Save Me From Myself

"It's really not bad here once you get used to it! If you get a good job, it'll be even better; that's what I told Thomas!" the younger boy that had been super sweet to me upon my arrival, Chuck, told me.

"I bet, Chuck," I smiled back appreciatively before taking a bite of my turkey sandwich.

Closing my eyes, I sighed with content; it was probably the best turkey sandwich that I could ever remember eating.

"Doesn't Frypan make the best food? Whoever put us here picked the perfect chef!' Chuck mentioned excitedly, as if everything was fun to talk about. Covering my mouth with my hand as I chewed, likely by habit, I swallowed quickly.

"I wish moods were contagious.. I would definitely want yours!" I laughed, shaking my head.

Newt had been asked to watch Ben while Alby gave Thomas the grand tour of the Glade, despite not being able to finish mine. I was okay with that, however; it just gave me more time to explore the place by myself.

It was supposedly around lunchtime, so I had asked Chuck to lead the way to the kitchens. He had happily obliged, of course; the younger boy seemed to want to be accepted so badly. How could he not make you smile? There I had met a few of the others, such as Frypan (the Glade's personal chef) and an older boy who went by the name of Stan.

A few of the boys (including Gally, who still didn't sit right with me) had offered me a seat at their table or area, but I politely declined so I could sit with Chuck, something that made his day.

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As Chuck and I were finishing up our tasty lunches, I heard Alby's annoyed tone pass through my ears. Leaning forward a bit so that I could see past Chuck, I found Alby and a confused Thomas standing in front of the Blood House.

Alby had the same bored look with a perfect scowl still plastered onto his face as he pointed toward the giant building. Thomas, on the hand, looked quite grossed out and disturbed, sporting the same look that I had probably been using at first sight of the Blood House.

"Thomas seems like a good guy. He's pretty nice, Sutton; I think you two would get along!" Chuck's voice butted in to my thoughts.

As I stared at Thomas' long, strong frame, I couldn't help but wonder: Why is he so familiar?

Everything about him sparked something inside of my body, as if I had known him at some point in my life. Judging on the way he had reacted upon seeing me for the first time, I can only imagine that he feels the same way.

My heart's beating sped up as the two made their way towards us so Alby could show Thomas the Homestead.

I tried to look the other way so neither of them would notice me, but all of my attempts failed when Chuck's tiny voice shouted out, "Hey Thomas! Hi Alby!".

Both pairs of eyes drifted over towards us, Alby's eyebrows narrowing while Thomas' rose in surprise. I tried to avoid both sets of eyes as they reached us, but when Alby started to speak, I knew that I couldn't just ignore him.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to work soon, Chuck?" Alby asked the boy, a harsh tone to his voice. Chuck took the last bite of his sandwich before responding.

"Well yes, but—,".

"So get to it, then. I doubt Sutton wants you bothering her," Alby told him, throwing his hands to his hips.

I couldn't help but want to laugh at his somewhat girly stance.

"It's fine, really. Chuck works hard, don't you think he deserves a break once and a while?" I said, folding my hands in my lap.

By this point, it was really up in the air as to who had the girliest stance. Alby shot me a look as if to say "Don't push it", before turning back to Chuck.

"Get working,".

Chuck turned to me, smiled, then got up and headed off to.. Well, Hell if I know. Watching him walk away, I heard Thomas ask a question, which Alby ignored rudely. Ready to confront Alby about his rude persona, my body flew off of the bench with a mind of its own. An ear-piercing screech belted from the top floor of the Homestead, making me cringe.

"The hell is that?!" Thomas shouted, covering his ears with his large hands.

"Ben," both Alby and I replied in unison.

Looking back between us and the Homestead, Alby's scowl faltered.

"I've got to go handle this.. Make sure Newt didn't screw things up too much, the shuckface," Alby hissed.

My eyebrows rose in surprise at Alby's comments towards Newt.. Aren't they supposed to be best friends?

"I'm sure he's trying his best with the poor guy.." I suggested plainly, but stopped speaking when Alby's eyebrows knitted together, forming an X across his forehead.

Judging by the look on his face, he wanted to say something rude back, but decided against it. Pointing towards Thomas, he finally spoke.

"Show him some of the more important places around here. Didn't get to finish his shuck tour, either,".

