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Newt's POV:''Newt! Hey man, have you seen my hair spray? I can't find it. Have you taken it without asking? I swear shuck-face if you-'' Minho started getting angry.

''Minho, calm down I haven't touched your bloody spray.'' Newt answered concerned.

''What's going on? Why are you so shucking upset? Has anybody taken your spray?'' Minho didn't sound like he was joking.

Newt rolled his eyes. He definitely wasn't going to answer the third question. ''You would make me happier if you tell me that today the girl has to run in the maze.''

''Umm no. She is tommorow. Why? Tell me what's going on!'' Minho lightly pushed Newt as if to wake him up.

''Shuck. I will kill her if she dies.'' He muttered but Minho heard him.

''If you don't answer-''

''She ran away! Again! The greenie went to the maze!'' Newt suddenly cut him off yelling. Minho looked a little scared so he fastly added ''Sorry, man I'm just concerend. She is so....changing. One day she is trying to cheer everybody and the other one she tells she hates me-uh I mean us.'' Newt sighed and Minho's expression changed from ''scared'' to ''I-know-what-you-mean''. ***

''Hey, Newt have you seen the girl, I need to tell her something.'' Thomas sat on their table eating dinner.

''What? You finished making out with Teresa and now she's the second one?'' Newt answered looking him annoyed. Thomas opened his eyes wide from the surprise of this comment.

''Newt is angry 'cause his girlfriend escaped the Glade for a second time.'' Minho sighed.

''First of all, Minho you're a stupid shank who doesn't know what's talking about, and second, Tommy I'm sorry.''

''And she hasn't got back yet? She could be in danger! We have to send someone look for her!''

''We can't loose someone else. And it's against the rules. Either she comes back or doesn't.''

''Newt are you shucking hearing yourself?! The doors are gonna close soon we can't just stand here and do nothing!'' Thomas threw his hands angrily.

''And what's your plan? Just run into the maze and death will take not 1 but 4 people. Wake up, Thomas we're not heroes.'' Minho looked kinda empty.

''But we can be! And that's not my idea. We can save her. Imagine her lying on the floor, stung by a griever.'' Thomas looked desperate. Newt suddenly stood up from that sentence. Right into his heart.

He walked outside to breathe some fresh air. He spotted Alby and anger pumped into his veins.

''Alby! You bloody shank!'' Newt yelled. Alby looked at him like he expected to see cheerfull face. But Newt pushed him hard and he got really confused.

''Newt calm! What's wrong?''

''You!'' He stabbed his finger to Alby's chest. ''You are wrong! It's your fault! She's gonna die because of your stupid big leaderish mouth!'' He shouted.

Minho quickly ran to the two boys.

''Alby don't listen to him. The greenie ran into the maze without permission and she still hasn't got back.'' When the leader heard these words he sighed in understandment. But there was no hint of regret on his face. And that made Newt angrier.

''You. Just. Kill. A. Bloody. Person. How can a person be that heartless?'' Newt spat at Alby's face. Minho pulled him by his arm and they walked away.

''Newt you need to calm down. She survived a night in the maze. Why not a second one?'' Minho tried to cheer his friend.

''Minho do you even believe your own words? Do you really think the creators would let this happen again?'' Newt shook his head as if to get away the thoughts inside him.

He sat in front of the north door and started waiting. Minho placed himslef next to Newt and they just looked at the corridor of the maze expecting to see something. But it was as lifeless as a dead body. Soon Thomas came and joined their waiting. The trio (A/N: sorry couldn't keep myself) stood in silence which was broken by the moving walls. Newt felt a tear falling down his cheek but he fastly brushed it with his palm. Then Teresa was the next person to come. She asked what was going on and after Thomas explaining she just said:

''Sorry.''

Shut up! You don't even know her! You're not sorry. Get away! He shouted in his mind. Theresa's expression always looked different. That made him confused. Like she wasn't even surprised from every news!

''We should call he somehow.'' Suddeny said Minho.

''What do you mean?'' Newt turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

''I mean we should think out a name to call her. I mean she doesn't want to say hers and we can't call her ''She'', ''The girl'' or ''Greenie'' until the end of our lifes!''

''I don't think that we have to turn to her anymore.'' Muttered Thomas but was elbowed in the stomach by Teresa.

''And what's your suggestion, Minho?'' Asked Newt.

''Inconyrond.'' Minho said with a little smirk on his face.

''Huh? And what is that supposed to mean?'' Thomas raised his eyebrows.

''Well, she is independent, confident, funny, strong and kind if she wants. That makes Inconyrond.'' He explained like this was a maths rule.

''I think it's too long. Maybe just Cony?'' Newt suggested.

''Perfect. We'll tell her in the morning.'' Said Minho like she was just asleep or something. ***

In the middle of the night everybody was asleep exept for Newt. He was resting his chin on his knees looking at the closed doors of the maze. The morning was getting close and he was scared from it. When those doors open and he sees her clothes to prove that she's dead will break him. The grievers always put something in front of the doors for evidence that a person is dead. They never missed to put anything. And the problem was that it was always something that the person always wore. Like his ''mark''. What was Newt going to see? Maybe her now short hair? Or the combat boots she always wore? But the boy was sure that everything will break him apart. He could have stopped her. If he wasn't so stupid she would be sleeping now. Yeh, Newt could have stop her, but he didn't do it. Because he was a. Bloody. Stupid. Shank. who didn't deserve to live.***

''Maan, you look awful!'' Minho told him. They were still waiting for the doors to open.

''Thanks.'' Newt muttered in answer. He felt his eyes dry like a desert but he didn't want to close them. Like he was going to miss something important from that.

''The doors!'' Shouted Thomas and pointed to the East door which startted moving. It was the first one.

Newt ran as fast as he could to it but the stupid limp didn't help much. But there was no one. The second one was the south. Nobody again. The west? Come on west door I believe in you! Newt desperately thought but nothing again. Last was the north. He waited in front of it. His nose was almost touching the stone. It slowly opened.....and there it was nothing. Neither clothes nor a person.

''Where's the evidence that she is not dead?'' Asked Minho standing next to him.

''Maybe there isn't evidence because she's not dead.'' Thomas suggested.

''Or there is just no need of it.'' Theresa murmured

Newt was going to explode from saddness. No way. No bloody way.

''I hate WICKED.'' He whispered.

''What? Newt, did you say something?'' Minho asked.

''I hate WICKED!'' Now he said louder. ''I hate WICKED.'' Now Newt was yelling. He kept screaming over and over those three simple words.

''What the shuck is WICKED?'' Asked Minho holding Newt by his shoulders trying to stop him from tearing his vocal chords.

''I have no bloody idea.'' Newt finally stopped and with this sentence he passed out.___________________________A/N: My lovely shanks! Here we are! Wait where are you now? Sorry I haven't updated but I was abroad and my stupid shucking mind forgot the shucking charger for my phone. Anyways *sighs from stupidity* please comment and vote :))).Love always,Joanna