Alby wasn"t acting scared-he appeared ... confused. Surprised. The alarm clanged through the air.
"What"s going on?" Thomas asked. Relief flooded his chest that his tour guide didn"t seem to think the world was about to end-but even so, Thomas was getting tired of being hit by waves of panic.
"That"s weird" was all Alby said as he scanned the Glade, squinting. Thomas noticed people in the Blood House pens glancing around, apparently just as confused. One shouted to Alby, a short, skinny kid drenched in mud.
"What"s up with that?" the boy asked, looking to Thomas for some reason.
"I don"t know," Alby murmured back in a distant voice.
But Thomas couldn"t stand it anymore. "Alby! What"s going on?"
"The Box, shuck-face, the Box!" was all Alby said before he set off for the middle of the Glade at a brisk pace that almost looked to Thomas like panic.
"What about it?" Thomas demanded, hurrying to catch up. Talk to me! he wanted to scream at him.
But Alby didn"t answer or slow down, and as they got closer to the box Thomas could see that dozens of kids were running around the courtyard. He spotted Newt and called to him, trying to suppress his rising fear, telling himself things would be okay, that there had to be a reasonable explanation.
"Newt, what"s going on!" he yelled.
Newt glanced over at him, then nodded and walked over, strangely calm in the middle of the chaos. He swatted Thomas on the back. "Means a b.l.o.o.d.y Newbie"s comin" up in the Box." He paused as if expecting Thomas to be impressed. "Right now."
"So?" As Thomas looked more closely at Newt, he realized that what he"d mistaken for calm was actually disbelief-maybe even excitement.
"So?" Newt replied, his jaw dropping slightly. "Greenie, we"ve never had two Newbies show up in the same month, much less two days in a row."
And with that, he ran off toward the Homestead.
CHAPTER 8.
The alarm finally stopped after blaring for a full two minutes. A crowd was gathered in the middle of the courtyard around the steel doors through which Thomas was startled to realize he"d arrived just yesterday. Yesterday? he thought. Was that really just yesterday?
Someone tapped him on the elbow; he looked over to see Chuck by his side again.
"How goes it, Greenbean?" Chuck asked.
"Fine," he replied, even though nothing could"ve been further from the truth. He pointed toward the doors of the Box. "Why is everyone freaking out? Isn"t this how you all got here?"
Chuck shrugged. "I don"t know-guess it"s always been real regular-like. One a month, every month, same day. Maybe whoever"s in charge realized you were nothing but a big mistake, sent someone to replace you." He giggled as he elbowed Thomas in the ribs, a high-pitched snicker that inexplicably made Thomas like him more.
Thomas shot his new friend a fake glare. "You"re annoying. Seriously."
"Yeah, but we"re buddies, now, right?" Chuck fully laughed this time, a squeaky sort of snort.
"Looks like you"re not giving me much choice on that one." But truth was, he needed a friend, and Chuck would do just fine.
The kid folded his arms, looking very satisfied. "Glad that"s settled, Greenie. Everyone needs a buddy in this place."
Thomas grabbed Chuck by the collar, joking around. "Okay, buddy, then call me by my name. Thomas. Or I"ll throw you down the hole after the Box leaves." That triggered a thought in his head as he released Chuck. "Wait a minute, have you guys ever-"
"Tried it," Chuck interrupted before Thomas could finish.
"Tried what?"
"Going down in the Box after it makes a delivery," Chuck answered. "It won"t do it. Won"t go down until it"s completely empty."
Thomas remembered Alby telling him that very thing. "I already knew that, but what about-"
"Tried it."
Thomas had to suppress a groan-this was getting irritating. "Man you"re hard to talk to. Tried what?"
"Going through the hole after the Box goes down. Can"t. Doors will open, but there"s just emptiness, blackness, nothing. No ropes, nada. Can"t do it."
How could that be possible? "Did you-"
"Tried it."
Thomas did groan this time. "Okay, what?"
"We threw some things into the hole. Never heard them land. It goes on for a long time."
Thomas paused before he replied, not wanting to be cut off again. "What are you, a mind reader or something?" He threw as much sarcasm as he could into the comment.
"Just brilliant, that"s all." Chuck winked.
