When Louise enters the box with her little brother Trek, she has to figure out the Glade. She also is reunited with her older brother Newt.
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It all comes back in flashes. The sound of my father's laugh, my mother's blue eyes that look like a storm, A seven year old Newt playing with a toy ship, Trek's cry, the smell of my home. The last and longest memory hits me hard. My mother waking us up in the middle of the night to hide us under the floorboards by the fireplace. Telling us she loves us and then walking away. That was the last time I would ever see her alive. It seemed like hours. At one point I heard my mother trying to tell the guards that the fugitive Alexander wasn't here. That she never knew him. But she was lying, Alexander was my dad's name. He lived with her for 17 years. They were married. Later, we heard gunshots and a scream from my mom and dad both. One out of pain and one out of love. Newt whispered "Dad" and ran out from the floorboard not bothering to close it. I couldn't stop him. He was going to get killed and I was just sitting there holding baby Trek. We heard one whimper from Newt and a tear rolled down my cheek. Later, there was no sound but the footsteps I assumed was the attackers. I later found out that W.I.C.K.E.D. killed them and took us. We never saw any of them again.
I snapped awake. I couldn't breath. The room made a jolt and started to swirl. I laid back down for fear of passing out. I couldn't figure out where I was. It was clearly a metal cage with boxes in it. Who put me in here? I wondered.
When I got used to the rising of the box I sat up to get my bearings. There were lots of boxes. All marked with what I could only expect was inside. They were also marked with W.I.C.K.E.D. Was that the same wicked from my dream?
For a minute I just listened to my breathing. I could clearly hear mine but there was another string of breathing coming from in the box. It was rugged and harsh. I looked one way and saw a small figure curled up on the floor. "Trek!" I exclaimed. I crawled over to him and put his head in my lap. I played with his hair while looking down at the five year old's face. I thought W.I.C.K.E.D. had taken him from me just as they had taken Newt. I knew he wasn't in here. I couldn't get that lucky.
I started to realize that whoever brought us here would probably want to hurt us. And to hurt us, they need weapons. I immediately set down Trek's head and searched for the box marked WEAPONS. Once I found it I took a long, thin dagger and a few throwing knives. Trek will need a weapon, too I thought. But how is a passed out five year old boy supposed to use a knife? I decided that I would make a fort of sorts for him. I arrange the boxes in the corner and put him in it. I a plank of wood over it and make sure that no one can see or hurt him.
I sit in front of his fort and await the boxes arrival to wherever we're going.
Hey, y'all. This is my first story so it's not that good. I know I said that there would be pjo fanfic but I thought of this one and had to do it. (I promise I will write some eventually) Sorry it took so long. Reviews are amazing if you can get to it. Special shout out to my friends at school who read tmr and told me that this was a good story idea.
Thanks for taking the time to read this!
Ava18N