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I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I felt someone lightly shake my shoulder, "Liv," a familiar voice called softly, and my eyes shot open.

"Newt—Newt, why are you here?" I questioned him, as I sat in the edge of my sleeping bag.

"Everyone is already working and I saw you were still sleep—" Newt was cut off by me.

"Wait—Shuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't get enough sleep last night," I explained to Newt who smiled softly, he was looking at me funnily.

"It's okay, I bloody understand." He glanced at me. "It's not your fault, you know?"

"Hmm," I hummed, "It was partly my fault, I mean, if I hadn't run and yelled for help, he would still be alive today and—"

"But you would've been gone." He took a deep breath, and sat beside me after he spoke with a silver tone in his voice.

"That wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?" I chuckled.

He shook his head indicating no, "If you were gone who else would piss Alby off?"

"Good that." We laughed, at least my sadness was gone when I talked to Newt. I stared at him, he had such beautiful features: His blond hair, his perfectly curved lips, and God, his eyes—his eyes, there's something calming about his eyes.

"You look like Tommy, you know?" Newt stated.

"I do?"

"Yeah, you guys have the same hair, nose, and same eye color." Newt explained.

"Wow—" I chuckled, "Have you been watching us?" I teased him a bit as his cheeks turned bright pink.

"Why would I watch Tommy?" I shrugged.

"Maybe you like him," His eyes went wide, I let out a soft laugh, "I was only joking, but it's okay, you know."

He nodded his head, "I know it's okay, I just don't like him that way."

There was a brief moment of silence between us, it wasn't an awkward type silence, it was the comfortable one, at least for me, I hoped we're one on that one.

"Hey, do you know what's up with Gally? Ever since me and Thomas got here, that shank always looked at us warily,"

He sighed deeply, "He's been through the changing, I don't know what he saw. However, he wasn't a slinthead back then." I raised my eyebrow, he grinned, "He wasn't as bad as now," I nodded my head, it was hard to imagine Gally as a decent person, maybe because I've never witnessed him doing something decent to someone—well he helped me remember my name but by beating the klunk out of me, which wasn't kind. "Liv," Newt waved his hand in front of my face.

"Ehh, yes?" He chuckled.

"I said, I can't wait till we get out of here." I couldn't help but agree with him, even though I've only been here for a couple of days.

"Why do you hate this place so much?" I questioned him, "I mean you guys have water, food, shelter, and protection from the grievers. They sound nasty. It's somehow a paradise here,"

"The people are sick, though…" Newt shrugged.

"Well, whoever put us here are sick." I talked back to him as I tied my shoulder-length brown hair in a ponytail.

"The gladers can be too." I glanced at him, he was staring at nothing.

"Was the banishing one of the gladers' ideas?" He nodded answering my question.

"Yeah, someone suggested it and the keepers decided to make it the official punishment," He said, "Its purpose is to keep order around this place, when one went nuts, we banish them. You've seen it." He explained further in a glint of sadness in both his eyes and his voice. "And the next morning we will find the collar of the banished glader at the doorstep of the maze."

"How many banishment has ever happened?"

"Four. All are as nasty as the one you've seen."

"That's sad, anyway, where's Alby?" I asked as I stood up, getting ready for my job.

"He's looking for the dead griever." He stated simply.

"Wait, what?" He nodded his head, "How come he gets to come to the maze?"

"He's the leader, shuck it." He laughed, standing up. We walked together to the garden, I have noticed his limp ever since I've seen him, I just didn't have the courage to ask him.

I was about to open my mouth to ask Newt about his limp since we have gotten close, but Zart had to interrupt me, "LIV! You're late." Ugh, I knew I would get chewed out by Alby, but I wasn't expecting Zart to chew my head off.

"Sorry," I apologized, "See you later, Newt." I waved him goodbye and smiled. There's something familiar about him, and I'm going to find out sooner or later.