"Chuck, never wink at me again." Thomas said it with a smile. Chuck was a little annoying, but there was something about him that made things seem less terrible. Thomas took a deep breath and looked back toward the crowd around the hole. "So, how long until the delivery gets here?"
"Usually takes about half an hour after the alarm."
Thomas thought for a second. There had to be something they hadn"t tried. "You"re sure about the hole? Have you ever ..." He paused, waiting for the interruption, but none came. "Have you ever tried making a rope?"
"Yeah, they did. With the ivy. Longest one they could possibly make. Let"s just say that little experiment didn"t go so well."
"What do you mean?" What now? Thomas thought.
"I wasn"t here, but I heard the kid who volunteered to do it had only gone down about ten feet when something swooshed through the air and cut him clean in half."
"What?" Thomas laughed. "I don"t believe that for a second."
"Oh, yeah, smart guy? I"ve seen the sucker"s bones. Cut in half like a knife through whipped cream. They keep him in a box to remind future kids not to be so stupid."
Thomas waited for Chuck to laugh or smile, thinking it had to be a joke-who ever heard of someone being cut in half? But it never came. "You"re serious?"
Chuck just stared back at him. "I don"t lie, Gree-uh, Thomas. Come on, let"s go over and see who"s coming up. I can"t believe you only have to be the Greenbean for one day. Klunkhead."
As they walked over, Thomas asked the one question he hadn"t posed yet. "How do you know it"s not just supplies or whatever?"
"The alarm doesn"t go off when that happens," Chuck answered, simply. "The supplies come up at the same time every week. Hey, look." Chuck stopped and pointed to someone in the crowd. It was Gally, staring dead at them.
"Shuck it," Chuck said. "He does not like you, man."
"Yeah," Thomas muttered. "Figured that out already." And the feeling was mutual.
Chuck nudged Thomas with his elbow and the boys resumed their walk to the edge of the crowd, then waited in silence; any questions Thomas had were forgotten. He"d lost the urge to talk after seeing Gally.
Chuck apparently hadn"t. "Why don"t you go ask him what his problem is?" he asked, trying to sound tough.
Thomas wanted to think he was brave enough, but that currently sounded like the worst idea in history. "Well, for one, he has a lot more allies than I do. Not a good person to pick a fight with."
"Yeah, but you"re smarter. And I bet you"re quicker. You could take him and all his buddies."
One of the boys standing in front of them looked back over his shoulder, annoyance crossing his face.
Must be a friend of Gally"s, Thomas thought. "Would you shut it?" he hissed at Chuck.
A door closed behind them; Thomas turned to see Alby and Newt heading over from the Homestead. They both looked exhausted.
Seeing them brought Ben back to his mind-along with the horrific image of him writhing in bed. "Chuck, man, you gotta tell me what this whole Changing business is. What have they been doing in there with that poor Ben kid?"
Chuck shrugged. "Don"t know the details. The Grievers do bad things to you, make your whole body go through something awful. When it"s over, you"re ... different."
Thomas sensed a chance to finally have a solid answer. "Different? What do you mean? And what does it have to do with the Grievers? Is that what Gally meant by "being stung"?"
"Shh." Chuck held a finger to his mouth.
Thomas almost screamed in frustration, but he kept quiet. He resolved to make Chuck tell him later, whether the guy wanted to or not.
Alby and Newt had reached the crowd and pushed themselves to the front, standing right over the doors that led to the Box. Everyone quieted, and for the first time, Thomas noted the grinds and rattles of the rising lift, reminding him of his own nightmarish trip the day before. Sadness washed over him, almost as if he were reliving those few terrible minutes of awakening in darkness to the memory loss. He felt sorry for whoever this new kid was, going through the same things.
A m.u.f.fled boom announced that the bizarre elevator had arrived.
Thomas watched in antic.i.p.ation as Newt and Alby took positions on opposite sides of the shaft doors-a crack split the metal square right down the middle. Simple hook-handles were attached on both sides, and together they yanked them apart. With a metallic sc.r.a.pe the doors were opened, and a puff of dust from the surrounding stone rose into the air.
Complete silence settled over the Gladers. As Newt leaned over to get a better look into the Box, the faint bleating of a goat in the distance echoed across the courtyard. Thomas leaned forward as far as he possibly could, hoping to get a glance at the newcomer.
