The Maze Runner Page 21

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  Thomas could see the muscles in Newt’s arms flexing, veins popping out as he pulled at Alby’s hands, until finally, inch by inch, he was able to pry them away. He pushed them tightly against the struggling boy’s chest. Alby’s whole body jerked a couple of times, his midsection thrusting up and away from the bed. Then, slowly, he calmed, and a few seconds later he lay still, his breath evening; his eyes glazed over.

  Thomas held firm to Alby’s legs, afraid to move and set the boy off again. Newt waited a full minute before he slowly let go of Alby’s hands. Then another minute before he pulled his knee back and stood up. Thomas took that as his cue to do the same, hoping the ordeal had truly ended.

  Alby looked up, eyes droopy, as if he was on the edge of slipping into a deep sleep. “I’m sorry, Newt,” he whispered. “Don’t know what happened. It was like … something was controlling my body. I’m sorry…. ”

  Thomas took a deep breath, sure he’d never experience something so disturbing and uncomfortable again. He hoped.

  “Sorries, nothin’,” Newt replied. “You were trying to bloody kill yourself. ”

  “Wasn’t me, I swear,” Alby murmured.

  Newt threw his hands up. “What do you mean it wasn’t you?” he asked.

  “I don’t know…. It … it wasn’t me. ” Alby looked just as confused as Thomas felt.

  But Newt seemed to think it wasn’t worth trying to figure out. At least at the moment. He grabbed the blankets that had fallen off the bed in Alby’s struggle and pulled them atop the sick boy. “Get your butt to sleep and we’ll talk about it later. ” He patted him on the head, then added, “You’re messed up, shank. ”

  But Alby was already drifting off, nodding slightly as his eyes closed.

  Newt caught Thomas’s gaze and gestured for the door. Thomas had no problem leaving that crazy house—he followed Newt out and into the hall. Then, just as they stepped through the doorway, Alby mumbled something from his bed.

  Both boys stopped in their tracks. “What?” Newt asked.

  Alby opened his eyes for a brief moment, then repeated what he’d said, a little more loudly. “Be careful with the girl. ” Then his eyes slid shut.

  There it was again—the girl. Somehow things always led back to the girl. Newt gave Thomas a questioning look, but Thomas could only return it with a shrug. He had no idea what was going on.

  “Let’s go,” Newt whispered.

  “And Newt?” Alby called again from the bed, not bothering to open his eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  “Protect the Maps. ” Alby rolled over, his back telling them he’d finally finished speaking.

  Thomas didn’t think that sounded very good. Not good at all. He and Newt left the room and softly closed the door.

  CHAPTER 28

  Thomas followed Newt as he hurried down the stairs and out of the Homestead into the bright light of midafternoon. Neither boy said a word for a while. For Thomas, things just seemed to be getting worse and worse.

  “Hungry, Tommy?” Newt asked when they were outside.

  Thomas couldn’t believe the question. “Hungry? I feel like puking after what I just saw—no, I’m not hungry. ”

  Newt only grinned. “Well, I am, ya shank. Let’s go look for some leftovers from lunch. We need to talk. ”

  “Somehow I knew you were going to say something like that. ” No matter what he did, he was becoming more and more entwined in the dealings of the Glade. And he was growing to expect it.

  They made their way directly to the kitchen, where, despite Frypan’s grumbling, they were able to get cheese sandwiches and raw vegetables. Thomas couldn’t ignore the way the Keeper of the cooks kept giving him a weird look, eyes darting away whenever Thomas returned the stare.

  Something told him this sort of treatment would now be the norm. For some reason, he was different from everyone else in the Glade. He felt like he’d lived an entire lifetime since awakening from his memory wipe, but he’d only been there a week.

  The boys decided to take their lunches to eat outside, and a few minutes later they found themselves at the west wall, looking out at the many work activities going on throughout the Glade, their backs up against a spot of thick ivy. Thomas forced himself to eat; the way things were going, he needed to make sure he’d have strength to deal with whatever insane thing came his way next.

  “Ever seen that happen before?” Thomas asked after a minute or so.

