231.03.31 | 11:56 p.m.
Kat… She's different now. She has changed. Newt lay on his bed, wide awake. Despite his exhaustion he couldn't sleep. I doubt that she'd still be trouble. She only wanted to understand… I also doubt that any more time in the Slammer will improve her state any further. If she's left there for much longer she'll probably return to her freakin' rebellious behaviour, 'cause bein' nice doesn't earn her a thing. Gotta talk with Nick.
He turned to the side. Sleep wouldn't come.
Kat lay on the floor, wrapped in the blanket Newt had brought her. But she couldn't sleep. It had been her second day in the Slammer, and she began to realize that when Nick sentenced her to a week in the Slammer he meant it. A week with nothing to do, now…Read more >
Q: Tell us a bit about yourself.
A: Well… Name's Newt. I've been in the Glade right from the start, came up with the first group more'n a year ago. Anything else? Hmm… I'm a Runner, just back in business after a nasty injury.
Q: What kind of injury?
A: A Griever almost got me, almost ripped my leg apart. But that was four weeks ago. Our Med-jacks stitched me up all neat, and it healed proper.
Q: Now tell us about the newest kid that arrived.
A: Kat. She's the first and only girl in the Glade. But that's not the only thing that makes her bloody different from the rest of us. When she arrived, she was beaten up badly and unconscious. Most of the time she's really nice, but she has that mad idea of escaping and running into the Maze. Then she sort…
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231.03.30 | 6:58 a.m.
In the early morning Newt jumped on the spot and stretched his muscles. He was ready for his first day in the Maze after his meeting with the Griever.
He shook his head. No, he wasn't ready, not as such. 'Scared' was the better word. He knew the Griever would haunt him forever. But he was a Runner. It was his bloody job, and he'd fulfil it.
Next to his friend Minho he stood with his backpack strapped to his back, waiting for the doors to open. Being a Runner was indeed a dangerous job, and Minho, the Keeper of the Runners, had decided that Newt would run with him until he himself said otherwise. He probably did not yet trust Newt's freshly healed leg. Or maybe he saw the fear in his friend's eyes. But Newt mastered the r…Read more >
231.3.29 | 10:58 p.m.
Newt left her after a couple of hours of heated discussions, surprising agreements and minutes of awkward silence.
He left her reluctantly, though couldn't have put his finger on what attracted him to this pixie-girl. She was an angry, snappish, sarcastic, furious smart little hot-head. But he had a feeling that behind all this… He stopped.
And strained his ears.
A tune floated by, soft and a bit sad, the notes somehow familiar.
The girl hummed a melody that reminded him… of feelings. The memories connected to that melody were gone, beyond his reach. But it felt… like home. Like being safe and loved at the end of the day. Maybe his mum had sung this song to him when she tucked him in for the night. He'd never know.
Newt sto…Read more >
231.03.29 | 9:46 p.m.
Newt shrugged. “I was almost back, close to the door. I was lucky Minho heard me and came to get me through the door just before it closed.” He took a deep breath and released it through his nose in one long go, to calm himself down. This incident was not two weeks ago now, and the memory of the horrible creature hacking and slicing at him with all it's vicious gadgets still haunted him. And the fear… “But at least I did not get stung.”
“Stung like that Beetle Blade?”
Newt laughed, but it was no merry laughter. “You die from the sting. Unless you get the Grief Serum in time.”
“A Grief Serum. Sounds a bit magical, but okay. It's like the antidote you need after being bitten by a snake, yes?”
“Something like that.”
“And what …Read more >