A/N- Hi everyone! This is Izzy! The plan was to post our first chapter in December, but we wanted to get a few more chapters done so that we have a small cushion in case we're super busy one week. Also someone cough cough Rose cough cough is in need of a little inspiration, so we're hoping that a few comments and reviews will get the ball rolling. Thanks!

*Izzy's POV*

Everything is cold as I look into the black abyss that surrounds me. The harsh rusted metal digs into my cheek as I lay on the grated floor.

I hear a loud creak and the mechanical whir of what sounds like pulleys as I feel the ground beneath me move slowly but steadily upward. Where the hell am I?

I... Who cares about where I am, who am I? Calm down... I... Izzy. My name is Izzy.

"Is there anyone here?" I call out, a scratchy voice greeting me as if I haven't spoken in days. I wait quietly for a response, but am greeted by only the creaking made by what I now assume is an elevator as it continues to ascend.

I stay still for a long time. Trying to remember anything before waking up in this damn elevator that seems to have no destination. But nothing comes back. All I get is a sick feeling in my stomach as the contraption continues to groan as it makes its slow climb. Eventually, I slowly bring myself to my feet and glance around the dark, cold metal box.

W.C.K.D.

It's inscribed on every box and crate inside this elevator. I pull the closest crate towards me and break it open. Inside are a dozen small tubes filled with a pale blue liquid. The side of each tube is inscribed with the those 4 little letters.

W.C.K.D.

I head to the next box over, this one covered in a tarp. I lift the tarp away and am startled by a sudden animalistic screeching.

I jump backwards, accidentally pulling the rest of the tarp with me. I'm greeted with the the sight of the snout of a pig and beyond that, it's beady eyes glaring at me.

"Way to go, Izzy," I scold myself as I bring myself back up to my feet. With a groan, the elevator halts, sending crates sliding everywhere and sending me flying to the floor.

I glance up at the ceiling to see it parting, causing me to back up as far as possible into the corner, hiding behind a few crates as best I can. I briefly see sunlight streaming in before shadows of people cover most of the rusty floor.

"Where is he?" I hear whispers come from above me.

"Anyone spot him?" I hear another voice say. Should I go out? Maybe they can help me. "Newt, go find the shank."

Shank? What's that supposed to mean? I hear the sound of shoes on metal and realize someone else has entered the elevator.

"Alright, Greenie. Come on out, no one's gonna hurt ya," I hear a boy say, his voice thick with an odd accent that I recognize slightly... a British accent. He slowly makes his way around the elevator turning around right in front of me. "Oh..."

"What's going on, Newt?" I hear shouts as this boy, his hair a jumbled mess of blonde, his dark brown eyes wide as he just stares at me.

"It's a girl," the boy says as he glances up before turning back to me. "Let's get you outta here."

The boy reaches for my arm but I send my fist flying into his nose, causing him to stumble back as he clutches his face.

"Newt!" I hear multiple shouts ring out.

"Stay away!" I manage to get out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey!" I hear another shout as someone drops down, a boy with dark skin and obsidian eyes. "You need to calm down!"

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask louder, causing the people up top to laugh as they mutter amongst themselves.

"Look! We know you're probably really confused," the boy with the accent says as he moves by the other boy, giving him a slight glare as he does so. Some blood drips from his nose and I instantly feel slightly bad, but then my confusion washes away any feelings. "But you need to calm down and trust us."

"Give me one good reason to," I mutter and he glances at the other kid, who just shrugs.

"We haven't tried to kill you yet," the other boy states simply, and I raise an eyebrow at this, while the accented boy simply groans.

"Not helping, Alby," the boy with the accent says before he looks back up at me. "I can't give you a reason to trust us. But you have to realize that you can't stay down here forever."

I glance around the small elevator and realize that he's right. There's no other way out and I don't wanna be here if this thing starts moving again. Another glance at the boy and I see more blood dripping out of his nose and down his face, making those guilty feelings return.

"Fine," I mutter softly as I slowly stand up, the accented boy just giving me a nod as the other boy grabs hold of a rope and is pulled from the elevator. He motions for me to go up next and as soon as I've grabbed the rope, I'm hoisted up.

The first thing I notice are the walls. They are cement, covered in ivy, and extend up as tall as any skyscraper, seeming to go on forever.

"Welcome to the Glade."