Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

16

The next day, after coming in from the maze after a very exhausting day of running, Bree came back to the glade to find a very loud siren going off.

She jogged over to a bunch of gladers clustered around the box.

"What's happening?" She asked, still breathing hard from her day of running.

"New greenie's coming." Someone answered.

It had been a month already!
She felt like it had only been a few weeks, obviously it'd been longer.

A few minutes later, the sound stopped.
She heard yelling from inside the box.
It was obviously a male voice, much to Bree's dismay.

She noticed that Alby and Newt had gotten on either side of the box and opened the doors together.

She could get a good look at the squinting, new glader.

He looked small, but had a good build. He was probably fifteen.
He had short blonde hair.
That's all Bree could see.

Newt stepped forward and helped the trembling, confused boy out of the box.
Most of the gladers laughed at him and pointed.

Bree had to bite the inside of her cheek to not yell at anyone.

"W-where am I?" The boy asked.

"Can you tell me your name?" Alby had stepped over to them now, trying to get the group to spread apart.

"Bernard." He mumbled.
"Okay, Bernard," Alby started, "This is the glade, where we live. We call ourselves the gladers. Never leave the glade."

As if on cue, Newt walked over.
She guessed he was the one that always took care of the greenies when they first got here.

"I'm Newt. Welcome to the glade." He said to him.

Bernard shook his hand.
"Newt, get him some food and a place to sleep." Alby told him, and walked off.

Newt then took Bernard in the direction of Frypan's.

Bree noticed it was around dinner time anyway, so she went over with Thomas.
They got some soup from Frypan and sat at their normal picnic table.
Newt was already there, along with Bernard, who looked like a lost puppy.
"Where's Chuck and Minho?" She asked.

Newt shrugged. "Probably on their way."

Bree noticed Bernard looking at her.
"Oh, I'm Bree," she said, "and this is Thomas."

She gestured to Thomas and he nodded.

"Hi." He said.

Thomas wasn't really that social if you really thought about it.

Not long after the small social encounter from Thomas, Minho and Chuck showed up with their dinner.
"How's it feel to not be the greenie anymore?" Minho asked her.

Bree shrugged.
"Good, I guess." She replied.
No one had really called her 'greenie' that much anyway.

~

The next few days were as boring as ever.

She just ran every day. Nothing else to do.

It's not like she didn't like running, or didn't like her job, because she did. She really did.

Sometimes, it just got a little boring.
Ok, not sometimes. All the time.

Bree had realized that Minho and the other runners have been searching the maze for two years and they hadn't found anything besides grievers, vines, and the stone walls and floor.

Running could be as pointless as trying to do a job you suck at, and can't do at all, so it's no help.

But it isn't pointless.

There had to be a way out of here, inside the maze or not.

Bree had been told the story of a glader jumping down the box hole to try and get out.

Everything from half his waist down, is gone. He is now buried in the deadheads.

She saw it, one day.
It's by all the other graves, except this one was in a metal box with a glass covering over it.

There was a plaque on it that read; Let this half shank be a warning to all; you can't go through the box hole.

Yet there had to be some way out.
She had no idea why she was here, but she knew there had to be at least one good reason why she was stuck in here with everybody else.

No one could just put them here, and just leave.

She knew they didn't leave though.
Beetle blades were everywhere, and Thomas told her that's how the creators watched them.

Beetle blades look like a small mechanical bug.

You couldn't touch it, it was way to fast.
They were kind of annoying. All they did was stare at you, with its bright red light shining from an antenna.
The only weird thing about beetle blades is that they all had WICKED written across their back.

She asked others and they didn't know.
Of course they didn't. No one knew much about this place anyway.
Thomas said he tried to figure out what it was, but gave up later, saying it wasn't worth it, and if you did find out- it was useless information.

She didn't believe that one bit, but she didn't tell Thomas she thought about the topic.

Everything was just so weird around here.

Bree hated it.

She was starting to hate every minute here.

No one had any hope.

She hated that.

~

The next day was a day Bree would never forget.

She was running in the maze, like every other day.

She was counting her steps just because she had nothing else to do.
On her way back, she heard a noise.
It wasn't moaning at all, but, a metallic, whirring, clicking sound.

It was loud, she could tell, which meant whatever it was, was close.

She stopped running.

She tried to listen closely, as if the sound would indicate whatever the thing was.

The air around her seemed to get heaver with every passing second, and she held her breath, anticipating whatever was coming.

She got ready to run, but she couldn't.
She was to curious to find out what it was.

Just then, something turned the corner

It was a griever.

And it was coming straight at her.
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