Thomas," Gally piped up. "I've seen this shank somewhere before. I know for a fact I've seen him. That has to mean something." Thomas shot a glare at Gally. "Knock it off, Gally. I don't know anything." Gally sneered at Thomas. "I've seen you in the Changing, shuck-face. I know for a fact you have something to do with this. It's not Raine's shuckin' fault. If you're gonna let all the blame go to her, then-" I had enough. "Shut the shuck up! Both of you; shut up!" I hold my head, which was starting to hurt. "Clint, Jeff, help me get the Greenie to the infirmary." They nod once before grabbing the Greenie's legs.

Walking to Homestead with Clint and Jeff, I overhear the Gladers mumbling to eachother. I can't help but feel helpless. If this guy was my brother, which I'm almost positive he is, why did he get sent here? Why was he told to find me? What did the note mean by him being the 'last one ever'? How were we going to get supplies? How long would we last without them? Questions swam in my head. Questions I did not know the answer to.

For once, I was completely stumped.

After putting the Greenie in a bed, Clint and Jeff walked off, leaving me alone in the room with him. I sit in the corner chair and let my face rest in my hands. I tried with all of my might to remember him, but nothing came up. All I can remember are voices; voices with no face to match. Voices telling me that 'WICKED is good' and 'Get them out'. I hold my head tighter and squeeze my eyes shut. What the shuck did all of this mean? The pressure was weighing down on my sanity. How much more of this could I take?

A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my trance. I look up to see a worried expression on Newt. I try my best to smile at him. "Hello there, sailor." He gives me a half smile before sitting down in front of me. "How're you holding up, love?" I shake my head slowly. "I wish, I just, I don't know." He nods at me. "So, you don't recognize the poor shank?" I shake my head again. "No, I don't. You believe me, don't you?" He puts a hand on my knee. "I'm always on your side. You should bloody know that by now."

My eyes began to water. "Why? Alby's been your friend for who knows how long. Why go against him?" He rubs my knee. "Alby isn't against you, love. He's just very confused and afraid; even though he won't admit it." I rub my eyes. "What if I had something to do with you being in here?" He shakes his head. "You didn't." It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

After we talked, Newt and I just sat there and looked at each other. I don't know how long we were, but it felt like the right thing to do. I tried to memorize everything about his face. Every laugh line, eyelash, scar; absolutely everything. I held on to the memories of us laying in his bed, laughing and talking about everything. I hold on to every tear we shed together; every hardship we faced. Everything mattered to me, everything with him mattered completely.

Zart snapped me out of my trance when he stormed into the room. "Meeting, both of you need to come." I sigh and slump my shoulders. "Let's get this over with." Newt gives me a supportive hand squeeze. "I've got you, love. Never forget that."

Newt and I make our way to the Meeting Hall. When we walk in, we see all of the keepers talking amongst themselves, and then we see Alby. He was standing, leaning against the beam slightly, and had his arms crossed. "Decide to remember anything, shank?" He asked me sarcastically. "Oh, slim it. I told you, I remember about as much as any other shucking glader here." He gives me a hard look before taking his seat.

"Alright, shanks. I called this meeting to discuss Raine," he motioned towards me. "and the new Greenie." The keepers starting mumbling to each other. I felt my eye twitch. "Why don't we discuss what's more important, Alby? Perhaps the small detail that they're not sending stuff in the box anymore, yes? How long will we last without supplies?" That shut them up instantly. "Alby," Winston said, "What are we going to do?" Alby furrowed his brow in thought. "I don't know yet."

That started an uproar. Keepers couldn't hide their panicked faces. "Slim it!" Newt exclaimed. "All of you slim it. We will figure this out. Maybe they meant that the boy was the last Greenie. Maybe they'll still send bloody supplies." I shook my head. "The box hasn't even gone back down. They aren't sending it up anymore." Alby slammed his hands down on the table. "Speak when spoken to, shank. No one told you to make any comments." I stood up and crossed my arms. "Then why the shuck am I here, Alby? Obviously because you think I have something to do with this; which might I add, is completely illogical." He points at me. "You have to have something to do with this."