Nodding silently, my eyes casted downward, away from the icy glare I was getting from Alby.

What had I done?

Starting at a mere jog, Alby made his way towards the Homestead to check on Ben. I was about to sit back down on the bench when I heard a loud creaking coming from behind me.

Thomas had had the same idea, for he was now sitting down on the bench with his head placed between his hands. I couldn't help but stare at him, not really wanting to say anything. When I had first seen the guy, I had had so many questions—now we're finally alone and I couldn't think of one.

Making sure I was as far away from the kid as I could get, I sat down on the bench, squeezing my eyes shut at the loud creaking sound. Sitting in an awkward silence, I decided that I would let him speak first.

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"How long have you been... Here, again?" I heard Thomas's quiet voice ask from between his hands.

"Today is Day Number Three," I told him proudly, shooting him a smile.

If we were stuck together, we might as well be cordial. He smiled back, although his wasn't as big as mine.

"Didn't expect that," he snorted, shaking his head slightly.

Leaning back against the arm of the bench, I tucked my legs up against my chest so I could turn to face Thomas directly.

"Why's that?" I asked him curiously.

For someone who seemed so familiar, I don't remember him being so rude.

Then again, I don't remember much.

"You just seem so comfortable here. Yesterday you defended me, even if you were joking.. Seems like you're pretty normal despite the craziness around us," Thomas explained to me slowly, staring into my eyes.

After his long explanation, I shrugged, not really knowing how I seemed so 'cool'.

"Trust me, I'm just as confused as you are.. Why are we here, what are we supposed to be doing? Why can't I remember shit?".

"I think you mean klunk.. I think; don't quote me on that," he replied, smiling a little.

"I haven't really caught on to their 'Glader talk' yet, either. Looks like we're on the same boat in this crazy ocean," I sighed, laying my chin against my knees.

Something flickered in Thomas' eyes, but I couldn't tell exactly what.

"Say that again," he told me, the joking in his tone gone.

"Say what again?".

"What you just said!" Thomas replied, urging me on with his hands.

"Umm... We're stuck in the same boat in this crazy ocean?" I repeated to him slowly, confused.

When he didn't say anything, I grew even more confused.

"Okay, what's your deal?" I asked, more harshly than I intended to.

"What do you mean?" Thomas replied, running a hand through his short hair.

Hearing his response, I shot him a look that practically said, 'isn't it obvious'?

"One moment you seem like a normal teenage boy, then the next moment you're creeping me out. Don't get me wrong, we haven't known each other long, but you must get what I'm saying here," I told him through one long breath, inhaling deeply when I was done speaking.

Looking down, I saw Thomas' hands shaking slightly.

"I didn't scare you or something, did I? I know Alby and Newt can be intimidating!".

I hoped my words had come out as an apology, but they sounded pretty defensive.

"No, I'm sorry. This is obviously weird, and crazy, and just not possible; I'm just freaking out all over again, is all. I just feel.." Thomas started, but stopped mid-sentence when he noticed my hard stares.

"No, go ahead," I told him, urging him on.

"I just feel like this entire place is a major case of déjà vu. Everything seems so familiar!" Thomas groaned, squeezing his temples tightly.

Watching him silently, I tried to analyze what he was trying to say. Basically, he feels the same way about the place as I do. My lips parted in an attempt to tell him that I felt the exact same way, but my mind stopped me; why should I tell him anything?

We're both wrong; how could this place be familiar? How could either of us seem familiar at all?

It just isn't possible.

Smiling weakly, I stood up, brushing off the stupid white shorts I've been sporting ever since arriving at the Glade. Although I had tons of questions I wanted to ask Thomas, I couldn't be around him right now.

"I'll see you around, okay Thomas?".

Thomas' forehead crinkled as if he was in deep thought before nodding up at me.

"Sure,".

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Walking away from Thomas, I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't care—as long as I was away from him, I was fine. Something about him made me want to wrap my arms him tightly, while something else wanted me to run away.

"As long as we keep our distance, everything here will be fine," I told myself in a sad attempt to make myself feel better.

It didn't work.

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Later on in the dead, I had surrounded myself with tall, lush trees that would've blown in the breeze if there was one. My mouth dropped in awe, taking in the beautiful scenery that Alby had neglected to show me. Running my fingers against the bark of a tall tree, I made my way deeper in the forest that seemed to go on forever.

