As if wakening from a nightmare, I sprang up, hitting my head on the top of some sort of hard metal.
"Crap," I groaned. Touching my forehead lightly, I felt something wet. Pulling my hand in front of my face, I could smell blood. Groaning again, I squinted into the darkness and wondered where I was. Getting on my knees cautiously, I felt around until my hand lightly grazed a box.
"Great. Finally something," I muttered and tossed off the lid. Inside were tons of sweatshirts, shirts, and pants. Not very helpful. Shuffling forward a bit more, I came across another box. Throwing the lid to the side again, I reached down carefully and pulled out a sheathed long knife. I tucked it into the belt of my jeans and moved on.
After searching through a few more boxes, whatever I was in suddenly came to a harsh stop. I cried out as I fell to the floor once again and banged my head against the floor. "I hate everything," I muttered. Fortunately, my blade hadn't gone right through my leg or any part of me and was still hanging from my belt. Sitting up cautiously, I was then blinded by the top of my cell being opened. I gasped softly as fresh air poured in, greeting me like an old friend. My body almost shook with fear when I heard voices coming from above. Male voices. My hand pulled my blade out and slid it under me, where it would be hidden, and I closed my eyes in hopes of tricking my captors.
"What the shuck is up with the new Greenie?"
"How would I know?"
"Just go down there and see. You too, Jeff. The stupid shank might need extra help." There were some snickers and laughs. If I hadn't been trying to save my own life, I would've gone up to all of them and punched them right in the face. Unfortunately, I couldn't really do that right at that moment. My body almost flinched as I heard two people landing next to my curled up body. I let out a small breath.
One.
Two.
Three.
I sprang up and flung a box at one of the boys. He yelped as it hit his head but otherwise seemed unfazed. Crap. I would have to do better than that. Relieved that that damned ceiling was now gone, I flipped backwards onto a box and pulled myself out.
"Who the hell are you guys, and what do you want with me?" I growled, my knife in my hands.
"It's a girl," I heard someone say and then more whispers.
"Answer me assholes!" I screeched, ignoring the fact that I probably looked insane.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Calm down! We're not going to hurt you!" I heard a boy say. He put his hands up in surrender and cautiously crept towards me. Breathing harshly, I saw that the large group of boys was quite young; they were all around thirteen to seventeen.
"Sorry," I muttered, sheathed the knife, and put it back into my belt.
"It's alright, Greenie. You're not the first to act all crazy," he gave me a warm smile and stuck out his head. "The name's Newt. What's yours?" I blushed slightly and pushed my hair out of my face. All of the boys stared at me curiously, like I was some wild animal at the zoo.
Sighing in relief that I remembered something, I said, "Elizabeth."
I turned around as a dark skinned boy walked up to me and say, "Welcome to the Glade, Elizabeth."
A few hours later...
"Greenie! Hey! What are you doing?" a voice called.
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and saw Newt wandering towards me with a pack in his hand.
"I was just taking a nap after Alby showed me around for a bit. He didn't ever finish though. He said he had some 'important business' to attend to." I replied and stood up. "What's with the bag?"
He grinned and tossed it to me. I frowned and raised my eyebrows at him.
"It's for you, came up in the box. We managed to find it among the mess that you created," he grinned again gave me a slight smirk.
"Haha, very funny," I glared at him and slung the bag over my shoulder. "Not to be an inconsiderate bitch, but where am I going to sleep tonight?"
"Hmm, that shouldn't be a problem. I'll talk to Alby about it in a minute. But for now, I think you should meet the Runners. They're gonna be back in just a bit." Newt replied, running a hand through his honey-colored hair.
"Not a problem," I shrugged. "What are Runners, again?"
"Alby didn't tell you? Stupid shank," he laughed. "They look for a way out."
"Out of what?" I questioned.
"The bloody maze, Greenie," he said, with a slightly less happy face. Crap. Did I say something to make him upset. Nah, I told myself and just nodded. Alby hadn't told me much, and I was curious, but I knew that I shouldn't pressure Newt unless I wanted one of my only 'friends' to get mad at me.
"Come on! Let's go see those Runners. You'll love Minho," Newt gave a weak smile and tugged me towards one of the openings in the gigantic, harsh walls.
"Who's Minho?" I asked, rushing a bit to keep up with Newt's long strides. Despite the slight limp in his leg, he still was way faster than me.
"You'll see, she-bean."
"She-bean? That's a new one, Blondie," I laughed and poked him in the arm.
"Blondie? Really?" he raised his eyebrows and poked me back. "Hey, look." He finally said after a long awkward silence and pointed. I turned around to see two boys jog back into the Glade with a small pack on each of their books and grim faces.
"Hey, Newt. I see you're stuck with the Greenie. Way to go," one of the runners smirked and crossed his arms and staring at me. "Why the shuck is she a girl?"
"Slim it, Minho. And how would I bloody know why the Greenie is a girl?" Newt replied, lightly. I could tell the two were close friends despite their stupid bantering. As the two talked about Minho's day in the maze, the second runner came up to me and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Ben. How are you?" he gave me a kind smile and ran a hand though his thin blonde hair. His blue eyes twinkled.
I gave him a small smile and said, "I"m doing alright. Thanks. Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Elizabeth, but I prefer Lizzy. But unless you want to get beaten to death, don't call me she-bean."
Ben laughed and said, "Sure thing, she-bean." I glared at him and punched him lightly in the arm.
"Ouch, Lizzy! That hurt!" he feigned pain and rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, haha, very funny you shuckface," I said, trying out the Glader slang.
"Oh, so I see you've been trying out our slang, she-bean," Ben grinned and ruffled my hair. I pushed him off of me and attempted to fix my hair.
"You're just hilarious," I glared at him and crossed my arms. After a few long seconds, we both burst out laughing.
"You're ridiculous, Lizzy," Ben laughed and ran off with a wave. Minho soon followed after a wink at me, which I responded with with a nice flick of my third finger.
"Calm yourself, Greenie. He's the Keeper of the Runners, and trust me, you don't want to anger Minho," Newt said, with almost a serious tone. "I have to go talk to Alby now. Don't get yourself into trouble, Greenie, alright?" He smiled.
I nodded and said, "See you later, Newt. I'll just be wandering around here."
As he started to walk away, he turned around and said, "And Lizzy? No matter what, don't ever go into the maze. Okay?" I nodded and trudged off. What was in that Maze? I thought and walked off.
Hey guys! So this is my first ever fanfic, so let me know what you guys think.