  Newt looked at him, his face suddenly somber. “What Alby just did? No. Never. But then again, no one’s ever tried to tell us what they remembered during the Changing. They always refuse. Alby tried to—must be why he went nuts for a while. ”

  Thomas paused in the middle of chewing. Could the people behind the Maze control them somehow? It was a terrifying thought.

  “We have to find Gally,” Newt said through a bite of carrot, changing the subject. “Bugger’s gone off and hid somewhere. Soon as we’re done eating, I need to find him and throw his butt in jail. ”

  “Serious?” Thomas couldn’t help feeling a shot of pure elation at the thought. He’d be happy to slam the door closed and throw away the key himself.

  “That shank threatened to kill you and we have to make bloody sure it never happens again. That shuck-face is gonna pay a heavy price for acting like that—he’s lucky we don’t Banish him. Remember what I told you about order. ”

  “Yeah. ” Thomas’s only concern was that Gally would just hate him all the more for being thrown in jail. I don’t care, he thought. I’m not scared of that guy anymore.

  “Here’s how it’ll play out, Tommy,” Newt said. “You’re with me the rest of today—we need to figure things. Tomorrow, the Slammer. Then you’re Minho’s, and I want you to stay away from the other shanks for a while. Got it?”

  Thomas was more than happy to oblige. Being mostly alone sounded like a great idea. “Sounds beautiful. So Minho’s going to train me?”

  “That’s right—you’re a Runner now. Minho’ll teach ya. The Maze, the Maps, everything. Lots to learn. I expect you to work your butt off. ”

  Thomas was shocked that the idea of entering the Maze again didn’t frighten him all that much. He resolved to do just as Newt said, hoping it would keep his mind off things. Deeper down, he hoped to get out of the Glade as much as possible. Avoiding other people was his new goal in life.

  The boys sat in silence, finishing their lunches, until Newt finally got to what he really wanted to talk about. Crumpling his trash into a ball, he turned and looked straight at Thomas.

  “Thomas,” he began, “I need you to accept something. We’ve heard it too many times now to deny it, and it’s time to discuss it. ”

  Thomas knew what was coming, but was startled. He dreaded the words.

  “Gally said it. Alby said it. Ben said it,” Newt continued, “the girl, after we took her out of the Box—she said it. ”

  He paused, perhaps expecting Thomas to ask what he meant. But Thomas already knew. “They all said things were going to change. ”

  Newt looked away for a moment, then turned back. “That’s right. And Gally, Alby and Ben claim they saw you in their memories after the Changing—and from what I gather, you weren’t plantin’ flowers and helpin’ old ladies cross the street. According to Gally, there’s somethin’ rotten enough about ya that he wants to kill ya. ”

  “Newt, I don’t know—” Thomas started, but Newt didn’t let him finish.

  “I know you don’t remember anything, Thomas! Quit sayin’ that—don’t ever say it again. None of us remember anything, and we’re bloody sick of you reminding us. The point is there’s something different about you, and it’s time we figured it out. ”

  Thomas was overwhelmed by a surge of anger. “Fine, so how do we do it? I want to know who I am just as much as anyone else. Obviously. ”

  “I need you to open your mind. Be honest if anything—a
nything at all—seems familiar. ”

  “Nothing—” Thomas started, but stopped. So much had happened since arriving, he’d almost forgotten how familiar the Glade had felt to him that first night, sleeping next to Chuck. How comfortable and at home he’d felt. A far cry from the terror he should’ve experienced.

  “I can see your wheels spinnin’,” Newt said, quietly. “Talk. ”

  Thomas hesitated, scared of the consequences of what he was about to say. But he was tired of keeping secrets. “Well … I can’t put my finger on anything specific. ” He spoke slowly, carefully. “But I did feel like I’d been here before when I first got here. ” He looked at Newt, hoping to see some sort of recognition in his eyes. “Anyone else go through that?”

