Hello, readers. This is my first attempt at a Cube fanfic. I'm a huge fan of the movies, and have always wanted to write a fanfiction. It may take me a little while to update, so please be patient with me. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

P.S. I don't own Cube or anything having to do with it. The characters are mine, however.

Chapter 1

When I first woke up, I don't think I would've remembered anything, had my name not been stitched onto my jumpsuit. At least I think it was my name. I really had no way of telling at that point, for I had obviously not regained any of my memory at that time. The jumpsuit itself was uncomfortable, faded, and a little baggy. They were an ugly blue gray color…or at least I think they were at one point. I also realized when I woke up, that I was wearing boots. Not mine; although they fit well. They were also well polished; and glossy black.

As I slowly opened my eyes the first thing I saw was a dull blue glare. My first instinct was to rub my eyes, and as I did so, I continued to recover my senses and investigate my surroundings. As I brought my self up to a laying stance supported on one elbow, I looked around. I found that I was in a cube room. All of the sides, the ceiling, even the floor were identical, and they all glowed an eerie blue. In the center of each side of the cube was a door. Branching and running parallel to either side of each door was what appeared to be a ladder. The rungs were only wide enough to support one foot, but it was the only way to reach the door without having to pull oneself up to it.

I slowly brought myself to a standing position, still looking around at the room that I'd woken up in. I decided to myself with ease to walk up to the door just ahead of me. When I reached it, I stood and examined it. It was a steel handle that turned clockwise. As I turned the handle I could hear what sounded like gears within the walls, and to my surprise once I turned the handle a total of four times, the door popped outward and slid downward on a metal track. I slowly looked into the passage way that I had just exposed. Beyond the passageway I saw another room that seemed identical to the one that I now occupied, with one exception. It glowed green. The passage way was about two feet long with 2 sets of lights on three sides. The floor was the only side without them.

I took one more look around the room that I was in and it suddenly began to adopt a claustrophobic nature. I felt a cold chill run down my back and climbed into the two foot passage way. As I neared the other side, someone grabbed the neck of my jumpsuit and harshly pulled my through. I hit my head hard, and woke up a few minutes later. My head hurt and as I reached back and rubbed it, I felt fresh blood. When I looked up I saw the one who pulled me through.

I looked up at his left shoulder area where, when my vision cleared after my fall, I saw that his name was Owens. He was kneeling and he had one hand on my shoulder, the other behind his back. His boots were hanging on his neck tied together by the shoelaces. After I saw his name, I turned my gaze to his face and glared at him for what he had recently done to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fine," I said, acting a bit more irritated than I truly was. "I just bumped my head."

"Sorry…I just thought I was the only one in here..." He replied to me, and began rubbing his hands together in a nervous way. As he did so, I notice a large cut on his right hand; the one that was behind his back.

"What happened to your hand?" I ask curiously.

"You mean you haven't seen the traps yet?" He asked me. He seemed a bit surprised.

"What do you mean, traps?" I asked in return.

"Random rooms in this place are rigged with traps. I've been in three rooms, and I've already seen five others with traps in them. I just narrowly got away from the one that did this." He said, showing me his hand. I got up, walked to the corner, and sat down. Owens followed, and we continued our discussion.

"And you haven't seen anyone else?" I asked, ensuring that I'd heard him correctly.

"Nope; not a soul. Until you." He answered.

"What's with the boots?" I asked, pointing to the pair that now hung on his shoulder.

"It's a little trick I figured out." He began. "All of the traps I've encountered so far are motion sensitive, so now, before I enter a room," he said, and pointed to his boots, "I take one of these guys, hold the end of the shoelace, and toss the boot into the room. If nothing happens, then I take my chances and venture into the room."

"Well, there's no telling how big this place is…we'd better keep moving." I said, now secretly worried about the hidden traps in this place. I began to wonder if I was going to make it out alive.

I walked forward to the door opposite the one that I was so rudely pulled through, stopped and pointed at the opening mechanism.

"Have you been through here yet?" I asked.

"No. Here take one of my boots, test it out." He replied.

I looked away from him as he held out the boot and opened the door.

"No need," I said, and backed away from the door to show Owens what I'd seen. It was a girl, no older than twenty two. She was in the door just across from the one I'd just opened. She, like us, was in a faded blue grey jumpsuit. She was looking into the passage way at the base. When she turned around at the sound of the door opening, she had a puzzled look on her face. She slowly brushed her light brown bangs out of her face and began to smile.

"Oh thank God!" She said, as she approached me and progressed to climb through the passageway of the door that I had just opened. I moved aside as she neared my end and cautiously lowered herself to the floor. As was a habit now, I looked at her shoulder. 'Adams' was stitched neatly there in black thread. She looked and Owens and then back at me, still smiling.

"I thought I was the only one here!" She exclaimed, sounding relieved to see us.

"Hi," Owens said, seemingly out of nowhere. "I'm Owens; Jay Owens." He said, holding out a hand to shake.

"Hello Jay, I'm Kristen Adams." She said, still smiling, and shook his hand happily. I stood off to the side, observing the two with their introduction that I felt was entirely unnecessary. I had no clue who this girl was, and the chances of me having anything to do her after I got out of this place were slim; or so I thought at the time. She soon proved to be a very important part of our escape from this place.

"What were you looking at, in the passageway over there?" I asked, pointing toward the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name...'Johnns' is it?" She asked, eyeing my shoulder.

"Yeah. Chris Johnns. Nice to meet you." I said sarcastically. "Now," I continued, "what were you doing in that passageway?"

