I love that you guys have already started reading and voting for the sequel! You're all so awesome!

----

The three boys couldn't believe what they had just heard. Sister? Aris had a sister, and he thinks that they know where she is? Let alone who she is?

"What?" Thomas inquired of Aris.

The boy licked his lips in slight frustration. "In one of my memories, I was alone in a room with this girl, and we were talking, laughing. I couldn't move though, it was like I was watching a live action replay of the moment, or something like that. Anyway, bit later, a woman walked in. She was dressed in all white, looked pretty strict. She had light blonde hair as well, don't know if that helps."

The boys took a moment to take in what Aris had said. Something the boy had said, struck a cord with Thomas. The woman that Aris said had walked in, she sounded like the woman he had seen in his memories.

"Nothing?" Aris questioned, but none of the Glader boys replied. "Whatever. So, when she came in, she started talking to us. Weird thing was, she didn't speak directly to the girl, she used me like some, stick communicator. She asked me if my sister was ready to enter he Trials. I looked at the girl and she nodded, so I said yes.

After I had the memory, I went through all the girls from my Maze in my head, and she was definitely not one of them. So, my sister had to have been in your Maze."

Newt, Minho and Thomas thought for a moment. They had only ever had three girls in their Maze. Lori, then Teresa, and finally Clara.

"Do you remember her name?" Thomas asked quietly.

"No" he sighed. "I've tried so hard, but I can't remember for the life of me."

None of the boys knew what to say. Newt unwillingly searched the room, until his eyes found Clara on the other side of the room. Could his sister be Clara? Deep down, Newt wanted it to be her. Better than telling him, that if it's Teresa, she missing. Or even worse, if it's Lori, that's she gone forever.

"Well, what'd she look like? Your sister, not the chick in the white coat." Minho's voice was softer than usual. He was thinking the same thing as Newt, he must have wanted it to be Clara also.

Newt remember hearing across the room, that Clara was 'Group A, Subject A11, the Catalyst.' Strange, but no more than their usual everyday strange.

Aris took a few minutes to remember and picture the girl in his memories. He didn't want to get any detail wrong, so that he could find his sister, and be reunited.

But, when you think about it, he's kind of meeting her, because the only memory Aris has of her, is the one where they're laughing and enjoying each other's company. Before the woman in white took her away. Aris could only conclude, that the blonde haired woman worked for WICKED. It seemed it be the only reasonable explanation of why she spoke of the Trials.

"Okay, um, she was a bit shorter than me. I think her hair was long, but it was hard to tell because she had it in plaits. Her hair was an auburn, orange color, much lighter than my hair. Her eyes; her eyes were wide, and a forest green mixed with hazel, they weren't exactly just one color. He skin was quite pale as well, as if they had kept her inside that building most of her life. That's all I can remember."

That was Lori down to a tee, and all the boys knew it. And that's what hurt Newt the most. This kid was going to be a constant reminder of the girl who he loved. A girl he would never see again.

No one said anything. They didn't know what to say. Nothing seemed like the right response at that moment.

Aris grunted in exasperation, "None of you have spoken in, like, five minutes. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm going to guess that there's something you're not telling me. So, either you tell me, or I'm going to start asking around, see if anyone else recognizes her."

The boys looked at each other, each of them signalling that they didn't want to say anything. But someone had to. They couldn't have Aris going around, spreading more panic then there already is. Connecting people from their Maze to the other Maze could cause some issues.

Newt and Thomas looked at Minho, almost in sync. They both knew that Minho wouldn't have as much trouble breaking the news. He is 'the Leader', after all. Minho groaned, feeling cornered by his so-called 'friends'.

"Look, Aris" he began, running a hand through his hand roughly. "I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Yes, you do. Stop lying to me, and just tell me!" Aris hissed in anger.

"Okay. Okay, just calm down, shuckface. The girl you described, we do know her. And you're right, she was in our Maze."

Minho stopped, trying to word out a response in his head. How is he supposed to tell a guy who he just met, that his sister, who also happened to be one of Minho's friends, was dead. The poor kid never even got to meet her, only saw her in shuck dreams.

Minho took a deep breath, the air whistling between his teeth. "Um, we knew her. She actually was escaping the Maze with us."

"Then why isn't she here? Please, just tell me." Aris continued to pound Minho with questions. Deep down, he knew what Minho was getting at, but he really needed to hear it for himself. He wouldn't be able to rest without an answer.

Mihno bit the inside of his cheek, running his hand through his hair once again, looking anywhere but at Aris. He shot a glance at Newt and Thomas, begging for assistance, but they avoided eye contact at every chance.

"She - she kind of didn't make it. We were running the Maze, 'bout to jump down the shuck Griever Hole, when - when" Minho froze. "You know? I don't really know what actually happened. I wasn't there when she . . . passed." The tall boy turned toward the blonde beside him, "Newt was the only one who saw."