Eventually, I came upon a small clearing that filled with tiny boxes and stones that all had etchings in them; some were readable, while some had weathered away. Curiosity getting the best of me, I found the closest stone and bent down in front of it.

"What do you say?" I whispered, squinting to read the messy etchings. When I finally understood the markings, I gasped: R.I.P. Eddy. 1 Year..

"One year, what?" my voice whispered again, faltering this time.

That was when I realized something—I was standing over a couple dead bodies. Yelping, I threw my body back, landing in the dirt with a thud. Looking over to the other graves, I was able to read that most of them said 'Rest in Peace', at least. I had found the Glade's cemetery.

"Damn..." I muttered, taking deep breaths. In my head, I made a pact with myself to not visit here a lot; just being in the graveyard creeped me out.

It was if a thousand trapped souls were all watching me, asking me to join them.

"Morbid," I shivered at my thoughts.

"Don't think I'm stalking you, I swear I'm not," a voice echoed through the silence, forcing me to whip my head around.

"Jesus, Thomas, don't do that!" I gasped through clenched teeth, my hand pressed up to my chest.

"Sorry," was all he managed to say as he took in the surrounding scenery.

When the realization flashed through his eyes, I let out a small chuckle.

"Fun to stumble upon, right?".

His eyes darted over to mine and shook his head no.

"Just trying to lighten up the mood..".

"Sutton do you think this is all a joke?" Thomas growled out of nowhere.

"Thomas..".

"No, Sutton! We get thrown into a world that we've never been to, don't remember a thing, yet when we lay eyes on each other, we both feel as if something weird is going on," Thomas continued, clenching his fists together.

As he yelled at me, I couldn't help but think about how far away we were from the square of the Glade.

"Thomas, I never said that I felt anything.." I replied, standing up to face him.

He let out a deep sigh of frustration before unclenching his fists and shaking his head.

"Sutton, something is going on here. I haven't even been here for a full day and everything just seems off—why is everyone okay with not remembering—," Thomas tried to tell me, but he stopped short when loud, uneven breathing came from behind the trees.

Glancing back and forth between the line of trees and Thomas, I tried to think about what it could be.

Thomas was apparently on the same page, when he said, "Think it's just someone walking around?".

Shrugging slightly, I continued to stare at the tree line.

"Not someone who would breathe like that,".

As if on cue, a body flung itself out of the trees, exposing himself. My hand covered my mouth in shock at the boy's frazzled appearance.

The pale boy's figure was incredibly scrawny, which was unusual for the hard working men of the Glade. His dark black hair was matted across his forehead and temples with sweat. His short green sleeves had been torn from his shirt haphazardly, random threads resting against his small shoulders. His breathing hadn't quieted nor slowed, and his eyes darted back and forth between me and the new Glader.

"Hi?" I said, breaking the silence.

His eyes stopped moving between us to stare at me and I instantly regretted saying something. When the boy took a small step closer, I noticed Thomas' shoulders tense up.

To my relief, Thomas actually took a step closer to me to in order to try and block me from the guy's view.

"Hey, Ben," Thomas said out loud towards the boy, nerves racing through his voice. My eyes practically bore a hole into the back of Thomas' head at his words.

This was Ben?

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When Ben took another small step closer, I allowed my body to slowly gravitate towards Thomas, despite the pact I had made earlier.

If this was the Ben that I've been hearing scream ever since arriving in the Glade, why the hell was he wandering around the woods aimlessly?

"How you feeling, Ben?" Thomas spoke again, but threw his hands up when Ben bean to snarl at him.

"Shut up!" Ben growled, anger taking over his eyes.

"It's alright Ben, calm down. You'll scare Sutton," Thomas told the boy cautiously.

When Ben's eyes turned to look at me, if was as if he was looking at me for the first time.

"Are you his.. Friend?" Ben asked me, his words coming out slowly and painfully.

Looking over at Thomas, I nodded.

"Sure, let's go with that,".

Neither of us were expecting it, but when Ben pulled out a knife, Thomas grabbed my arm and pushed me back, frightened.

"He's bad, he's bad, he's bad!" Ben roared, his knuckles gripping the makeshift knife white.

"Who's bad, Ben?" I asked the poor boy, stepping to the side, into Ben's view.

