I lead Rachel through the Maze to Section 7. I had my dagger in my hand, cutting the ivy off the walls. Rachel followed me as I rounded a corner. But something was off. It wasn't just Rachel's and my footsteps, there was another sound that I couldn't place.

"Stop." I hissed to Rachel.

I put my arm out to push Rachel against the concrete while I peered around the corner. My eyes darted around the passageway, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. When I found none I stepped away and removed my arm. Rachel followed as I began running again.

"What happened?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing. I just thought I heard something." I answered.

Rachel nodded and continued on her way. I kept scanning the area ahead to make sure nothing was there. I rounded another corner, coming across a good rest stop. I leaned against the wall, chugging down the water in my hand. Sliding down it, I let out an audible sigh.

"I should be used to this by now," I said quietly.

"So, you don't normally do this?" Rachel asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm a Soother, I don't like being in the Maze. I only go in if I have to."

Rachel tilted her head. "But when I spent the night in the Maze, it wasn't that hard."

I laughed then looked Rachel in her eyes, "Just because you survived a night, doesn't mean that you're the Queen of it. If you knew what it was like when we first got here, you'd be saying something different. The Shades* are dangerous no matter what day it is." I paused. "Alright, breaks over, let's get back to running." I stood up.

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Rachel and I had been running for a while more. Not noticing that a few feet in front of me, a huge puddle of water had gathered. I kept running, and when my foot connected with the water, she fell backward, hitting my head. I let out a shout of pain. Rachel walked over to me, helping me get up. I rubbed the back of my head, wincing when I put pressure on it.

"You okay Lea?" Rachel asked.

"I'm fine," I replied. "Let's just get finished with this."

I made my way into the next passageway, only to get by something in my shoulder. I reached back and yanked a dart out of my shoulder, then turned around to find who had thrown it. I panicked, seeing a group of people coming towards me. I turned to Rachel.

"Run! Go back now Rach! Go!" I shouted as whatever had been in the dart started to take its toll.

Rachel started running, faster than I had ever seen her go. And it was the last thing I saw before I collapsed and everything went black.

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When I woke up, I panicked again. I was in the Box again, but I wasn't alone. There was another girl in front of me, who looked dead. Trying to slow my breathing down, I reached over and felt the girl's pulse by laying an ear on the girl's chest. I sighed in relief when I heard a steady heartbeat. And after poking her several times, I concluded that Mystery Girl was either in a coma or in a really deep sleep. But even after having calmed down, I couldn't help but see continuous flashbacks from the Box in the Glen.

"Calm down Lee, you got this," I said softly to myself.

But before I could truly settle in for what I knew was a long ride, the Box stopped. When I looked up, the doors slide open revealing two faces. And neither of which were recognizable. They were both boys. I heard shouting coming from one of the boys, and on instinct, I reached for my dagger, holding it tight in my hand.

"It's a couple of girls." A voice said, and I remembered hearing a weaker version of that same accent come from Sonya.

"Girls?"

"I got dibs!"

"What's do they look like?"

"How old are they?"

Then that same voice I'd heard earlier spoke up. "But that ain't bloody half of it. I think one of 'em is dead."

When the boys threw ivy down into the Box, I knew what was happening. They would need to get me out, and then Mystery Girl. The first boy to come down had blonde hair and I only glared at him while holding my dagger up at him threateningly. He looked fairly shocked to see a Mapper's pack on me, slung across my body.

"Who are you, and where the finch am I?" I demanded.

"Calm down there. Put the dagger down so we can get you out, and then you'll find out where you are. Do you have a name, Greenie?"

I nodded and put my dagger back. "I'm Lea. And you?"

Blondie smiled, reaching out his hand. "Newt, nice to meet ya."

I grabbed his hand and stood up. I then grabbed one of the ivy strands and started pulling myself up. I got far enough up so I could sit on the edge of the box and from there I stood up. I glanced around. The place I stood in was similar to the Glen, however, the Homestead was built differently. I stood there and crossed my arms as I waited for Mystery Girl to be lifted up. Finally, she was and Newt and a dark-skinned male sat examining her.

"She's not dead, you know," I said casually.

"What?" The dark-skinned male turned to her.

"I checked her heartbeat already. She's alive, just not conscious." I replied.

Nevertheless, Newt called another boy over. He was tall, with dark brown hair and equally as dark eyes to match. Then Newt motioned to me to come over.

"You know this girl, shanks?" Dark-Skin asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. Couldn't remember her even if I had my memories."

Meanwhile, Brown-Eyes said, "Know her? Of course, I don't know her. I don't know anyone. Except for you two." He pointed at Newt and Dark-Skin

"That's not...," Dark-Skin began. "I meant does she look familiar at all? Any kind of feelin' you've seen her before?"

Brown-Eyes and I shook our heads at the same time.

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Why?" Brown-Eyes said, meeting the glare coming from Dark-Skin.

"Shuck it. Can't be a coincidence. Two days, three Greenies, two alive, one not so much."

MY lip curled into a snarl as I hissed, "I didn't do a thing to her."

"Slim it, Greenie," Newt said. "We're not saying you bloody killed the girl."

Brown-Eyes said something else, but my attention was on the girl. My hazel eyes watched as the girl shot up into a sitting position. Her eyes opened, revealing sharp blue eyes. I launched forward, sensing panic as Newt jumped away, Dark-Skin fell back and Brown-Eyes watched on. I grabbed the girl's palm, making sure the pulse was there as the girl mumbled something.

Then she spoke, voice hollow and haunted, but clear. "Everything is going to change."

My heart leaped into her throat as the girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell back onto the ground. Her arm shot up, and in it was a balled up note. I slightly fought the instinct to feel for her pulse and revive the girl. Newt ran forward and grabbed the note, reading it out. I was too busy looking at the girl to pay attention. I snapped out of it when my instincts took over me and I was feeling for Mystery Girl's pulse. I vaguely noticed a short boy kneeling over the girl to listen to her heartbeat.

"I think she's in a coma," I whispered as I looked up at the boy who was next to me.

"Who said Clint had first shot at her?" Someone yelled. Others laughed. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead deciding to go back on my knees as I watched Clint check for a temperature. "I'm next!"

"If anyone touches this girl or the other one," Dark-Skin's voice said, "you're gonna spend the night sleepin' with the Grievers in the Maze. Banished, no questions. Ain't nobody better touch them! Nobody!"

At the word, Maze, my heart started beating faster than normal. Blood rushed in my ears, drowning out the words of the boys around me. I placed a hand on my heart as I breathed deeply, trying to calm down. After a while, one of the boys placed a hand on my shoulder. "C'mon Greenie. Clint wants to see you."