Newt felt a spotlight fall upon him, as each set of eyes watched him carefully. He was going to kill Minho for this. Minho understood that this was the case, but he wanted the poor kid to know what happened to his sister. Plus, he was curious as to what had happened to Lori himself.

"He's right. Unfortunately. I was with her before it happened. Her, um, her name was Lori, by the way." Newt looked up to see a small smile creep across Aris' face. He finally knew the mystery girl's name.

Newt cleared his throat before continuing, "We were fighting our way towards the Griever Hole. God, she was a fighter, she was so tough. Tougher than half the shanks in this room, to be honest. Anyway, we were running, when a buggin' Griever grabbed her and threw her to the other end of the hall. She hit her head on the wall."

Newt's voice was choked, his throat constricted with longing for what he can now never have.

"Is that how she died?" Aris asked quietly.

"No. I wish it had been that quick, but that's not how it happened. I ran over to her, but the ground around her was covered in cracks. The ground was, like, deteriorating around her. She stood up, and she, she jumped over to me. I caught her, and the ground crumbled.

We went to go and help the others, and that's when it happened. A Griever swung at me, sliced my bloody back." Newt stood still for a moment, before turning and lifting the back off his shirt up. Beneath it, was a bandage stretching from one hip to the other, just above his waistline. The bandage was spotted with blood, a sign showing that he still had not fully recovered from the wound.

Dropping his shirt and facing the three boys once more, he carried on.

"I slipped, and we both fell. I held onto her as she hung in the hole. I held on as tight as I could, but, it wasn't enough. She said that I couldn't hold her and fight Grievers off at the same time, but I wasn't listening to her. I just wanted to save her.

Minute later, she was unlocking her fingers from mine, crying. She said goodbye, and then, she fell. She bloody let go, and that was the last time I saw her. Falling down that hole."

The boys fell silent, taking in what Newt had said. None of them could imagine how awful it must have been to witness that.

Newt gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing quickly. Aris bit his bottom lip, looking up at Newt.

"Thank you for telling me, Newt. I'm sorry for what you went through."

"Don't mention it, shank. And I'm just sorry that you didn't get to meet 'er. She is" Newt choked back a sob. "She was amazing."

Minho and Thomas were surprised, they'd never seen their friend like that before. So broken, so torn. Lori was like his anchor, and now she was gone, and he was drifting out to sea.

Newt walked away without another word.

"I'm sorry" Aris said quietly. "I've never met her, I shouldn't of asked him that."

Thomas shook his head, "Aris, you have every right. If what you're saying is true, she is your sister after all."

Aris nods his head in appreciation. "Thanks for the help anyway guys. So, what's the plan to escape this hell hole?"

The boys looked at each other, they hadn't really looked that far ahead yet. They we all so unsure of what to do.

Minho looked like he was about to say something, when all of a sudden, a loud clanging bell rung throughout the room. All the boys slapped their hands to their ears, attempting to block out any possible echo of the ringing. Alas, to their misfortune, it continued.

After a few seconds, the boys looked at each other, recognition clearly painted onto their faces. The bell. The bell is the Greenie Bell. The one that rings as someone arrives in that awful metal box, where all their memories begun.

They looked everywhere for a way to turn it off, but there was nothing. The alarm wasn't giving up anytime soon.

Within a few seconds, Newt had returned by their sides, "It's the bloody Newbie alarm!"

"I know!" Thomas shouts in return.

"Why's it ringing?" And insignificant question of the day goes to . . . drum roll please . . . Newt!

"Newt, if we knew that, do you think we'd all still be standing here, looking highly confused?" Minho sasses, absently rubbing and scratching at his neck tattoo.

They all stood, trying to think over the top of pounding head aches as Frypan walked towards the door, reaching for where the handle once as. Thomas shouts a warning, running to be next to Frypan and Newt at the door.

Frypan questioned Thomas' indifference, waiting for a just response. Thomas shook his head slightly, "I don't know. It's an alarm. Maybe something really bad is happening."

They all took a moment to consider, but Frypan wasn't as thoughtful towards the idea. "Yeah! And maybe we need to get out of here!" He didn't even wait, before moving to open the door. Only this time, it didn't budge. What the hell is going on? was a common thought travelling among the boys who surround the door.

Frypan tried again and again, punching and pushing, before giving in. He turned and screamed that someone had broken the knob of the door, and that that was probably the reason why it was not opening.

Eventually, like Frypan, they all gave up, collapsing onto the beds circling the room. What were they supposed to do? There were at least twenty people in the room, windows bricked shut, the door refuses to move an inch, and they had a damn alarm blaring in the background, not really improving the thought process.