With a sudden jerk, Newt pushed himself back into an upright position, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Holy ...," he breathed, looking around at nothing in particular.
By this time, Alby had gotten a good look as well, with a similar reaction. "No way," he murmured, almost in a trance.
A chorus of questions filled the air as everyone began pushing forward to get a look into the small opening. What do they see down there? Thomas wondered. What do they see! He felt a sliver of muted fear, similar to what he"d experienced that morning when he stepped toward the window to see the Griever.
"Hold on!" Alby yelled, silencing everyone. "Just hold on!"
"Well, what"s wrong?" someone yelled back.
Alby stood up. "Two Newbies in two days," he said, almost in a whisper. "Now this. Two years, nothing different, now this." Then, for some reason, he looked straight at Thomas. "What"s goin" on here, Greenie?"
Thomas stared back, confused, his face turning bright red, his gut clenching. "How am I supposed to know?"
"Why don"t you just tell us what the shuck is down there, Alby?" Gally called out. There were more murmurs and another surge forward.
"You shanks shut up!" Alby yelled. "Tell "em, Newt."
Newt looked down in the Box one more time, then faced the crowd, gravely.
"It"s a girl," he said.
Everyone started talking at once; Thomas only caught pieces here and there.
"A girl?"
"I got dibs!"
"What"s she look like?"
"How old is she?"
Thomas was drowning in a sea of confusion. A girl? He hadn"t even thought about why the Glade only had boys, no girls. Hadn"t even had the chance to notice, really. Who is she? he wondered. Why- Newt shushed them again. "That"s not b.l.o.o.d.y half of it," he said, then pointed down into the Box. "I think she"s dead."
A couple of boys grabbed some ropes made from ivy vines and lowered Alby and Newt into the Box so they could retrieve the girl"s body. A mood of reserved shock had come over most of the Gladers, who were milling about with solemn faces, kicking loose rocks and not saying much at all. No one dared admit they couldn"t wait to see the girl, but Thomas a.s.sumed they were all just as curious as he was.
Gally was one of the boys holding on to the ropes, ready to hoist her, Alby, and Newt out of the Box. Thomas watched him closely. His eyes were laced with something dark-almost a sick fascination. A gleam that made Thomas suddenly more scared of him than he"d been minutes earlier.
From deep in the shaft came Alby"s voice shouting that they were ready, and Gally and a couple of others started pulling up on the rope. A few grunts later and the girl"s lifeless body was dragged out, across the edge of the door and onto one of the stone blocks making up the ground of the Glade. Everyone immediately ran forward, forming a packed crowd around her, a palpable excitement hovering in the air. But Thomas stayed back. The eerie silence gave him the creeps, as if they"d just opened up a recently laid tomb.
Despite his own curiosity, Thomas didn"t bother trying to force his way through to get a look-the bodies were too tightly squeezed together. But he had caught a glimpse of her before being blocked off. She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.
Newt and Alby scrambled out of the Box after her, then forced their way through to the girl"s lifeless body, the crowd re-forming behind to cut them off from Thomas"s view. Only a few seconds later, the group parted again, and Newt was pointing straight at Thomas.
"Greenie, get over here," he said, not bothering to be polite about it.
Thomas"s heart jumped into his throat; his hands started to sweat. What did they want him for? Things just kept getting worse and worse. He forced himself to walk forward, trying to seem innocent without acting like someone who was guilty who was trying to act innocent. Oh, calm it, he told himself. You haven"t done anything wrong. But he had a strange feeling that maybe he had without realizing it.
The boys lining the path to Newt and the girl glared at him as he walked past, as if he were responsible for the entire mess of the Maze and the Glade and the Grievers. Thomas refused to make eye contact with any of them, afraid of looking guilty.
He approached Newt and Alby, who both knelt beside the girl. Thomas, not wanting to meet their stares, concentrated on the girl; despite her paleness, she was really pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful. Silky hair, flawless skin, perfect lips, long legs. It made him sick to think that way about a dead girl, but he couldn"t look away. Won"t be that way for long, he thought with a queasy twist in his stomach. She"ll start rotting soon. He was surprised at having such a morbid thought.
"You know this girl, shank?" Alby asked, sounding ticked off.
Thomas was shocked by the question. "Know her? Of course I don"t know her. I don"t know anyone. Except for you guys."