  But Newt’s face was blank. He simply rolled his eyes. “Uh, no, Tommy. Most of us spent a week klunkin’ our pants and bawlin’ our eyes out. ”

  “Yeah, well. ” Thomas paused, upset and suddenly embarrassed. What did it all mean? Was he different from everyone else somehow? Was something wrong with him? “It all seemed familiar to me, and I knew I wanted to be a Runner. ”

  “That’s bloody interesting. ” Newt examined him for a second, not hiding his obvious suspicion. “Well, keep lookin’ for it. Strain your mind, spend your free time wanderin’ your thoughts, and think about this place. Delve inside that brain of yours, and seek it out. Try, for all our sakes. ”

  “I will. ” Thomas closed his eyes, started searching the darkness of his mind.

  “Not now, you dumb shuck. ” Newt laughed. “I just meant do it from now on. Free time, meals, goin’ to sleep at night, as you walk around, train, work. Tell me anything that seems even remotely familiar. Got it?”

  “Yeah, got it. ” Thomas couldn’t help worrying that he’d thrown up some red flags for Newt, and that the older boy was just hiding his concern.

  “Good that,” Newt said, looking almost too agreeable. “To begin, we better go see someone. ”

  “Who?” Thomas asked, but knew the answer as soon as he spoke. Dread filled him again.

  “The girl. I want you to look at her till your eyes bleed, see if somethin’ gets triggered in that shuck brain of yours. ” Newt gathered his lunch trash and stood up. “Then I want you to tell me every single word Alby said to you. ”

  Thomas sighed, then got to his feet. “Okay. ” He didn’t know if he could bring himself to tell the complete truth about Alby’s accusations, not to mention how he felt about the girl. It looked like he wasn’t done keeping secrets after all.

  The boys walked back toward the Homestead, where the girl still lay in a coma. Thomas couldn’t stifle his worry about what Newt was thinking. He’d opened himself up, and he really liked Newt. If Newt turned on him now, Thomas didn’t know if he could handle it.

  “If all else fails,” Newt said, interrupting Thomas’s thoughts, “we’ll send ya to the Grievers—get ya stung so you can go through the Changing. We need your memories. ”

  Thomas barked a sarcastic laugh at the idea, but Newt wasn’t smiling.

  The girl seemed to be sleeping peacefully, like she’d wake up at any minute. Thomas had almost expected the skeletal remnant of a person—someone on the verge of death. But her chest rose and fell with even breaths; her skin was full of color.

  One of the Med-jacks was there, the shorter one—Thomas couldn’t remember his name—dropping water into the comatose girl’s mouth a few drips at a time. A plate and bowl on the bedside table had the remains of her lunch—mashed potatoes and soup. They were doing everything possible to keep her alive and healthy.

  “Hey, Clint,” Newt said, sounding comfortable, like he’d stopped by to visit many times before. “She surviving?”

  “Yeah,” Clint answered. “She’s doing fine, though she talks in her sleep all the time. We think she’ll come out of it soon. ”

  Thomas felt his hackles rise. For some reason, he’d never really considered the possibility that the girl might wake up and be okay. That she might talk to people. He had no idea why that suddenly made him so nervous.

  “Have you been writin’ down every word she says?” Newt asked.

  Clint nodded. “Most of it’s impossible to understand. But yeah, when we can. ”

  Newt pointed at a notepad on the nightstand. “Give me an example. ”

  “Well, the same thing she said when we pulled her out of the Box, about things changing. Other stuff about the Creators and how ‘it all has to end. ’ And, uh …” Clint looked at Thomas as if he didn’t want to continue in his company.

  “It’s okay—he can hear whatever I hear,” Newt assured him.

  “Well … I can’t make it all out, but …” Clint looked at Thomas again. “She keeps saying his name over and over. ”

  Thomas almost fell down at this. Would the references to him never end? How did he know this girl? It was like a maddening itch inside his skull that wouldn’t go away.

  “Thanks, Clint,” Newt said in what sounded to Thomas like an obvious dismissal. “Get us a report of all that, okay?”

  “Will do. ” The Med-jack nodded at both of them and left the room.

  “Pull up a chair,” Newt said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Thomas, relieved that Newt still hadn’t erupted into accusations, grabbed the one from the desk and placed it right next to where the girl’s head lay; he sat down, leaning forward to look at her face.