Hey! I was bored and I wanted to write a Fanfiction, So BOOM!
I woke up smelling metal. The rusty, tinny clanks of metal mocked me, saying;
"Get up!"
"Wake up!"
I sat up with a pained groan, trying to take in my surroundings. I had to rely on my sense of touch, due to the inky darkness that engulfed me.
I deduced that I was in some sort of elevator, judging by the smooth metal walls and floor. I felt around, looking for some way of escape. If round the rough surface of chicken wire, worn with rust. A cage.
I could feel panic shoot through me, piercing my brain. An icy cold crept up my spine. I fumbled around for a latch, an opening, anyway to free myself from the claustrophobia that was suffocating me. The lift swayed, my panicked jerks throwing the shaft off-balance.
I quickly tried to spread out my weight on the cold floor of the shaft, to shop the sickening swaying. My heart was clawing at my throat but nonetheless, I waited for the motion to cease.
When it did, I sat up, my knees pulled up to my chest and stared into the darkness, trying to collect my thoughts.
'Where am I?' I thought
'Who am I?'
The second question frightened me more than the pressing darkness and constricting cage.
"Who am I?" I asked, aloud. I licked my chapped lips nervously, tasting the metallic blood that coated it.
A name, floating at the edge of my memory seemed to call me.
"Ri?" I asked the darkness, hoping for a reply.
"Ria!"
So my name was Ria. Ria…? But no last name reached me.
The elevator abruptly stopped, with a shuddering groan, interrupting my thoughts. Light filtered into the box, piercing my eyes, so I automatically shielded them from the sunlight. I could make out dark figures looking down at me.
"It's a Bloody girl!" cried a voice, with a thick accent that sounded oddly British.
"It's not a girl, shuckface,"
"Then what is it? A feminine boy?"
"You're a feminine boy, Klunkhead!"
I blinked, my eyes finally adjusting to the sunlight. I was surrounded by boys, all teenagers by the looks of it, all towering above me, I could see shock written into their faces.
"What's goin' on here?" A dark-skinned, heavily muscled boy pushed his way to the front, a look of authority crowning his face. He stared at me.
"It's a shuckin' girl."
They all stood there, looks of shock painted on their faces as they looked at me, as if I was some sort of exotic creature.
"Get me out of here!" I cried, annoyed at the way I was being looked upon. My voice was surprisingly loud and clear.
"It speaks!" Someone said sarcastically.
"I get first kiss!"
"I get dibs!"
"Looks like Frypan has a new companion."
"Bloody Hell! Slim it – all of you!"
A tall figure reached over and extended his hand towards me, I gratefully grasped it and allowed myself to be hoisted up. I blinked in the harsh rays of light and found myself staring at a boy.
"Name's Newt," he introduced himself. He looked about fifteen, with blonde hair and tan skin, in all honesty, he was rather attractive.
"What's your name?" Newt asked quietly, looking at me.
"Ria," I whispered, then cleared my voice and said louder "Ria."
"Ria, Greenie, welcome to the Glade." He said with a smirk.
Anyway, Credit to my bestie Jewel for Beta reading my story 3
Review's would be appreciated :)
Peace,
-GreatWe'reAllBloodyInspired