Gally stands up. "Can we talk about the fact that nothing weird has happened before Thomas showed up? After he did, weird klunk has been happening ever since." Everyone turned to look at Gally. "Gally, I understand Raine is your friend-" Gally cut Alby off. "Think about it, Alby. Things were normal before Thomas showed up here. Yeah, Raine's the only girl, but something tells me she was taken and dropped here just like us." Alby contemplated what Gally told him. "That still doesn't explain why the shuck-face Greenie looks exactly like her." I shoot Alby a glare. "Maybe circumstances have clouded your judgement, but can't you focus on the biggest problem here? Which is, I repeat, how the shuck are we going to survive without supplies?"

The meeting took us absolutely no where. Alby kept getting on my case about things, and Gally kept complaining about Thomas. I groaned and looked at the ceiling of the meeting hall. How long was this going to last?

Jeff comes busting into the meeting hall. "Woah, Jeff. You're not supposed to be in here during meetings." Alby stated. Jeff pointed back to Homestead. "The Greenie is awake, and I'm pretty sure he's looking for you." Everyone turns to look at me. "Go," Alby orders. "See what he knows."

I walk into the infirmary with Newt and Clint at my side. When I arrive at the doorframe of where the Greenie is, I see him sitting in the owling position with a knife pointed at Jeff. I let out a sigh as Newt chuckles. "Yeah, I can see how you'd be related." He adds. I shoot him a glare before slowly entering the room.

Jeff had his hands up and looks over at me when I walked in. "Control him," He demands. "This is something that someone just doesn't need to go through twice." I roll my eyes and start slowly walking toward the boy. "Hi, Greenie. My name is Raine." He jerks his head toward me quickly. "Who am I? What is this place?" I motion to the knife. "Can I have that? We'll talk after it's out of your hands." He gives me a reluctant look before handing me the knife. "Thank you." I sit on the edge of the bed. "Can you tell me your name?" The boy sits back down on the bed. "Stormy."

"Stormy and Raine, what a fit," Clint mumbles behind me. Newt crosses his arms and leans in the doorway. "Welcome to the Glade, Stormy. I'm Newt, second in command. The leader is Alby, who you'll meet soon enough. That's Raine," He motions to me. "She's our one and only girl." Stormy looks at me cautiously. "The only girl? Then, are you the girl in the note?" I offer a small shrug. "I don't know, to be honest. I'm just as lost as you are. Do you remember anything?" He looks away before continuing. "No," He mumbles. "I don't. All I have are these weird dreams and my name."

That caught my attention. "Weird dreams? What happens in them?" He looks down. "It's fuzzy to me. I remember some lady in a lab coat telling me-"

"WICKED is good." I interrupt him. He nods slowly.

"I also remember this guy there. This guy telling me that whatever I do, I need to find my sister. I don't know what any of it means." I give him a soft smile. "Don't hurt yourself trying to remember. Give your mind a break for awhile, yes?" He nods. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. Shirt, please." He slowly leans up and winces. "You were out for awhile. I bet you're pretty stiff." He nods in agreement. "I am." When he turns around, I notice he has a back tattoo. "I like your tattoo," I comment. He tries to look at it. "What is it?" Newt slowly comes up behind me. "Love, take off your shirt." I look at him skeptically. "Why?" He turns me around and begins to peel my shirt off. Clint panics a bit and leaves the room. "Why is my shirt off, Newt?" He points next to Stormy. "Sit there real quick, turn your back to me." I do what he tells me to.

"Clint!" Newt calls Clint into the room. "Take your hands off of your eyes, Slinthead. This is bloody important." I hear Newt snap. Stormy and I share a look and I just shrug. "Look at this," Newt tells Clint. "Holy shuck," Clint mumbles. "What is it?" Newt trails his finger across my back, and then across Stormy's.

"A sister's love will forever follow you, and A brother's love will always protect you. You both have matching tattoos on your shoulder blades."