"Quit chewing my head off, will ya?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "If you must know, I was looking at the metal engravings on the floor of the passageway."

"What metal engravings?" I asked her.

"C'mere; I'll show you." She said, and walked toward the door that she had just come through. I curiously followed her. Owens followed close behind. When we reached the doorway, she crawled halfway into the passageway, telling me to crawl in with her. There was just enough room for us to be shoulder to shoulder in there; but that wasn't the most uncomfortable part...the lights on the ceiling and both sides of the passageway transformed the little space into an oven of sorts, and I couldn't wait to get out of there.

When we got inside, I saw what she was talking about. I couldn't believe that I had missed them! On the base of the passageway were two by one inch slabs of steel that were bolted down. Into the steel were engraved 3 letters-t, f, and s; just large enough to be seen by someone who was looking for them.

"How did you come across these?" I asked, shocked.

"Well, I was crawling through a passageway, and I caught my sleeve on one of the screws that came loose on one of the slabs." Adams explained. "I was trying to decipher them when I heard you open the door."

I looked at the symbols and then at Adams, trying myself to decipher the coded letters.

"Did you get anywhere?" I asked, not expecting a positive answer.

Adams sighed and looked at the symbols. She looked upset.

"I don't think I figured out anything important," she said, "but I don't think they're random." She looked at me after she spoke. Our momentary glance at each other was broken when Owens began to talk.

"What is it?" He asked, curiously.

I slowly withdrew myself from the passageway, if for nothing else then to get out of the heat. I waved my hand toward the passageway as I walked past Owens to take a seat in the corner and think about the symbols I had just seen. He casually walked over to the passageway, and crawled halfway inside to inspect the symbols.

While I concentrated, I could hear Owens and Adams questioning each other in the passageway about both the symbols and their lives before the cube. I sat alone in my corner, chewing away at my right thumb nail, as I always did when I was concentrating. My concentration was broken all of a sudden when I heard the doorway in the ceiling open.

I slowly rose to my feet as I watched the doorway in the ceiling open. At first, all I saw was the top doorway of the cube just above me. It was colored differently than the cubes that I'd been in so far; it was a deep red. Seconds later I saw the face of a young man look through the doorway. He had messy dark brown hair and green eyes. He couldn't have been older than eighteen.

"Hey, up there!" I said, "Why don't you come down here and join us?"

"I'm coming down." The boy said.

His journey across and down the fourteen foot walls of the cube was a cautious one; God knew if he fell he'd either break bones or die when he landed. He monkey barred himself to the cube side furthest from me and then climbed down. By now, Owens and Adams were at his side introducing themselves, as was their way of doing things.

"Hi," said Owens; first as usual. "My name in Jay, and this," he said, pointing to Adams, "is Kristen. It's nice to meet you." He finally concluded. Both he and Kristen offered their hands and took turns shaking his.

"My name is Sam." The boy started. "I've been searching this place for hours, hoping that I wasn't the only one here."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard this speech before; three times." I said to him. By now the statement was getting old. "What made you decide to look down…Edwards?" I asked, after seeing the black stitching on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

"I mean," I began, feeling annoyed at this boy's ignorance. "Why did you choose to open the door on the floor of the cube you were in, instead of just traveling forward?"

"Well, all of the doors were trapped other than the one that I'd previously come through, so I figured 'Why not try the floor?'" He finished his statement very matter-of-factly, annoying me more.

"Alright, guys" I started, "Let's take a short break and get to know each other."

I found my way back to the corner of the room and sat with my knees to my chest. Adams sat to my left, about two feet away, as if trying not to get too close. Owens sat to my right, a little closer; approximately a foot away, and the newfound Edwards sat to Owens' right. We spent the next half an hour or so talking about what we could remember.

"Before I woke up here, I remember taking my kids to school…" I trailed a bit, trying my hardest to remember details. "When I got back, I walked into the house to check the answering machine…and that's the last thing I remember. What about you, Owens?"

"Me, I was studying; I'm in college trying to major in foreign languages…I'm keeping a C in there; not too shabby," he said with a grin on his face. "Other than that, I don't remember anything before waking up here."

I looked at Adams. "How 'bout you?"

"I was making dinner…you know, one of those frozen dinners big enough for one? I'd just taken it over to the microwave. I wanted something easy…" She said as she looked at the floor, and then was silent.

"How about you Edwards?" I asked, now switching my glance in his direction.

"I was driving over to a friend's house; he was uh, throwing a big party," he said, all the while fumbling with his messy hair. "Next thing I know I wake up in this damned place." He said.

By the time I looked back at Adams, she was asleep. Her knees, like mine, were pulled up to her chest. She had her arms crossed as they rested on her knees and her forehead rested on her arms. She snored almost inaudibly. I looked over at Owens and Edwards.

"Maybe it's best that we get some rest, after all, there's no telling how long we'll be in here; we should be well rested so we can cover some ground tomorrow." I said, not exactly talking to either one of them in particular. Owens moved to the wall that was adjacent to my corner, and lay on his back, trying to get comfortable. Edwards stayed at the wall to my right and lay on his side with his legs pulled up in a right angle.

I looked at Adams once again and then I looked from Edwards to Owens. 'Maybe this isn't such a bad thing' I thought. 'This could be just what I need to redeem myself in my own eyes' I told myself, and then I sunk more lazily in the corner and as I fell asleep, I continued to think about the symbols that were engraved in the metal that Adams had found in the passageway.