Sprinting into the mass of trees, I found a tall pine, and slid down into bark. I felt the sharp edges digging into my spine, but I didn't care. It reminded me of the pain I've caused. I've probably ruined my relationship.

But something that scared me even more, was that I couldn't control myself. I felt like I had an evil conscious, always questioning me. I could still remember the sensation, pressing my lips against Newt, but knowing it wasn't me.

I would have never been so forceful, we've only just got together. The vulnerability of not being able to control my self churned my insides, making me feel vile.

The snapping of twigs jerked my head up, the tears still streaming. "W-who's there?" I hiccuped, hastily wiping away my tears. "Joanie?"

Thomas emerged from the brush, his face stricken with worry. "Anything wrong?" He asked. I nodded, letting the tears slip once more. He sat down next to me, wiping away a tear.

I was once again interrupted by the snapping of twigs. "Who's there?" Thomas called out, I poked his arm and shook my head violently. Instead, he stood up, and started heading in he direction of the noise, I stumbled up, quite loudly, and followed. "Anybody there?" He asked. "It's me Thomas, the new guy. Well, second newest guy," he said, and gave me a look that basically said, how stupid am I.

That was when we saw where we are. Sticks poked out of the ground, things crowded around them. They had writing on them, names to be exact. Thomas gave me a raised eyebrow, then began reading the names.

"Stephen, George," he said, "know them?"

I shook my head, tensing up when I realized how close we were to it. "Adam,"

I sucked in a breath, "who's he?" He asked. I clenched my jaw, my feet shuffling the floor. "A friend," I said blankly. His gaze softened and he muttered a "sorry,"

Thomas gasped as he looked over the next grave. It was only half, of a body. I had remembered the story of the kid that got cut in half from going down the box hole. I had just never taken it upon myself to come find the grave.

"Let this half-shank be a warning to all:
You can't escape through the Box Hole." Thomas said, in disbelief. I walked closer to him, pausing when we heard the sound of another twig breaking, from across the grave yard. Someone was following us, and j desperately hoped it wasn't Newt or Minho.

"Who's out there?" Thomas called, his voice shaky and hollow-it sounded as if he were speaking inside an insulated tunnel. "Seriously, this is stupid." I spoke, making my voice heard.

Instead of receiving a word of response, the bushel was bombarded, a large thing dashing through the woods, completely abandoning any of their former stealth. Before us, stood a small sickly boy, his head blonde, but dirty. His eyes shone with a madness, similar to Something I just couldn't place in my mind.

It was Ben.

"Who the he-" Thomas started, before gasping backwards, tumbling into the underbrush. "Ben no!" I screamed, leaping to the side, as Thomas struggled with the boy in top. A grave ripped through Thomas's shirt, and I widened my eyes in fear. Bens jaws were opening and closing, trying to get a bite out of thomas.

I leapt upon Bens back, pinning his legs down. Ben kicked me in the head, shooting me backwards as he himself jumped upon me. He clawed at my face, and I felt a sting along my left temple.

Screaming in pain, I thrashed, trying anything. I spit in his face, wiggled side to side, but nothing succeeded. "THOMAS!" The scream shredded my throat, but I had barely gotten it out when Bens body shot to the side, a blur of a boy on top.

I heard a shout of pain from Thomas as I glanced Ben sink his teeth into Thomas's shoulder. It made a terrible crunch and squish as it broke flesh. Thomas pushed against the boy, his arms tense from the force. Ben fell backwards, crushing a grave; and me.

I felt splinters of wood make its way onto my back, my screams muffled by the writhing teen above me. Thomas, scrambled up, glancing at Ben while I threw him aside.

Bens sheet like skin was stretched, only marred by dark dripping blood. He wore nothing but shorts, his spine poking out in odd angles as he contorted his body. The green veins races along his body, pulsing, and I sign that the crazed not was indeed alive.

His bloodshot eyes darted around, before testing on thomas. A flash of silver caught my eye as his hand gripped a metal weapon. Somehow, a knife had appeared, making Ben look more like a psycho. A strange feeling erupted in my stomach as I realized.

This could be it; the end

It was merely five seconds later, when a deep voice reverberated through, "Ben!"

Across the graveyard Alby stood. His phantom figure, intimidating in the dining lights. He held a bow and arrow, cocked, and aimed straight at Ben.

"Ben, stop now or you ain't gonna see tomorrow," alby recited, his glare never faltering. Bens tongue flocked between his lips, reminding me of a snake, rearing for the kill.

"If you kill me," Ben shrieked, spittle flying from his mouth, far enough to hit us in the face, "you'll get the wrong guy." He snapped his gaze back to Thomas. "He's the shank you wanna kill. Him and her, this was her!" His voice was full of madness.

"Don't be stupid, Ben," Alby said, his voice calm as he continued to aim the arrow. "Thomas just got here-ain't nothing to worry about. And you know Joanie, friends, remember? You're still buggin' from the Changing. You should've never left your bed,"

"He's not one of us!" Ben shouted. "I saw him-he's ... he's bad. Both of them. She let them do it! Saw her own brother get taken away! We have to kill them! Let me gut him! We can hang her from the maze walls!" He screamed, causing the blood to ooze from his wounds, a mad race as the slid down his pale back.

Thomas took a step back, gripping my arm. I knew what he was thinking. What made us so bad? What could we have done to deserve this hate? But Ben was right about one thing, the memory of my brother being ripped away. Just how did he know?

Alby hadn't moved his weapon an inch, still aiming for Ben. "You leave that to me and the Keepers to figure out, shuck-face." His hands were perfectly steady as he held the bow, almost as if he had propped it against a branch for support. "Right now, back your scrawny butt down and get to the homestead,"

"They'll wanna take us home," Ben said. "They'll wanna get us out of the Maze. Better we all jumped off the Cliff! Better we tore each other's guts out!"

"What are you talking-" Thomas began.

"Shut your face!" Ben screamed. "Shut your ugly, traitorous face!" I took a shaky step forward, "Ben, it's me," I cried, not remembering when the tears had reappeared. "I know who you are!" He screamed, "I don't need to be reminded!"

"Ben," Alby said calmly. "I'm gonna count to three."
"He's bad, she's bad, he's bad, she's bad, they're bad ...," Ben was whispering now, almost chanting. He swayed back and forth, switching the knife from hand to hand, eyes glued on Thomas and I.
"One."
"Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad ..."

And instead of cowering in fear, he smiled, teeth glowing green in the light, except for a red oozing hole where his tooth must've been knocked out during the fight.

"Two." Alby's voice was louder, filled with warning.
"Ben," Thomas said, anguish in his voice, "I'm not ... I don't even know what-"
Ben screamed, a strangled gurgle of madness, and leaped into the air, slashing out with his blade.

"Three!" Alby shouted.
There was the sound of snapping wire. The speeding arrow sliced through the air; a blur. It was unseen before lodging into his face, a slurping thunk.

His face snapped left, a spinning motion front the full force of the weapon. His body swung around, flipping him aside till his feet faces Thomas and I.

Bens figure lay, not making a sound.