After what felt like forever to most of the boys - and Clara - the alarm finally stopped. No one spoke for a while, leaving Newt to state to their group what they may have all been subconsciously thinking to themselves at that moment in time. "Don't tell me we're still gonna get bloody Newbies thrown in our laps."

"Where's the Box in this shuck place?" Minho had muttered sarcastically, along with the typical side of smart-assery. A creak caught everyone's attention, swinging their glances towards the door. It was open; only a few inches, but it was open. "Guessin' they want us to go out there now."

Frypan held a hand forward, gesturing out the door, "Then why don't you go first?"

Minho smirked, already making his way towards the door, "No problem. Maybe we'll have a new little shank to pick on and kick in the butt when we got nothin' else to do. We could use another Chuck." Minho had aimed his last sentence towards Thomas, his words soft like marshmallows.

Thomas seemed to take what Minho had said the wrong way. He seemed to be showing some sort of sentiment towards the loss, but Thomas took it too seriously, angering him in a small way.

Thomas threw away any feeling, and looked towards he Asian boy, "Yeah. You going through or you need me to go first?"

Minho faked offense, before quietly asking Thomas what his tattoo had said. Thomas was unwilling to answer, claiming it didn't matter, and telling Minho that they should go out there.

The boy bobbed his head, "Good that. If some zombie starts eating my leg, save me."

"Deal."

Minho slowly pushed the door open wider. The hall was just as dark and quiet as it was beforehand. Newt could feel the cold tendrils of air flowing and twisting, until it wrapped around his ankles.

"Wait here" The muscled boy whispered carefully. "No need to play bumper cars with the dead folks again. Let me find the light switches first."

"Why would they have turned the, off. I mean, who turned them off?"

"Why do you even bother asking questions, dude? Nothing has ever made sense and it probably never will. Now slim it and sit still" Minho smirked. After a few moments of listening to nothing but the boy's shoes slapping the floor, Minho shouted from where ever he happened to be in the room. "Here they are!"

The lights flicked on, and shock rippled throughout the group. Something was very different. All the bodies that had been hanging from the roof; they were all gone.

How the hell did they all just disappear? How is that even possible?

Newt pushed his way forward, awing at the sight set before them all. "This is impossible." Many scenarios ran through his mind, trying to figure out how something like that could happen. He slowly spun in a circle as the thoughts continued to float around. "Not enough time passed for someone to get them out. And no one else even came into this buggin' room. We would've heard them!"

What got them into this mess? How is it fair that they have to go through this? Why them? How are these circumstances even reasonable? God, this is the worst thing that could ever happen.

Minho sighed with heavy resentment towards their current lives. "You're right. We were in there with the door closed for, what, twenty minutes? No way anyone could've moved all those bodies that quickly. Plus, this place is locked from the inside."

Thomas agreed with everything that was being said. "Not to mention getting rid of the smell."

They continued to discuss the missing bodies and the yelling Cranks. Well, they were actually talking about how there was a lack of screaming from the Cranks. Something was definitely off. More than usual, that is.

The boys were running into rooms, rushing to see why they couldn't hear the screaming. They were all shocked when they found out what the reason was. Beyond the windows, where there was once a sparse landscape, now lay a brick wall.

Tall and red, it couldn't have just been built. "I'm pretty sure they didn't have time to bloody throw up some bricks walls. What's going on here?"

Newt was asking all the questions, which no one happened to have answers to.

Minho walked slowly towards the window, tapping and hitting the wall. "Solid," he had said, slapping with wall in anger.

"It doesn't even look fresh," Thomas had stated, feeling the wall for himself. "The mortar's dry. Somehow they've tricked us, that's all."

The boys - and Clara - conversed on what the hell was going on. For about half an hour, the group searched around the building and its rooms. No one could believe that the walls were truly there. Basically everybody took turns at hitting the wall, everyone getting a shot at it at least once.

There were breakouts of disagreements, on small things, like whether or not the dressers had been moved. Mentioned dressers, also had happened to have been restocked, containing fresh clothing, shoes and digital watches for everybody.

However, after a while, what felt like the biggest change was discovered by Minho. The room where Aris had been found, which was supposed to contain Teresa, had a different slip of paper on the outside.

Instead of saying Teresa's name and such, it said,

Aris Jones. Group B, Subject B1. The Partner.

Time slowed down for a second, not just for Thomas, but for Newt. He felt something else had changed, so he continued to search. And after few minutes of exploring, he found what he was hoping to find.

On the opposite end of the room, was a pale blue door, with a gleaming silver handle. But it wan't the door that grabbed Newt's attention. It was the slip of paper beside it.

Seeing the paper gave Newt a small spark of hope. He blinked, not believing his eyes.

Lori Whyte. Group A, Subject A6. The Deciever.

It was her room. It had to be.

Newt reached for the handle, optimism glowing like a spark.