Chapter One-The Begining

Published Date:06/07/16

Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner. I only own my own characters.

I was numb.

I couldn't feel the rumbling of the machine I was in or the constant coldness of the hard metal surface. My ears were filled with incoherent voices and words, to which my mind desperately tried to distinguish.

My vision was blurred. I could make out one colour; black. Everything was black. I was incapable to form words. My tongue felt like a piece of leather. Dry and rough.

I could faintly smell the acrid smell of gasoline, which burned my nose and made my colourless eyes water.

I was breathing. That was good, but I didn't know where I was and much like my vision my memory was blurred.

As I layed there feeling stared to creep back into my body. I felt cold and every part of me ached with pain. I could feel the pins and needles in my feet and once I regained control of my body I started to see things more clearly. I saw the flashing of a red light and white words marked on a hard surface.

I couldn't process them, as every time I tried a black wall would go over my vision and I would see a pair of amber eyes, the colour of molten gold. They filled my body with warmth, but soon it would disappear. I felt like something or someone didn't want me to see something, which were those block letters.

Instead of plaguing myself with the challenge to see words that I knew I wouldn't be able to see, I concentrate on my blurry memory. It disconcerted me that I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't remember how I got here. I couldn't remember any familiar faces . I couldn't my own name.

That terrified me.

Suddenly a burst of noise slammed into my ears making me wince. They were voices. The voices I had woken up to. They were mumbling gibberish, a language that I couldn't understand. This frustrated me and scared me as, seen by the red flashing light, I was the only person in-a box?

I was in a box. The voices halted, but I payed no mind to that, as my shaky legs battled to keep me standing. My head swiveled around on my neck, seeking an exit, but not finding one. There where crates around me, labeled with the same infuriating block letters.

It also seemed that the box I was in was moving upwards. 'Like an elevator', I thought to myself.

But where was the elevator like box moving too?

My hands steadied me, by latching onto the walls of the box. As I did this the box came to a screeching halt. The noise battered my eardrums, making me wince. I was suddenly thankful that I had grabbed onto the side of the box as it kept me from falling.

As I waited for something to happen, my heart beat picked up. Something was about to happen and it would be important.

A sliver of bright light cut through the darkness I was once in. It gradually got bigger and bigger until the whole top of the box was gone. Sunlight. Warm sunlight beat down on me, making my eyes squint at the dramatic change in light.

There were a few seconds of silence, to which was broken by a male voice. Or rather multiple male voices.

They chorused together in a throng of meshed up words, that I could barely understand. I only managed to pick up the words 'new' and 'shank'. I was guessing I was the 'new', but I didn't know what a 'shank' was.

A sharp male voice dominated the rest of them, effectively cutting them off.

"Where's the Greenie?" A British male voice asked aloud. I realized from the angle I was standing, no-body above me could see me. It gave me reassurance, but I knew that it would be only a matter of time before they got impatient and jumped down here to look for me, the Greenie.

I held my breath as a pair of legs jumped down into the box. His back was away from me and I could make out a lean frame accompanied by dirty blonde hair. I scanned around me for a weapon, but my eyes could only detect wooden crates. A sharp gasp cut through the quiet atmosphere and my head jerked upwards to meet a pair of brown eyes. They looked like melted chocolate.

He stared at me like I was some fascinating creature he had never seen. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion and the boy called up with a hoarse voice.

"Ummm, Alby I think you should come down here and see this." He said never talking his eyes off of me. A moment later a pair of feet landed beside him. A pair of dark eyes looked at me with a mix of wariness and confusion. I stared back at him, refusing to be intimated by the two that where significantly taller than me.

I didn't say anything as slowly the boy with the dark eyes and skin regained a superior posture. He was probably the leader. His hand shot out and I jerked at the sudden movement. My feet and hands twitched and I felt the need to protect myself. However, I didn't do that. I held out my hand and shook his meaty one.

He cleared his throat, "I'm Alby, we'll help you getting out of the box. I don't really think you would like to be stuck down here."

I slowly nodded my head and Alby called upwards. A long piece of rope came down and I waited for both of them to go up first, not wanting to turn my back on them. I was pulled upwards and my arms were grabbed to help me up. My eyes were assaulted in a mix of green and blue. Everything around me felt unnatural. The grass was too green, the sky too blue. There was no sun present, but yet the whole of the field like place I was in was illuminated with an unseen light.

A burst of whispers circulated around me and only then did I realize that I was surrounded by a crowd of boys. There were no girls, only boys. That was enough to send me running. I barged past everyone and ran like my life depended on it and honestly it felt like it did. I only stopped when my foot got caught on a stray twig. I stumbled but remained up right.

I found that even though I was away from the, now cheering, crowd of boys I was still surrounded. All around me-us-where grey towering walls. I felt the panic begin to rise up. 'Where the hell was I?'

My head swiveled in every direction, noticing the gaping holes that lead into a long hall. On each towering wall there was an entrance. My first instinct was to run towards one of the entrances, but as I got closer and closer I realized how much of a bad idea that could be.

I was proved right as a thin fingered hand grasped my shoulder, pulling me away from the hall.

"You don't want to go in there Greenie," I looked up to see the blonde British boy.

"Why? What's in there?" I asked, all off a sudden craving to know all about the foreign place I was.

He regarded me with honey brown eyes, that gave me a weird sense of comfort. "Never mind that, its my turn to look after the new Greenie. We should probably find you a place to sleep first. Alby told me to find you a place separate from the rest off us. Y'know...considering you're the only the girl."

I nodded my head, looking back to where the rest of the boys where. However, I realized that they had all dispersed to work in different areas of the field.

What looked to be the most near me, was a garden filled with various vibrant crops. The boys were hunched over only a few of them glancing at me. Further away from me was a tall rickety building that looked like it could collapse at any moment. The sounds of animals drew my attention to a smaller building. I didn't really want to know what went on in there although I had a very good idea, the smell of blood was pungent. Of into the distance, directly opposite me was a large dense forest. The trees looked clumped together and it almost looked like there was a huge green tarp covering the top as the leave were so clustered together. Dotted around the field were other small, badly built buildings.

"What is this place?" I asked in curiosity.

"This," he paused for dramatic effect, sweeping his arm around, " is The Glade."