"He has the hots for you, you know?" Mason told me as he harvesting some veggies. I looked at him as if he was jacked. He put his hand up in surrender, "Don't look at me like that, I just told you from my investigation,"

"You really are jacked, Mace." I laughed, as he kept shaking his head, slightly annoyed at me.

"He's nice to you—"

"He's Newt. He's nice to everyone,"

"Quit the chit chat you shanks, we have a lot to do." Zart glared at us, as me and Mason continued our work.

I noticed someone that had been following me and watched me intensely. "Who are you?" I asked him.

"Adam." He introduced himself, "I just thought you are really pretty and Zart had told me earlier to watch you work, of course I agreed. I got the chance to stare you all day, closely. I couldn't be happier,"

I was about to reply to his flirty comment, but my eyes went to Thomas and Newt who was talking by the west wall. "Can we sit together at—" I barely heard him because I ran off to join my friends. As soon as I got to them, I could tell something was wrong, it was written all over their faces.

"What's going on guys?" I asked.

"They should've been back now." Newt stared in the maze, waiting for them.

"They haven't back yet?" Worry spreading across my face. If they're not back by this time, they would be stuck in the maze. In Newt's, words no one has ever survived a night in the maze, which was scary. Newt fiddled his finger, and avoided eye contact with anyone. "Well someone should go inside and try to find them." I said as I dragged my feet towards the gate, but Newt grabbed my hand, and pulled me next to him.

"You're bloody insane," Newt scolded me, "You go in there, and the maze closes off. You're never coming back again," I stared at the maze, "Please, I don't want you to get hurt too."

"Well, where are the runners? They should help," Thomas said, determination thick in his voice.

Newt stood directly at the front entrance, he was shaken up and he couldn't hide that. "They're smart enough to figure out that if they come in right now they wouldn't get out."

"Are you sure no one has survived over night?" I asked.

"Yes." Newt replied sadly, before ordering us, "You guys go eat dinner then get to bed."

"But—" I started.

"Go," He told me strictly. I got the hint, Thomas took me by the shoulder and started walking to Frypan's kitchen.

What if Minho and Alby didn't get back? Wait, why weren't they back already? I mean Minho's a shucking runner, he would've remembered the way out. Something terrible must have had happened, otherwise they would be here by now. I think I had an idea what happened to them, but it was terrible, I hope I'm not right.

We stayed quiet as we walked, Thomas probably had the same idea as me.

"Finally, I'm starving…" Thomas said as soon as we arrived, he dragged me towards the food.

"You barely touched your food." Thomas said, pointing at my food.

He was right, I couldn't eat—How can I eat when I know Alby and Minho still in the maze? They were in danger and I could feel it. "I'm full just by watching you eat. Come on. Thank you, Fry." Frypan gave me thumbs up, as I dragged Thomas out of Frypan's kitchen.

We were heading for our sleeping bags, until we saw Newt pacing back and forth in front of the gate. Thomas and I ran to him, "Where are they?"

"They aren't here. They aren't shucking back yet!" Newt ran his finger through his hair, "The gates are going to be closed, why aren't they bloody back yet?!" His eyes narrowed at the gate.

I grabbed his hand, which was shaking uncontrollably. A minute later we heard a scream. I turned to the left and saw Minho was dragging Alby's body towards the glade.

"Hey, Get back here." Newt waved at them with his free hand.

"Does it not look like I'm trying?!" Minho screamed back, he was struggling to drag Alby. It was slowing him down, that's why they didn't get back earlier. Then it happened, the gates began to close. I let go of Newt's hand because my hand began to sweat. I had to do something. Maybe I could help Alby and Minho

They were halfway there, I inched forward, "Don't you dare!" Newt warned me, I looked Thomas stepped beside me, I looked at him, he nodded his head.

"I'll see you soon Newt. I promise." I yelled as I ran through the gates, which was still closing, followed by Thomas. I could hear Newt's voice yelling at us to stop and get back, but it was too late. It was already closed.