Sorry for the short chapter last time! I'll make this one longer I promise!
John shrugged his shoulders. How could he explain that he somehow remembered the boy in the cage when he remembered nothing else? He feigned disinterest for the boy in the cage until Lestrade had him moved to the hospital hut and told everyone else to resume their duties. As John returned to his original task, digging in the forest for fertilizer, his mind continually wandered to the boy who called his name, the boy in the cage, the boy in his flashbacks.
John thought about the Maze outside the Glade. He'd managed to convince Mike to tell him about it while he helped cook one night. The Runners, including Molly and Seb, would go out into the Maze every day and map it. They'd map the changes in the Maze all day, and when they returned back, the leader, Molly, would search their findings for a way out. They had to be careful though, not to get stuck in the Maze overnight. That's when the Grievers came out.
He'd heard about Grievers from the others, although no one had actually seen one and lived long enough to tell about it. John heard them at night, out past the wall, clicking and grinding. He'd been told about the Changing; when you got stung by a Griever you remembered your past life for a precious few minutes before you went mad.
He'd never actually seen anyone go through the Changing before until he felt a hand on his throat. "You bastard!" Seb yelled as he pushed John to the ground. "This is your fault! All of this!"
As he was yelling, John managed to scramble free of Seb and ran as fast as he could out of the forest. He knew Seb was hot on as heels as he ran, yelling for someone to help him. As he ran, a few Gladers took notice and ran to hold Seb back.
Lestrade walked up with a questioning look on his face. "What happened?"
"He just attacked me!" John exclaimed, leaving out the part where he blamed him.
"It's all his fault!" Seb yelled. "I see it all now!"
"You've been stung, Seb. You're mad." Lestrade shook his head sadly.
At the end of the day, just before the doors closed, the Gladers pushed Seb out. Let the Grievers deal with him, they'd say, trying to justify that they'd just sentenced a boy to death. John was disgusted.
"We can't have him in the Glade, John. He tried to kill you." Lestrade tried to tell him but John shook his head. There had to be a better way.
The next morning, Lestrade went out into the Maze with Molly.
"Grievers stung him during the day. That's suspicious, usually they come out right before the doors close," he explained, "I have to go see where it happened."
John had a bad feeling about Lestrade entering the Maze. He sat at the entrance for hours, staring at the large stone walls, only leaving to check up on the boy in a coma in the hospital.
It was sundown when John started to get visibly nervous. Neither Lestrade nor Molly had returned yet and the doors were about to close.
He choked as he saw them turning a corner just as the large stone doors moved. They'd never make it. Lestrade seemed to be unconscious and Molly was dragging him with his arm around her neck. She seemed to read John's eyes before even he knew what he'd do.
"No, John! Don't do it! Leave us!" She screamed at the closing doors but John ignored her as he slipped through them into the Maze just as they ground shut.
Hope you liked it! More soon!