A/N: Hey guys. New story for you guys. Enjoy.

Unknown P.O.V.

"Subject A4 is ready to be transferred." A voice says from somewhere around me. I want to open my eyes, but my better judgement tells me not to.

"Good. Is everything ready for her departure?" An older female voice speaks from right next to my head.

"Yes ma'am. The swipe was completed and they are impatiently waiting for their newest arrival." A male voice responds. What the hell is going on?

"Good. Well let's not keep them waiting. Send her up." I can hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor and as that sound disappears a new sound replaces it. It's the sound of a metal door opening. Suddenly, I feel cold metal on my back and that sound repeats. When there's a violent jolt and whatever they just put me in starts moving, I think that now is a good time to open my eyes. When I do, I see darkness. That's all I see. As the lift begins to move faster, strangely enough, I'm not afraid, in fact I'm rather calm. I sit up and see that I'm surrounded by boxes and other containers. There is just enough light so that way I can see that I have some weird markings, almost like tattoos, on my arms, wrists, legs, ankles, and back of my hands. Suddenly the marks fade into my skin and disappear. What the actual hell is going on? Who am I? What am I doing here? Am I ever going to get these questions answered? Now this box is moving at breakneck speed and as I look up, I see nothing but a solid wall that is getting closer and closer. 'So this is how I'm gonna die… Crushed to death? Great…' I am pulled out of my thoughts by the box coming to a sudden halt causing me to jump a little. Suddenly everything is bathed in a green light then in darkness. The sound of machines working fills that silence as I'm suddenly blinded by a bright light.

"What the hell?" I say as I shield my face from the sun.

"That shank sounds weird." A male voice says from above me and laughter soon follows it. Suddenly the top of the box opens and it shakes as someone jumps in. I look to see a boy about 17 years old with blond hair and weird shaped eyebrows. Not gonna lie, his eyebrows kind of remind me of a bird in flight. Thinking about that causes a smile to find its way to my face.

"Holy shit." The boy says as he finally sees my face. "You're a girl."

"No I'm the tooth fairy. I'm here to grant all your wishes." I sarcastically say. "Of course I'm a girl. What did you expect?" I say as my eyes finally adjust to the light and I put my hands down. The box shakes again as someone else jumps in.

"What's going on down here, Gally?" Another boy with blond hair, pale skin and chocolate brown eyes that are full of kindness. I gotta say, he's kinda cute. Focus, girl! You ain't got time for daydreaming! "Well that's new." When he speaks again, I realize that he has an accent. British, I think. "Why would they send us a girl? We've gotten nothing but boys for the past year and a half." British boy says, still staring at me like I'm some kind of a foreign object.

"I don't know why but to be honest with ya, I'm not complaining." Pointy eyebrows says as he looks up and down at my body. I begin to feel a little bit uncomfortable so I take a few steps back.

"Knock it off, ya shank. Don't worry, love. We aren't going to hurt you. We wanna help you." The British one says as he punches the other boy in the shoulder and takes a few steps toward me. "You can trust us."

"It's a little early to make that call don't ya think, sparky?" I ask, feeling a little more confident. "I got here, what, a minute ago? And you guys are telling me that I can trust you? Seems a bit sketchy to me."

"Damn, she's got some fire." Pointy says.

"Gally, back off." The British one says as he turns to glare at the other boy, who throws his hands up in surrender. He turns around and climbs out of the box leaving just me with British one here. "Sorry about him. He's a shank."

"Ok. I'm gonna pretend I know what your talking about and leave it at that." I say as I run my fingers through me hair. He laughs at my comment then looks at my eyes for a moment.

"Welcome to the glade, Greenie. I'm Newt." He says as he extends his hand for me to shake. I am about to ask what the hell a 'greenie' was, but I get cut off by someone else.

"What's going on down there?" A voice calls from above causing the boy, I guess named Newt, to jump.

"We're coming." He shouts up to the group of people standing above us. He turns back to me with a smile on his face. "Need a hand?"

"Nope." Feeling my natural instincts kick in I jump up, grab the edge of the box and pull myself out with ease, leaving him in the dust. When I exit the box, I am completely surrounded by boys. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Damn girl! You are hot!" Hearing that opens a floodgate for comments very similar but some are a bit vulgar. I roll my eyes several times and bite my tongue to stop myself from killing these guys.

"Alright!" A voice booms from next to me causing me to go partially deaf in that ear. "Any of you slintheads touch the girl, it's immediate banishment. No questions." I turn my head to see, who I presume is the leader of these people. He has chocolate brown skin hair and eyes. "Now all of you, back to work." With a few protest from some of the guys, the crowd dissolves leaving me with the leader, pointy eyebrows, another guy who looks to be Asian, a boy with dark hair and eyes, and the British boy who just now climbed out of the box.

"Glad you could join us." I say as he stands up and dust himself off. "Now does someone want to explain what the hell is going on?" I question as I look around. I notice there are giant stone walls that seem to touch the sky, keeping us confined to this one area.

"This is the Glade. I'm Alby. This is Gally," He points to bird brows. "Minho," He points to the Asian boy. "Thomas," He points to the boy with dark hair and eyes. "And Newt." He points to the British one. The leader carefully takes a step toward me, almost like I'll shatter to pieces if he makes a wrong move. "I know you must be freaked out and scared…" The leader stops his talking. I look at the group with a confused look on my face, almost like I'm asking him why he stopped talking. "Or you could be calm and quiet. Why the hell is she acting this way? Why the hell are you acting this way?" He asks the group then he turns to me.

"Because I'm not freaked out." I answer.

"What? How can you not be freaked out? You're trapped in a giant maze with creatures that are trying to kill you." The Asian boy Minho, at least that's what I think it was. It sounds like a type of a fish to me.

"Dude, there's this thing called subtlety. You might want to look into it." The boy named Thomas says as he slaps Minho in the head. Suddenly all five of them get into arguments and quickly forget that I am standing there staring at them like they're nuts. Finally after a few minutes of watching them yell weird insults at each other, insulting each others' mothers and other things of that nature I decide to put an end to their fighting. I put my fingers in my mouth and deliver a high-pitched whistle causing them to stop what their doing and look at me.

"I'll let you guys continue your chicken fight when someone points me toward the exit." I say as I place my hands on my hips.

"Sorry to say, gorgeous, there is no exit." Bird brows says with a smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry, you wanna run that by me again?" I ask him to repeat what he just said.

"You're stuck here with us." Alby says as he walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I take a moment to process what was just said to me then I just simply nod.

"Excuse me." I say as I turn around and slowly begin to walk away from the group of boys.

"Where ya going?" Minho asks he comes up next to me.

"I'm gonna go throw myself off a wall." I say as nonchalantly as possible. Suddenly I hear a stampede of footstep behind me. I feel a hand on my shoulder and suddenly everything turns black, I begin to have problems with my breathing, and I start seeing flashes of things. Memories. I see a wide open, green space. Then it changes to a different memory. This time I see the boy named Newt with a smile on his face. The memory shifts again to seeing the letters WCKD. After that I am able to see that I'm back in the glade with the boys staring at me like I just grew two more heads and one was breathing fire. I realize that Newt's hand was still on my shoulder. Not knowing what else to do, he slowly takes his hand off my shoulder.

"What just happened?" Newt asks.

"I've seen this place before… I've seen you before."