AN: I don't own anything except my OCs. I don't own the song. Lurk belongs to The NBHD.

Madison (as Monroe), the Glade.

Impulsive. It got to her, somehow. It tugged her insides. Urging her to do something daredevil-ish. And she followed it. She didn't know why but she did.

She had overheard from earlier that it would only take at least three hours more before those massive walls closed.

It surprised everyone when she ran towards the walls, even after being told not to. The gut feeling was way too strong to avoid.

"What the shuck!? Get the greenie!" Alby ordered, Newt limping right behind him.

Everyone stood still for too long, making Monroe disappear in the maze walls, not to be followed, not now.

Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Several turns more. She assured herself. She wasn't familiar with this place. Why did she know where to go? Did she get herself lost? No. She remembered her path. She wasn't dumb to lose her way. She looked around. No crumbs. Where were the crumbs?

As she tried to rack her brain to recall the path she took, she bumped into Minho.

"Greenie?" He looked like he could've never put the pieces together.

"What the klunk are you doing here?" Minho panted.

"Dunno. My mind's crazy." Monroe lied smoothly.

"You know the rules, right─"

"Do you honestly think I care?" Monroe interrupted. Minho's temper flared.

"I understand that you're confused and all, greenie, but you have to comply."

"I don't care." Monroe snapped.

"Then don't go back." Minho began to jog away.

"Why am I so damn impulsive?" Monroe whispered to herself.

"Wait!" She yelled. Damn impulsivity.

"What?" Minho turned to her irritably.

"I want to face them. And I lost my crumbs to get back."

"Ladies first." He responded mockingly.

"HA! Hilarious. Really." Monroe deadpanned. Minho smirked.

Getting back to the gates was fairly simple now. Minho was there as her map anyway. She began humming as they jogged slowly to where they needed to be at.

Then began singing the lyrics under her breath.

"I want what I ask for, I get what I want."

"I'm thinking we should ride,

To a place that we don't know

To a place where no one's seen us before

I'm thinking, you and I

Better just go with the flow

Last thing that we should do is go slow."

"What's that you're saying, Monnie?" He teased.

"I…" She stammered. Would you really act like this, right now?

"Cat got your tongue?" He continued to tease her. And she wanted to tackle him to the ground so he'd stop. Do you care that much?

He heard her sing those words. It wasn't the typical melodic thing. It was raw. Like honesty. She wasn't trying to be in tune too much. Just enough so she'd sound like she was chanting. For some reason, he liked it.

She didn't say a word when they got back and he didn't push. Which was out of character for him, at least.

Alby went all sorts of ballistic on Monroe. And she kept rolling her eyes at every sentence he said. It was chaotic. The Gladers were yelling amongst themselves. The Keepers were arguing and Newt was trying to calm them down. And yet, Monroe stood there, calmly. Like nothing even mattered.

"Go to the Slammer. Now. Before I banish you." Alby hissed. That finalised everything.

"Isn't she supposed to be banished?" One guy yelled. She didn't know his name. Not that she cared anyway.

"Cut her some slack, shank! She just got out from the shuckin' box yesterday. She still might be loopy." One other argued.

It was blurry to her, the noise.

All she could remember was the singing. Why did she burst out into song? That was total princess move. She wasn't a doll. Or was she?

Someone took her arms and put them right behind her back. She didn't protest. She didn't try. Not even a little bit.

Then the person shoved her inside the prison that was the Slammer. It didn't look like one. It was paradise to the ones she'd seen in her imaginations.

"I'll give you a good day for you to realise the mistake you've done." Alby instructed.

"I don't need it. I'm not guilty." Monroe replied sharply.

"You broke our order. Without order comes chaos. That was what the Glade was like before everything else came into place. You understand, shank?"

"Don't guilt-trip me, it's not going to work."

"It wasn't guilt-tripping. I am trying to let you understand that once everything unravels because of this, you'll be held accountable."

"Fine, I'll play nice." Monroe gritted her teeth. Alby's face was still marred with a frown, but he was convinced with the answer.

But was she?

By the next day, she was freed. By Newt. Alby was still pissed at her to even open the key for her freedom. Not that being out of the Slammer was a lot of freedom, but still, it was something. It was a lot better than cramped into one small space for a minor fault. Or maybe major. She didn't know boys were dramatic.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"What was that?" She could practically hear Newt enjoying this. He knew by now that she wasn't that overly appreciative person.

"Thanks. Are you deaf?" She faced him.

"No." Newt laughed.

"Well, remember this, because it might be the last time I'll thank you."

"Sure thing, greenie." He smirked.

"Now get me to Frypan. I need the meat."

"Allow me, then." He gave a mock bow to which Monroe responded with a head shake.

She was here for only three days. They said the alarms go off every week for supplies and every month, they'd get a new member.

Right after eating, Newt instructed her to follow him.

Doing that, he handed her a dagger.

"Go on. Put ya name on there." She said nothing. But did what he said.

Written in a neat scrawl was the name Monroe.

And it didn't belong there.

The alarm went off. During her three day stay. Now they'd have more reason to distrust her. She didn't need that.

There was a package. Neatly wrapped, with the name 'Monroe' on it. Gally got it for her. She sat on the grass, and opened the box. Inside was a device.

It was a voice recorder. As far as she could tell.

Pressing the 'Play' button, she couldn't believe what she heard.

Her own voice. Or was it?

And it said the words she never thought of saying before.

AN: Hope this made up for a week without updating. I had a lot on my plate last week. Hope you understand.

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