A/N: Happy Easter, everybody! Here's another update! Reviews are love!

I, and a couple other boys, including Gally -you could imagine my joy, I glared... he looked away. Ha!- lowered Alby and Newt into the box using long ivy-ropes. I watched Gally closely, something was wrong with the shank... Sure he was an annoying, cold-hearted shuck-faced slint-head, but I knew something was up. There was an odd look about him... his eyes laced with something that just seemed wrong, dark even... almost a sick fascination.

From deep in the shaft came Alby's shout, "Pull us up!" We started pulling on the ropes. A few grunts later, the girl's seemingly lifeless body (Along with Alby and Newt) was dragged out of the Box and onto one of the stone blocks making up the Glade. Everyone immediately ran forward, I put myself in front of her, blocking them, but they formed a packed crowd around us, excitement in the air. There was an eerie silence... It gave me the willies.

I turned to the girl. Thin, but too small, around five and a half feet, just a hair shorter that I (and I still had to look up at most of the shanks here). She looked to be around our age, sixteen or seventeen, none of us really knew. Her hair was pitch-black and shining, standing out against her pale white skin.

Alby and Newt forced their way through, the crowd re-forming behind them.

"How's she?" Alby asked.

"How the Hell am I supposed to know?" I asked, "She's breathing if that's what you wanna know, but only just."

They gave me solemn nods. Alby and Newt turned to each other than to the crowd. newt was pointing straight at Thomas. "Greenie, get over here," he said, not bothering t be polite. Tommy inched forward little by little, a forced calm about him.

"You know this girl, shank?" Alby asked, sounding more than a little pissed.

"Alby-" Newt shot me a look, cutting me off.

"No. Nothing." Thomas shifted, and looked down a his feet, but he seemed honest.

Alby's forehead creased. He didn't believe a word Tommy was saying. "You're sure?"

Thomas's eyes evenly met Alby's glare. "Yes. Why?"

"Shuck it," Alby muttered quietly. He looked back down at the girl. "Can't be a coincidence. Two days, two Greenies, one alive, one dead." Guess he didn't catch the who 'She's breathing' bit.

"You don't think I..." Thomas couldn't finish.

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

"I swear she doesn't look familiar at all," he said.

"Are you-" but before Newt could finished the girl beside me shot up into a sitting position. As she sucked in a huge breath, her eyes flew open. She blinked, looking at the crowd surrounding her. Alby cried out, falling backward. Newt gasped, jumping up. I did the same, "Holy hell," and I stumbled into him.

Piercing blue eyes darted back and forth, as she mutter some incomprehensible words. I crept closer... She spoke, one clear sentence, her voice hollow and haunted.

"Everything is going to change."

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell back to the ground. As she did, her right fist shot into the air, pointing to the sky. Clutched in her hand was a wadded up piece of paper. Newt crept next to me... He looked into my eyes... "Ladies first," he chocked out... And I almost laughed, almost.

I reached out, prying her cold fingers apart and grabbing the paper. With shaking hands I unfolded it... Scrawled across the paper in thick black letting were five horrible, life-altering words:

She's the last one. Ever.

Over my shoulder Newt read the words aloud for all to hear. I felt his hands on my arms, offering comfort in the moment of awed silence that had crept over the Glade. The wind sweeping away any sound. Instead of erupting in mass-confusion, the Gladers stood, dumb-founded, at a loss for words. Newt took the note from my hands, whispering sweet comfort into my ear.

Newt stood, a hand still on my shoulder. They were probably expecting an explanation of some sort, but there was none to be had. Newt simply, crumpled the note in his hand, the veins popping out of his arm as he did so.

Alby cupped his hands around his mouth, "Med-Jacks!"

Jeff with his buzz-cut an lemon-like nose and Clint with his already greying hair, knocked Thomas aside, barreling past."So what do we do with her?" Jeff asked, his annoyingly high-pitched voice making me wince.

"How should I know?" Alby said. "You two shanks are the Med-Jacks- figure it out."

Clint knelt beside me, examining the girl.

"Who said Clint gets first shot?" someone yelled from the crowd as Clint knelt over to hear her heart beat. There were several laughs

"I'm next!"

I lunged, Newt's hands on my upper arms, holding me back. My eyes narrowed and I glared at anyone who dared look at me. Beside me, Alby laid a hand on my shoulder. "If anybody touches this girl," he said, "you're gonna be spendin' the night with the Grievers in the Maze. Banished, no questions." He paused, looking down at me. I nodded in agreement. "Ain't nobody better touch her! Nobody!"

Clint stood, "She seems fine. Breathing okay, normal heartbeat. Though it's a bit slow. Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd say she's in a coma." He turned to Jeff, "Jeff, " he said, "let's take her to the Homestead."

The two carried her off to the Homestead, the crowd parting just enough as to let them pass. "Guess we'll have to see what she does," Jeff said to no one in particular. "We can feed her soupy stuff if she doesn't wake up soon."

"Just watch her closely," Newt said, moving closer to me. "Must be somethin' special about her or they wouldn't have sent her here."

Alby leaned over, getting one more good look at her, "Put her in the room next to Ben's, and keep a watch on her day and night, Nothin better happen without me knowing about it. I don't care if she talks in her sleep or takes a klunk- you come tell me."

"Yeah," Jeff and Clint muttered in unison; then he and Clint shuffled off to the Homestead, the girl's body bouncing as they went. The Gladers finally began talking. Theories flying through the air like dust in the wind.

Alby walked over and grabbed Thomas by the shoulder. "You ain't never seen her before?"

Thomas hesitated before answering, "No...no, not that I remember." His voice was shaky, but did not seem untrue.

"Your sure?" Newt prodded, standing beside Alby.

"I... no, I don't think so. Why are you grilling me like this?" he asked.

Alby turned back to Newt and I. "Something's whacked. Call a Gathering." Newt nodded wrapping arm around my shoulders. Alby gave me a confused glance...

"Are you wearing Newt's shirt and... what did you do to your hair?" Newt and I shared a look, then burst out laughing...

A/N: This ones a little shorter than the others but I think this one is still pretty good. Chances are, next one'll be longer.

PS. In case I don't get another chapter up before Easter... Happy Easter!

To Ahren15:

I was thinking about having her go with them, yes, but I thought I'd make more sense to have her stay back, yelling her lungs for them to hurry up or something, as Newt desperately clings to her, holding her back form charging in after them. And watching as Tommy bolts in after them.

But, I am trying to think of a way I could have her get in there though. I wanna see if I like that more... Any ideas?