Chapter 1: Alexander's Arrival

3rd Pov:

Author's Note: For every chapter we post, we will add a song at the beginning that we think represents the events in the chapter. This chapter's song is Wake Me Up by Avicii. (We tried to put a link, but it wouldn't let us. Sorry.)R & R please! We want to know what you think! (Also, I should probably mention this, there are two people writing this story. Don't ask us how, it's a painful process. But one of us (that would be me) already has an account. It's called FangTobiasPercy, so check me out. And I'll warn you though, my stories are currently on hold.)

Newt jumps slightly as the buzzer goes off, not realizing that today was the new Greenie's arrival. He shook his head, disregarding the alarm and continuing his trek to the kitchen.

He walks over to Frypan, grinning slightly, "So, what slop are ya' serving us today?" Frypan glared at him, "Nothing yet, did I say it was lunch time?" He said with an edge to his voice. Newt laughed and stole an apple from the counter, turning away from the hairy cook before he could stop him.

He jogged over to the trees, plopping down next to Chuck. "When d'you think lunch'll be ready?" Chuck shrugs, looking back to the Maze doors. He was having a weird time adjusting to Thomas being gone so often; the kid was probably worried for his friend.

Newt bumps his shoulder against Chuck's, smiling reassuringly when the boy looks up at him. Chuck sighs, biting his lip. "I'm just worried for him, ya know? He hasn't even been here for a full month yet!" Newt chuckled, "Thomas is one bloody tough shank." He said, his gaze also wondering towards the Maze entrance.

Chuck smiles gratefully, looking over to the kitchen. "Wonder if Frypan'll make an exception for me." Newt jokingly rolled his eyes, "Well he didn't make one for me, but you can have your go at it." Chuck laughed lightly, standing and looking back to Newt. "You comin' to see me get the food you didn't get?" He challenged, speaking confidently. Newt grins, standing and trailing behind the boy to the kitchen.

They continued their walk to the kitchen when Newt heard the box finally shudder to a stop, the alarm blaring for the second time. Chuck paused but Newt waved him off "You go, I'll go get the Greenie."

Newt runs over to the box, Alby right behind him. Most of the other Gladers all left their stations, running towards the box as well. Newt came to a stop, reaching for one of the box doors and gesturing for Alby to get the other one. They pulled open the heavy metal doors, then Newt jumped down into the box, the metal shaking from his weight.

He freezes at the sight of the little boy huddled in the corner. No more than five by the looks of it. His dark brown hair long enough to cover his face, so Newt couldn't tell if he was awake or not. The boy stiffened, looking at Newt with scared eyes. Newt yanked his hand back, looking around before moving his eyes back to the kid.

The greenie was still frozen, eyes unwavering as he stared at Newt. "Bloody hell…" he muttered as he bent over, crouching on his knees in front of the child before shaking his shoulder softly. The other boys were starting to get restless, looking down into the darkness and starting to wonder about what was going on.

Newt was still stunned by the child, unable to fully process his arrival yet. Alby called down to him in annoyance "Newt! What's goin' on?" The blonde boy blinked, finally snapping out of his trance. He moved a bit closer to the scared boy, "Can you tell me your name?" He said softly. "Who am I? Where am I? What's going on? Who are you?" The boy questions frantically, his eyes filling with fear.

Newt places a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, calm down. My name's Newt, and you're in a place called the Glade. We'll explain everything soon. Can you tell me your name?" Newt said, repeating his previous question. The boy nods slowly, almost shaking. "Al-Alexander." He stutters out. Newt smiles softly as Alby threw the rope down. Their leader was growing impatient.

Newt stood, offering the boy a hand. The boy took it and Newt helped pull him up. "Okay," Newt said. He gestured to the small loop at the end of the rope. "Can you step into the loop?" Newt asked lightly, "and on my cue, someone will pull you up." He said, as he waited for Alexander's response. The boy hesitantly bobbed his head up and down, secretly afraid he'd be dropped.

Alexander stepped forward into the small circled loop, he put his weight into it and then glanced back at the boy he'd just met. "Okay." He whispered softly, showing he was ready. "Pull it up!" Newt called up to Alby. The rope was then yanked upward, the boy's stomach dropped in fear. He clung to the rope, but soon he was above the ground.

He expected someone to help him off, but they all stood there, jaws dropped. Finally someone snapped out of it and stepped forward, picking him up. Moving him a few inches over, onto the sturdy ground. Alby threw the rope back down waiting for Newt to grab ahold. A few other boys took hold of the rope to pull Newt up. After they felt his weight on the rope, they hefted him above the ground.

They'd been above ground for only a few seconds before Gally began to open his mouth, but Alby had sensed it coming, "Don't you start," he warned Gally. "There'll be a gathering when the runners get back, we talk then. Not now."

Newt held back a chuckle at Alby's words, before looking down to the small boy who clutched his stomach. "Are you hungry?" He asked, and Alexander nodded. Newt looked around at the other boys. "Zart," he called in a flat tone as he stepped forward. "Take Alexander to Frypan for some food." Then Newt leaned in whispering, "Keep him away from the other Gladers for now." Zart nodded and bent down, introducing himself to the little boy. Newt chuckled, it seemed even Zart had a soft spot for the boy.

As Zart walked off towards the kitchen with Alexander, Newt turned to Alby. "What do you think this means? Why would the creators send a little boy into the Glade?" Ably shook his head. "Don't know. But the shank's too young to know everything just yet. Give him some time." Newt nods. "He holding up pretty well, we'll tell him a bit more tomorrow."

It's then that Minho runs out of the maze, straight into the map room. Alby looks to Newt, catching his eye before nodding to the concrete building. Newt nods, running over. The boy's limp put him slightly off balance, but it never slowed him down much.

Newt pulled open the Map Room's door, walking in. Minho whipped around, "Only runners allo- Oh, it's you." He turned back towards the Map he was drawing. Disregarding Newt's presence. "Minho," the blonde boy started, unsure how to tell him of their new Greenie. "I have some strange news…" Minho looked up from the map he was working on. "What is it?" Newt opened his mouth, but then closed it. Hesitating.

"Spit it out Newt." Minho said impatiently. "The Greenie came today," Newt said lightly. "And, what? Was the guy polka-dotted or something?" Minho said sarcastically. Still not taking his eyes of the map. "Well, he's a kid." Minho let out an exasperated sigh "We're all kids! What's your point?" "He's like, 5." Newt said bluntly, the tall dark haired boy blinked in surprise. Finally turning away from his map to met Newt's eye. "Well, that's different..." He muttered.

Newt rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Just a bit." Minho bites his lip, looking up at Newt. "D'you think the shank creators were tryin' to send us a message? Or are they messing with us?" Newt sighed, sitting across from the dark-haired boy. "Don't know. I mean, who would send a bloody toddler into this place? They'd have to have klunk for brains." Minho nodded, stretching, his long run finally hitting him. "What are we gonna do? Alby holding Gathering over this?"

Newt smiled slightly at Minho attitude. "Course he'd holding a bloody gatherin' over this, in about 30 minutes. And you're gonna be there, so ya better get drawing." Newt said, clapping him on the back before turning and heading for the door of the small hut.

"Oh, and Minho?" Said boy turned slightly, "When d'you think Tommy's gonna be back?" Minho rolled his eyes. "Don't know. Probably right before the shuckin' doors close, just to worry you more."