DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Maze Runner, James Dashner does.
Thank you to SoftballQueen12, for reasons the rest of you will never find out.
It had been 2 months. 2 months since WICKED had ripped Skyla's twin brother out of her grasp. The last thing she had said to him was just one word. And yet, when she woke up in a metal box, it was one of the only things she remembered.
The word "Newt" bounced around her head without meaning. She tried so hard to connect it to something, and yet the only other thing that was there, was her name. For a while, she just sat there. But then the fact that she couldn't remember anything else came crashing down on her. She pulled herself into a ball and cried. For a while, she just sat there crying, trying so hard to remember anything, anything at all, when she was suddenly jerked out of her thoughts by the box stopping.
A crack appeared, and sunlight streamed through. Skyla immediately raised her hand to shield her eyes, and when she finally moved her hand away, she saw 3 teenage boys staring down at her. The first one was African-american and looked to be the oldest. The one next to him was Asian and his black hair seemed to rise upwards. The last boy looked strangely familiar, and Skyla couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen him before. He had sandy blonde hair and chocolate eyes.
For a while, they just sat there, staring at each other until the Asian finally spoke,
"She kind of looks like Newt,"
There was that name again. The blonde stared at her more intently, his brow furrowed and his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He suddenly recoiled and then said a word so softly she almost didn't hear it,
"Skyla,"
For a moment, they just stared st each other, and then everything clicked. She saw herself in a room, hugging the blonde, when suddenly guards burst through the door and ripped them apart.
"No," she screamed, "You can't take him, you can't take my twin brother,"
"Newt,"
The blonde stared at her more intently and she realized that she had said that last part out loud,
"You remember," he said, and she nodded.
The blonde, Newt, reached down and pulled her out of the metal box, and hugged her. When they finally pulled apart, the African-american said,
"My names' Alby, this is Minho, and you already know Newt, Welcome to the Glade.
So that was the first chapter :) Sorry if it was bad, but leave a review if you want me to continue.
By the way, if the spacing is weird, I apologize.
Nrnge Out-