"Him.. HIM!" Ben screeched, pointing the knife at Thomas carelessly.

"Whoa, whoa, Ben! It's okay, Thomas is nice. He's a friend," I jumped forward, trying to calm Ben down.

"Don't come any closer! If you're his friend, you're just as bad! Bad, bad, bad..." Ben swung his knife at me, but I wasn't close enough to get hit.

Standing in his spot, Ben continued to mutter the word 'bad', but his voice got quieter with each word spoken. Glancing over at Thomas, I raised my eyebrows in question, but Thomas only shrugged.

What had Thomas done to Ben?

What had he done that had driven Ben to apparent madness?

Clearing my throat, I placed my hands against my hips.

"Look, Ben, we're not here to hurt you. We want to help you,".

Shaking his head, Ben frowned at the ground.

"No. He's bad. Bad, bad, bad. You're bad!" he growled, snapping his head up to glare at me.

"Ben, I'm your friend! You can trust me," I tried to tell him, although he probably knew that I was lying.

After all, I had never met the kid before! We stood glued to our spots for minutes, waiting for someone to speak, but no one did.

As soon as Thomas finally did open his mouth, Ben let out a scream and lunged for Thomas, knocking him to the ground.

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Thomas' hand connected with Ben's wrist, fighting off the armed boy. By now, Ben was howling, sputtering words aimlessly into Thomas' face. Thomas grunted and with all his might, rolled the crazy Glader over so Thomas was now straddling him in an attempt to pin down his flailing arms.

"Thomas, stop! You'll kill him!" I shouted, reaching for Thomas' hands.

The boy's hands were wrapped tightly around Ben's neck, strangling him.

"Thomas!" I said forcefully against his ear, pulling him back by the shoulders when veins began to bulge in his arms.

When Thomas was satisfied that Ben wouldn't get up, he released his lungs, allowing the boy gasps of air. Sitting back, we both fell to the ground.

"Let's just leave him and go get Alby," I whispered to Thomas, taking my eyes off of the boy for a second.

Thomas nodded and jumped up, helping me off of the dirty ground. Looking over our shoulders one more time at Ben, we turned the way we had come and began to head towards the Homestead.

What we hadn't bargained on was Ben regaining his strength; we also hadn't bargained on Ben wrapping his one arm around my neck tightly, pulling me flush against his sweaty frame.

"Thomas!" I tried to shout, but it came out as a loud wheeze.

My small hands pulled at the boy's arm, which only tightened against my throat. Thomas' eyes grew wide when Ben threw his knife to my neck.

I couldn't get over my shit luck: first, I had been dumped into some crazy world without any memories, and now I was being held against my will with a knife to my throat.

"Don't come closer! You're bad.." Ben shouted, pressing the old knife against my throat.

I let out a whimper and closed my eyes. This couldn't be how my life would end. I had just got here!

As soon as Ben had grabbed me, however, he had let me go, my throat emitting a loud scream at the sudden movement. He pushed me to the ground and followed me, throwing his hands behind his head.

"No, no!" Ben screamed, head face down in the dirt.

I couldn't help but stare at him in shock. The kid had really gone crazy, but over what?

"Don't move!" an accented voice called out.

Alby.

I let out a sigh of relief but didn't move, since I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, Ben, or both of us.

"What were you buggin' thinking? Were you planning on saving her at all!?" another accented voice began to yell.

"What did you want me to do? Charge at them when the idiot had a knife to her throat?" I heard Thomas yell back.

"Yes, slinthead! Would've done more than you just standing there!".

"Enough," Alby's voice growled, shutting both boys up immediately.

When I heard footsteps coming towards me, I looked up.

"Thank God," I sighed at seeing Newt standing above me.

Taking my hand, he helped me up and brushed the hair out of my face.

"You okay, Sutton?" Newt asked, taking my chin in his hand to look into my eyes.

Nodding quickly, I looked into his worried eyes.

"I will be,".

Newt let out a sigh of relief, despite the look of fear that had been draped over his face.

"You're shaking, Greenie," Newt mumbled, looking down at my shaking hands.

"Happens," I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a stutter.

Newt rolled his eyes quickly before pulling me in for a tight hug. Completely taken aback by the action, I patted him on the back lightly.

As soon as my hand connected with his strong back, Newt pulled away, running a hand through his long hair.

"Let's um, get you out of here, yeah?".

