I wake up with the same craving I've always had first thing in the morning; blood. I look to my left and find an unopened blood bag next to me. Alby. I drink it dry, then make my way to Council Hall for the meeting about my job. For some reason they have started without me so when I walk in, all eyes go to me. "Thanks for the memo guys! Really appreciate it!" I deadpan sarcastically.

"She's sounds like Minho," the cook...Frypan chuckles out.

"Back to what I was saying, if I catch wind of or see any of you laying a hand on Liz, without her permission that she has cleared with me first. There will be consequences, shanks," Alby doesn't sound like he's kidding, I know he's not.

"That or I'll take care of you myself," I semi-threat the Gladers with a closed-mouth smile. I hear a few sexist comments and it takes every ounce of self control that I have, which isn't a lot, not to break a few necks.

"Now that that's out of the way, her job. Liz and I have had a long conversation and I've selected three, and only three, jobs that she will try. A Med-jack," Alby pauses looking at Clint and Jeff, who just nod slightly. "A Builder," Gally furrows his eyebrows a little, his gaze flickering between me and Alby. A few confused jabs against me are voiced. "And finally...a Runner," Alby finishes knowing what's about the happen. Every boys' eyes almost bug out of their sockets.

"Alby, are you crazy?!"

"You can't be serious!"

"A Runner?! But she's a girl!"

"She can't be a Runner!"

I roll my eyes, stick my thumb and middle finger in my mouth, and blow. A sharp, high-pitched whistle cuts through the commotion. Most of them flinch, some slightly cover their ears, and some just look annoyed. But I got them to shut up, which was the goal. Alby nods a 'thank you', I nod a 'you're welcome' back.  I fold my arms across my chest, which naturally puffs out with confidence radiating off of me. "Alright slintheads, this Gathering is over. Get to work!" Alby orders forcefully. Boys having small talk about what just happened exit the Council Hall and start heading off to work. Except the Minho, Gally, Clint, Jeff, Alby and Newt.

"Start running your sections, I'm staying behind today to see if she's Runner material," I use my super hearing to hear what Minho, Keeper of the Runners, is saying to his guys. I smirk slightly. The Runners cast a quick glance at me before being the last to leave. I cross my arms and pop out my right hip. A thought dawns on me and I go up to Alby.

Whispering lowly, I cup my hand to where only Alby can hear me, "Actually, it's been decades since I've been able to control my bloodlust when it comes to open wounds. So I think it would be best if I'm not a Med-Jack."

He nods. "Good point. Clint, Jeff, you are dismissed. Liz will not be a Med-Jack," Alby instructs. Clint and Jeff look at each other, confused. But they don't another word as they leave. Minho is the first to speak.

"Lizzie, do you know what Runners do?" Minho crosses his arms.

"You run the Maze and try to find a way out and you gotta get back to the Glade before the doors close or you're stuck in the Maze for the night with the Grievers," I say as if it's no big deal. Minho narrows his eyes, I didn't think they could get any narrower.

"And what do you know about Grievers?"

I take a deep breath, " I know not to pet one," I smirk. Gally and Newt don't try very hard to contain their laughter. Even Alby is chuckling. Minho gives a side smile.

"Alright then, let's get started,"