"WHAT THE SHUCK, MINHO?!" You shouted at the top of your lungs at the boy who just dumped a full bucket of water over your head. You were about to strangle him.

"Oh, come on. It was funny!" Minho said putting his hands on his hips.

You heard Thomas, Chuck, Newt, Frypan, Gally, Alby, and Winston burst out laughing in the background.

"You're all slintheads." You said smirking.

"Don't be like that, (Y/N)." Thomas said, jokingly, sitting next to you.

You got up and ran away.

"What do you think she's got planned for us?" You heard Winston say.

"Don't know but we should be scared." Newt said back.

You didn't know what, how, or when but you would get them back. And you knew it. You made it to the woods. You kept running. You ran until you got to a wall. You in the corner thinking about how you were going to get them back. You closed your eyes, trying to remember if you pulled a prank on anyone in your life before the Maze/Glade whatever they called it.

You felt something cold snaking around your waist.

"Guys stop." You said trying to swat whatever it was away.

It felt like hands. At first you thought they were Minho's. Or it they weren't his, they were Newt's or Thomas's. When they wouldn't let go you opened your eyes. They was nothing standing in front of you. You looked down. There were arms there. They were muscly. They had purple pulsing veins all over them. Mixed in with the veins were blood stains, scratches, still fresh cuts, scars, and bite marks. You turned to see who the arms belonged to. A man's yellow tinted eyes that were blood shot stared into your (E/C) ones. He had patchy hair, his clothes were barely hanging onto him, they were ripped so bad, his lips pressed into a sickening grin, his teeth were surprisingly perfect, but one thing was missing. His nose.

"Hello, noses." His voice was strained and deep.

You did they only thing you could think of. You screamed. You fought against him as he tried to pull you closer.

"Stop squirming, noses! I just wants your nose. You have a very pretty one, don't you think?" The man said.

"Let go of me!" You yelled.

You swung a fist at his face. It connected with his left cheek, right under his eye. He yelped and instinctively brought his hands up to his cheek. You quickly got to your feet, only to be pulled back down by the man grabbing onto your feet.

"Okay, (Y/N)! We know what you're doing! You could come out!" You heard Minho shout.

"HEL-" You tried to shout back. The man was on top of you with his hand clamped against your mouth.

"Shut up, noses! Hold still so I could get your nose!" The man shouted.

You bit his hand and he yelped again. It gave you enough time to crawl out from under him, get to your feet, and sprint a few feet. The man jumped on you, sent you flying forward and you hit a tree. It knocked the breath out of you.

"Did you find a noses?" A women said  from behind you.

She walked into your sight. She looked exactly like the man. Except, she was shorter, had long blonde hair, was wearing a tattered brown dress with an ugly flower pattern, and was less muscular. But she still had no nose.

"(Y/N). Seriously. Come out!" Minho called.

"Don't you think I would if I could?" You said in a whisper.

"Is that more noses?" The women asked. Looking at you.

"No." You said.

"Really? I think that is."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is." The man said. They both came closer to you.

The women started playing with your hair and the man bent down to your face. He started poking your nose repeatedly.

"Noses, noses. Pretty noses. Noses, noses, noses, noses. Pretty, pretty, noses." The man kept singing.

The women started to dig her finger nails into your scalp and your neck.

"HELP!" You screamed.

"Shut it, noses!" The women said, "We just want your nose! That's all! Nothing attached.

"HELP ME!"

The women pushed harder on your scalp and neck. The man started to dig his nails into your stomach and side.

You cried out in pain.

"We aren't hurting you that bad." The man said with a smirk.

"HELP! PLEASE!" You cried again.

"SHUT UP!" The women said and push harder.

"PLEASE!"

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice say. "Get off her!"

"More noses! She lied!" The man said digging his nails deeper into your stomach and side making you cry out again.

"Stop! Please!" You said.

Alby and Minho each tackled one person. Newt and Thomas were at your side in and instant.

"(Y/N)! Bloody hell. What happened?" Newt asked franticly looking at your wound. He looked helpless and guilty.

"Well, that idiot came out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around me. He tackled me and said he wanted to take my nose. Then that other idiot came out of nowhere and started playing with my hair and digging her nails into my scalp and neck. Then you shanks come and start beating the crap out of them - finally."

Newt actually cracked a smile. Something you thought you would never see.

"Wait. Did he call you noses?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah. He didn't have a nose. And if he did, I don't think he would have it anymore." You said looking at Minho, who was still beating the living crap out of a dead guy.

"Hey! Minho! He's dead!" Thomas called to him.

Newt touched one of the wounds on your side gently. Pain shot from all the finger holes in your body. You cried out in pain.

Newt jerked his hand back. "I'm pretty sure that's infected."

"Ow." Was all you said.

Minho was standing behind Newt, "If any more of those things come out, I'm gonna beat the shuck out of them."

"And I wont try to stop you." You said trying to hold in a scream. "Freaking. . . Ow."

"Stop moving and it wont hurt as much." Thomas said. "I've been shot and had an infection from that. I know how it is."

You tried to stop moving, but your body trembled. For no particular reason. You couldn't stop it though.

"Can you walk?" Alby asked.

"Maybe. If I could get up." You replied.

Newt and Thomas helped you sit up, it took a butt load of effort not to scream in pain. You got half way up then pain shot from your ankle.

"Put me down." You said.

They sat you back down and you looked at your ankle. You were sure that it was defiantly not supposed to bend that way.

Thomas followed your gaze. "That doesn't look good."

"Yeah, no. It doesn't." You said.

You could feel Newt's eyes on you. You must have looked horrible but, you know what? You really didn't care at that moment. You were in too much pain to think about what you looked like. The only part of your body you were afraid of the way it looked was, your ankle.

"Then I guess that's a no on if you could walk." Minho said.

"Bring her to the Med-Jack hut." Alby said.

Minho and Thomas picked you up as gently as possible while Newt watched. You knew what he was doing.

Don't you dare go looking for more of those things. You said to him in your mind.

There Cranks and I am just going to look around. I'm not going to throw myself into a pit of them. He said back.

Fine, but don't get killed.

That's all your gonna say?

Well, what do you want me to say?

Nothing.

You could see what he wanted to tell you. And you wanted to say it right back to him.

I love you.