Nodding, I looked over Newt's tall shoulder to see Alby and Thomas standing near Ben's fallen form, talking in hushed tones; Alby's face didn't look too happy.

"Got things covered here, Albs?" Newt chirped, a smirk quickly replacing his worried features.

Alby rolled his eyes but still managed a small smile towards his friend.

"Slim it, I'll be fine," Alby told us before returning to his heated conversation with the new kid.

"Good that," Newt nodded before taking my hand and leading me out of the forest as fast as he could.

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"I thought he was supposed to be under watch," I huffed as Newt and I made our way back into the Glade square.

"We released him earlier today," Newt told me, authority filling his voice.

I stopped in my tracks, anger filling my body starting at my toes.

"You what? How could you release him!? He's clearly not sane!" I spat, balling my hands into fists.

Newt sighed, running a hand over his eyes in frustration.

"We didn't think he would hunt Thomas down and try to kill him, Sutton,".

"What does this have to do with Thomas?" I asked Newt, taking a step closer. "All Ben could say was how bad Thomas was,".

"How the klunk should I know? Thomas reared his ugly head during Ben's Changing and Ben freaked. Afterwards, Ben had acted completely normal, as if nothing had happened," Newt told me as he watched the boys of the Glade go about their daily routine.

"His Changing? Newt, you have to tell me everything, explain everything," I pleaded with him, taking his hands in mine.

Newt's eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at the ground, clearly torn.

"I can't. Alby would banish me if I did,".

"Banish you to where? Newt, please," I begged with the man, but it was no use.

When I knew there was no more bargaining with him, my arms crossed as I planted my feet firmly in the dirt.

"How do you expect me to trust you, or anyone around here if you won't tell me anything?".

The anger inside of me started to rise when Newt simply threw his hands down in frustration and turned around, walking away from me.

"Fine. I'll go ask someone else," I told him, spinning on my heel angrily.

"Oh yeah? Like who?" Newt snorted, turning to face me, his hands on his hips in defiance.

Not really thinking about my answer, I kept walking.

"Gally,".

"Oh yeah? And what exactly can he tell you that I can't?".

Newt clearly didn't like my answer, but I ignored his calls as I walked away. Newt groaned, running his hands over his drawn face. Thinking I had put a good amount of space between me and the boy, I was surprised when I felt his strong grip on my arm.

"Let me go," I ordered him through clenched teeth, but his hand wouldn't let up.

"If I could tell you everything, I would, okay? But I can't. I don't know why there are so many secrets around here, but there is—that's something you're going to have to learn to deal with. If I'd known how pushy you were going to be, I wouldn't have pulled you out of that shuck box," Newt growled, finally letting go of my arm.

I ended up biting my lip, trying to hold back the anger that was rising in my chest. It was as if all of my confusion, all of my sadness, all of my anger, was finally rising to its breaking point and would explode at any minute.

My body was a volcano ready to erupt and Newt was my target.

"Oh, so now this is my fault?" I spat, throwing my hands to my hips.

"Yeah, you're bloody right it is!" Newt yelled, standing back slightly.

By this point, our voices had risen in volume a considerable amount, making everyone stop what they were doing to watch our argument. After all, it wasn't every day some random Glader picked a fight with Alby or Newt.

"Weren't you the one who said I would rather be on the other side of the Box? Weren't you the one who said you'd help me, show me the way around here? Aren't you the one who wasn't there for me when I had a knife to my throat?" I asked with a frown.

Newt took a frustrated breath and blew out, his long blonde hair blowing against the hot air.

"You don't get to talk to me like this, Sutton; Alby and I made it in time, that should be all that matters," Newt said quietly, shaking his head.

Scoffing, my head shook as well as I glared at the handsome boy.

"Why not, Newt? Because you're Alby's 'right-hand man' and I'm not? If you were me, you would want answers too, and you know it,".

Newt practically roared in anger and frustration, grabbing at my hands tightly.

"You think I wasn't a Greenie once, too?! I woke up here two years ago with about ten other kids. That's it. No one else around but us. We built this place from the ground up—what you see is what I did to keep everyone alive. You think I didn't have questions when I woke up with my memories swiped in a place I'd never seen before? Sutton, I still have questions about this shuck place that I want answered! What do you think I'm trying to do here?".

