Hello, man Halloween was awesome! I got a sugar high, got scared...laughed while my friend got scared...several times. Huh...it was great.

Anyway! Happy November everyone! The month of Thanksgiving for you people in the States. Once again in Third person with the boys this chapter and feel free to bring up if you feel they are out of character or anything.

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After she left, Alby eyes Newt carefully before glancing towards the opening where she left. "Keep an eye on her."

"Why?" Newt asks, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. "She seems alright."

Alby shot him a look. "I'm not saying she isn't. Didn't you hear her shank? She called you by your name." Newt frowns, still not getting why Alby appeared so bothered…then it hits him. He had never told her his name.

Brown eyes widening in understanding and disbelief, Newt faces the opening again. "Do you think she was lying when she said she couldn't remember?" He turns towards Alby with raised eyebrows, his arms crossed in obvious disapproval if that is the case.

"Relax shank." Alby scoffs, rolling his eyes at Newt's behaviour and explaining. "I don't think she knows she remembers."

The blonde's forehead scrunches in confusion, the image of the girl with her red waves and sparkling hazel eyes popping in his mind. That doesn't explain how she knows my name.

As if reading his mind, Alby says gravely. "I don't like this." He's blunt and Newt sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"I know." The blonde replied, glancing at the door where the girl had left through seconds ago. Forget that she knew his name; everything about the girl from her gender to her unexpected arrival was strange. Not to mention her lack of questions…

Still…the picture of the girl's mischievous smile pops up again, making Newt bite his thumb thoughtfully. There was just something about her that made him like the she-bean.

The realization of how close she came to being in the Maze at night hits him suddenly and his blood runs cold. "What the hell were they playing at? Shoving her in the shucking Maze all on her own; it's like they wanted her to die." Turning to Alby, the brown eyed boy waits for the leader's opinion on the matter to see the older boy staring blankly at the ground with his lips pressed into a grim line. "No…" Newt denied, brown eyes widening and shaking his head angrily.

Alby's head shot up at that, his eyes hard and snapping. "Why not? Maybe the shucking Creators got bored of watching us pick tomatoes all day and wanted to watch something more entertaining. So, they shoved her in there to see if she could find her way out before night and if not, our reactions if we found her body."

For a moment Newt doesn't say anything; allowing Alby to inhale heavily to calm himself down while he thought over his words. Quickly he comes to the conclusion that Alby was probably right. If there was one thing he learned from his two or so years in the Glade, it was that the Creators didn't care klunk about them. They weren't ignorant, not with those damned Beatle Blades watching their every move. So those bastards knew about the number of people who died and still did nothing about it. Not to mention he was pretty sure they were the ones who made the things that killed them in the first place.

So yeah, Newt could see them throwing in a girl to screw with their heads some more for the sake of more entertainment. And as the cherry on the top, put her in the maze to see if she was resourceful enough to get out. In fact, he could almost imagine them, people in lab coats watching their screens obsessively in excitement. Taking notes on what she was doing and placing bets on whether she'd make it out or not. His fists tighten at the thought, feeling angry and sick all at once. He could see it, that didn't mean he had to shucking like it. Or bloody understand it; any of it. Nor would he want to, ever.

He clenches his jaw, looking fiercely up at Alby to show his agreement before something else occurs to him. "Why do yea think they picked her in particular?"

"I don't know." Alby answers almost immediately, sounding tired as he rubbed his hands over his eyes. "But there's a reason. That much, I'm sure."

Newt only nods slightly in agreement and silence falls between the two boys as they ponder over the day's events and what that reason would be. Finally Alby lets out a grunt, inclining his head towards the door. "I'm gonna call a Gathering for tomorrow after giving her the tour…"

"What?" Newt exclaims disbelievingly, staring at Alby like he couldn't believe what he just heard. And really, he couldn't. Alby narrows his eyes and Newt took that as his cue to explain fast. "Mate, I get what you're sayin'. We need order. But nobody knows the girl yet, and some shanks on that council are probably gonna be shuck-bent on kicking her out."

Newt's words are directed to Gally in the last statement. The blonde didn't like the guy, never did even before he was stung. Plus, he saw the way the shuck-face looked at her when she came out. Like she was a dangerous animal that had to be gotten rid of immediately. It didn't help when the larger boy had actually voiced his opinion and confirmed Newt's thoughts. He worried that Gally would try to use the gathering to his advantage. The girl at the very least deserved a fair chance.

Alby, however, sets him at ease. "Slim it Newt, it's just to tell them that she doesn't remember klunk and that she seems alright." When Newt still looked hesitant, Alby added. "And I'll make it clear to the shanks that Banishment isn't an option if they want to call a shucking vote."

Newt visibly relaxes slightly then, that at least was fair. "Good that." He says with a slight smile, Alby clapping a hand on his shoulder and grinning at his friend's acceptance.

"Good that," He replies back; letting go of the blonde's shoulder and going to leave. However, before he even opens the door, Alby spins on his heel and points directly at Newt, seriousness etched in every line of his face. "I'll say it once shank, so listen clear and good. Don't let her distract yea shank. If things were different here I wouldn't give a damn. But we've got to maintain order around here and last thing we need is anything messing with your shuck head."

Newt's smile fades. "What the hell are you talking about?" He retorts, even though he had a feeling he knew precisely what Alby was talking about. Again, that didn't mean he had to understand why.

"Exactly," Alby pronounces, eyeing his friend critically. "Make sure it stays that way."

With that he turned and left, leaving behind a bewildered Newt.

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