A/N: Sorry for the insanely long wait. I wasn't sure if anyone was reading this anymore. Please let me know if you are. I have a whole lot more typed up. I just need to edit and post. Thanks to anyone who's put up with me so far! PM me about anything you'd like in the story or just things you want to talk about. I don't know... all my fandoms just make me want to cry. But um yeah...

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It was Teresa.

The mountains slope was just a few hundred feet away. Standing about halfway and approaching at a quick pace was Teresa. She seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Just… poof and there she was. In her hands she held a long shaft of wood with a large, nasty looking blade attached to one end.

On both sides of her other girls began to appear, they too, seeming to appear out of thin air. Turning around, I noticed we were surrounded by a grand total of around twenty girls. All armed with various knives, rusty swords and jagged looking machetes. Several of the girls had bows and arrows… of which were pointed right at us.

They all stopped about thirty feet away from us, forming a complete circle around us. They all stood stiffly, but ready, eyes squinted and weapons held out in front of them.

Thomas had stepped up beside us.

Minho spoke first. "What's this crap about Teresa? Nice way to greet your long-lost buddies."

Teresa didn't answer the question, silence enveloped the group as the sun continued to rise in the background, inching towards the point where the heat would become unbearable.

I didn't notice Newt's sudden appearance at my side, but once he was there I felt slightly better… and more worried.

She stalked forward, once again, this time stopping about ten feet in front of us.

"Teresa?" Newt questioned, "What the bloody-"

"Shut up," Teresa said. She didn't snap or yell. She said it calmly with conviction, which somehow made it all that much more frightening. "And if any of you makes a move, the bows start shooting."

I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to say anything. Not to tackle her to the ground and force that weapon from her hands.

She brought her spear up to a better fighting position, and swept it back and forth as she stepped past us and through the Gladers. As if she were searching for something. What? I didn't know. She paused with her spear pointed at Brenda. Neither said a words, but the hatred between them was painstakingly obvious. Teresa moved past her, but never dropped the icy stare.

She stopped in front of Thomas, who whispered her name in absolute shock.

Teresa didn't move. She didn't even speak.

"Teresa, what's-"

"Shut up." Again she said it in that calm voice that commanded attention. It wasn't like her.

"But what-" Thomas began again, confused.

She reared back and swung the butt of her spear at him. It made contact with his right cheek, knocking him to his knees.

Newt caught my lunge towards her, an arm wrapped around my waist, stopping my proceedings as Teresa continued on. He was holding me flush against his chest, like he was afraid I'd do something… which I would, but… he was a momentary distraction, my thoughts torn from him as Teresa spoke again.

"I said shut up." She then reached down and grabbed him by the shirt, jerking him upwards until he was again standing. "Is your name Thomas?"

The hell?

Thomas gaped at her, not understanding of the situation. To be honest, I don't think any of us did. "You know who I-"

She swung the spear again, harder this time, crashing the bladeless end into the side of his head. He cried out, clutching at his head, but didn't fall. "You know who I am!"

"I used to anyway," she said in a softer voice, but it held no small amount of disgust. "Now I'm going to ask you one more time. Is your name Thomas?"

"Yes!" He yelled right back at her, angry and confused. "My name is Thomas!"

She nodded, beginning to back away from him, the point of the blade pointed at his chest. The boys back out of her way as she moved back towards the circle of girls. She stopped in front of me.

"What?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "Forget my name too?"

"Are you MaC?"

I rolled my eyes, already fed up with her newfound attitude. "Yeah, what of it?"

"You're coming with us," she said. "Thomas too!" She called out. "Come on. Remember, anyone tries something, the arrows fly."

"No way!" Both Minho and Newt were shouting. "You're not taking them anywhere!"

"Look, Teresa," I said taking a step forward, "I don't know what happened to you, or why you suddenly decided you can go all psycho on us, but I'm thinking that you owe us an explanation."

"I don't owe you anything," she snarled, stalking forward and meeting me toe for toe.

"Yeah?" I questioned, "Well, Tommy over there's been nothing but good to you since the minute you arrived in the Glade and I don't know what the bloody hell your problem is but you need to get over it. Quick… 'Cause I ain't putting up with any of your klunk," I seethed, showing her away from me.

"Remember who has the bow and arrows," she shot back then turned to the group. "This isn't some stupid game. I'm going to start counting. Every time I hit a multiple of five, we'll kill one of you with an arrow. We'll do it until Thomas and MaC are the only ones left, then, we'll take them anyway. It's up to you."

"One!" Teresa shouted.

I gritted my teeth, balling my hands into fists and not moving an inch.

Thomas didn't waste a second. We pushed through the crowd and when he reached the open walked right up to Teresa, ignoring everyone, every comment, every protest. Everything. He walked until he was standing right in front of her, and then he stopped, looking down at her and saying. "Fine. Take me."

"I only got to one," Teresa commented.

"Yeah, I'm really brave that way," he commented. Then they looked to me, standing just a few feet to their right.

She hit him with the spear and I was too slow to stop her. It was harder than the last and sudden, right across the jaw, he didn't even have time to cry out, he was already on his knees, coughing up blood. And stupid me, had just rushed to his side.

"Bring the bag," Teresa said.

I blatantly ignored her, instead grabbing a hold of Tommy and turning him to look at me and holding up two fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Two," he grumbled, getting to his knees. "I'll be fine."

"There's our manly man," I grinned, punching his shoulder lightly.

In my peripheral vision I saw two of the girls approaching, their weapons hidden away somewhere. One of them was a dark-skinned girl with hair cut almost to her scalp. She was holding two large frayed burlap sacks. I got to my feet before they were close enough to do anything.

"We're taking them with us!" Teresa yelled. "If anybody follows. I'll him 'em again and we'll start shooting you. We won't really bother aiming, just let the arrows fly any old way they feel like."

"Teresa!" Minho shouted. "You catch the Flare that quickly? Your minds obviously gone already!"

The spear crashed into the back of my head and I fell to my hands in knees in shock as stars danced across my vision. I shook my head, and moved to get back to my feet only to be met by the shine of the blade.

"Anything else you wanna say?" Teresa said. I took a breath, looking back at the Gladers from my crouched position. They were visually fuming. Hands were balled into fists, jaws clenched and muscles tense. But they weren't who I was worried about. I was worried with a certain blonde haired boy with his fists balled, visibly fuming and struggling not to move. Minho was standing in front him, seemingly as physical restraint and met my gaze with a hard nod. He'd take care of things. He'd come get us.

He wouldn't let Newt do anything stupid…

"Didn't think so," Teresa said, ending the moment of silence. "Put the bag over them."

Hands grabbed at my shoulders and attempted to spin me onto my bag. I knocked their hands away with force, gritting my next words through clenched teeth. "Try to stuff me in that bag and you have another thing coming."

Thomas moaned in pain beside me.

They took the momentary distraction as an opportunity to hit me over the back of the head and attempt to shove the burlap sack over my head. Shaking off the wave of dizziness I regained my footing and knocked their hands away. I was NOT going to be shoved into a bag!

"Just knock her out and be done with it!"

"Don't touch her!"

What I'm assuming was a rock or a shovel or something of that nature made contact with the side of my head and everything went fuzzy as I fell to my knees and the world began to spin, fading into darkness.