Seeing the rosy shade rise up into Newt's cheeks was enough to calm me down. Newt was right in one aspect. Sure, I have plenty of questions, but Newt has reason to be even more confused than I am.

"You're trying to answer them," I spoke, finishing his angry sentence quietly.

Newt didn't respond, clearly trying to calm himself down. When I was confident that he wouldn't yell again, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Newt.." .

"Don't apologize, Sutton. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have freaked the klunk out on you like that, or told you to treat me differently, especially what after what you just went through. You fighting back is exactly what I need every once and a while I guess," he sighed, rubbing two fingers roughly against his temple.

Looking around, I noticed that everyone in the square was still watching our squabble, so I leaned in to Newt's side and whispered in his ear,

"Everyone's watching us, you know,".

Newt's head snapped to face the main quarter of the Square, where some boys began to mill about, as if they hadn't seen a thing.

"Get back to work! Not smart to be eavesdropping on our only lady's conversations," he growled to nobody in particular.

As Newt turned back to face me, an awkward silence draped over us, clasping my hands together while Newt crossed his arms tightly against his strong chest.

"Guess I should get going.." Newt muttered seconds later, looking up at the perfect sky.

I nodded at him, running a hand through my hair.

"Probably get something to eat, I'm starving," I said out loud, although it was mostly meant for me to hear.

When I hear Newt start to laugh, I punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"What's so funny?" my voice continued to growl, although the tone wasn't as menacing as it had been before.

"Seems like all you've done since you got here is eat, you shuckin' pig," Newt chuckled, shaking his head jokingly.

My mouth fell open in shock at his words, but I couldn't fight the small smile that appeared on my face.

"You don't call a girl a pig!" I squealed, crossing my arms to match his stance.

"A lady," Newt corrected me yet again, which only made me roll my eyes-and blush, but never mind that.

"Whatever,".

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After I had begged an annoyed Frypan to make me yet another delicious turkey sandwich, I found myself wandering towards the pen of animals, eager to check out all of the animals that were on hand in the Glade. On my way over, however, my hand had been grabbed by a random Glader.

"Can I help you?" I asked the boy as politely as I could, despite the emotions that were seeping out of me.

"Alby told Newt who told me to come find you, it's important," the boy said, not bothering to look at me as he spoke.

"And who are you?" I asked him, gritting my teeth in annoyance.

If Alby needed to see me, he should've came and found me himself.

"Name's Minho. Now hurry your feet up, girly, we've got places to be,".

"Good that..?" I replied, praying I didn't come off as stupid as my statement had sounded.

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When Minho was satisfied with our location, he let go of my hand.

"Stay here," he told me, before disappearing into the seemingly large crowd of boys.

Standing on my toes, my eyes skimmed the crowd, trying to figure out what was going on. For some strange reason, ever since I had made my way to the Glade, crazy things have been happening left and right. Finally figuring out where we were standing, I gasped.

Why was everyone crowded around the South entrance to the Maze?

"There you are, Greenie! I've had people looking for everywhere!" a voice shouted, making me jump.

"Christ Newt, don't scare me like that!".

"Sorry, sorry," Newt chuckled nervously, throwing a hand up into the air at chest-level.

"What is everyone doing over here? And why did Alby send you who sent Minho to come find me?" I asked him, questions spilling off my tongue.

"It's hard to explain, so I'll tell you the short version. Promise you won't freak out or get upset," Newt told me, throwing his hands to my shoulders.

Seeing the worried expression on his face only freaked me out more.

"Okay, I promise," I replied uncertainly, shuffling my feet a little.

"Alby and Thomas had another little confrontation with Ben after we left the Deadheads," Newt began to explain, but another one of my questions stopped him.

"Wait, the Deadheads?".

"Yes, the Deadheads. Now listen, Sutton, please. This is important. Ben tried attacking Thomas again, so between what he did to Thomas and obviously what he did to you..". My eyes widened as I searched Newt's face for the rest of the story, but his struggling voice matched his frowning features.

"What? What happened, Newt?".

"You have to promise me you won't march to Alby kicking and screaming, alright Sutton?" Newt asked me again, as if he hadn't heard my promise the first time.

"Yes, yes, what is it?" I ground out in frustration.

"Alby has decided to banish Ben into the Maze, but you're the one who has to send him on his merry way,".