Before anyone asks, NO, I don't own the Maze Runner Trilogy, and YES this book doesn't exactly fit the plot of the original, but... hey?!

This is my first book, and I'm still learning the basics, so I don't completely know how this all works, hope it's okay though xxx 3

CHAPTER ONE - WELCOME TO THE GLADE

I groaned heavily, and lifted my head from the cold hard floor. I stood up but groaned once more as I lifted my hands to my forehead and felt the sticky blood ooze onto my fingers. I looked around to try and take my mind away from the pain, and saw that I was standing in a large maybe 'four by four' metre metal grate. I looked upwards and saw a small fraction of light that even though it was so far away, still felt like it was blinding me.

I slowly took in my surroundings, making sure not to move to fast. Trunks and boxes lay scattered around, some sealed tight and others open with food like bread and ingredients inside. Realising how hungry I was, I snatched a small loaf and ate it quickly and silently.

As I ate, I began to think of an escape plan. The box wasn't moving, and seemed to be on a large platform surrounded by empty glass rooms. A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was a woman in one of the glass rooms, except this one wasn't empty – it was filled with hundreds of computer screens, each with the same logo; W.I.C.K.E.D, all showing a grassy meadow but at different angles. The woman had longish grey hair, held tightly in a bun, and was wearing a suit that was grey. Her skin looked tired and wrinkled, as did her eyes, but her smile was slightly crooked and evil looking. It made her look like a demon.

She saw me staring, and smiled her scary smirk. I stared back hard, my mouth turned down, and after a while, she dropped her eyes back to the computer screen.

I turned away from her, and continued hunting through the other boxes. What I was looking for, I wasn't sure. A weapon of some kind?

Suddenly, I heard a creaking noise. A door was being opened. No, something was moving. Was I moving?

I watched as the rooms around me began to sink below me, not before a small white pill was pushed through the grate and into my hand. I stared at it, a sinking feeling that the woman wanted me to eat it.

The box continued to move upwards, I heard sirens wailing.

"If you do not take it, we drop the box." Came a stony female voice that I could only guess was that of the womans. I glanced down at the small round drug lying in my palm.

"You have five seconds. Five, Four, Thre-"

The box stopped moving, and I screamed.

"Too late!"

I swallowed the pill quickly, praying and praying, hoping and hoping. It was then that I passed out.

"Who is it?"

"Who's the new greenie?"

"What does he look like?"

"Could he be a new runner?"

Then I heard a gasp.

"Oy shanks, settle down. We have a situation. It's a girl."

Then I only heard silence.

"Why isn't she talking?"

"Usually they can't stop asking questions."

"SHANKS, could you all stop talking for one bloody second; she's not moving! I... I think she's dead."

In my head I began to panic; am I dead... If I were dead, would I still be able to hear all of those people talking... I can't be dead, I wasn't a second ago was I... or maybe I... I don't remember...

I heard more people gasp, and was then lifted into strong, muscular arms. I was carried for god knows how long, until I was placed into what I thought was perhaps a hammock, or maybe some kind of sleeping bag.

"Is she alive?"

"She's breathing."

I sighed a mental sigh; At least I'm alive...

"Why isn't she bloody speaking or moving or-"

"She's been knocked out, by what I don't know. None of the other greenies have ever had this happen."

"Can you... you know... fix her, make her go normal."

I mentally glared at whoever was talking.

"No you clunk, we just have to be patient, and wait for her to wake up, could take a couple hours or a couple days. I don't know. Like I said, this isn't supposed to shucking happen."

Whoever was there left shortly after. The boy... I think, who had said that I'd been knocked out stayed with me, checking my temperature every now and then, and occasionally checking my heart rate. It stayed like that for a while, before a new voice came through.

"Has she woken up yet?"

"No... I don't understand why though."

"What do you mean? Newt said it could take days."

"Yes, but that's usually if she has been knocked out physically. The girl looks like she's taken something; medication perhaps, which usually would wear off quickly. There's no indication of any physical pain, apart from her forehead, but that sort of thing wouldn't make her pass out, but that looks like it's been there a while, I don't think it would make her pass out now. Anyway, she has been asleep for five hours, not including however long she was in the box for. I can't say for certain whether she'll ever open her-"

"Please..." I murmured. The boys didn't hear me and continued speaking between themselves. "Please... Please..." I sat up right and screamed. I screamed so hard that my voice cracked, so high that my eyes stung with tears. And then I lay back down, saying please over and over again.

"Please... Please I beg you... Mom... Please... Please..."

"What just happened?"

"I... I don't know... Shuck... She said mom..."

I started thrashing, and kicking. I kept screaming, tears pouring down my face. One of the boys put a damp cloth over my forehead, but I threw it off.

"Please..." I started whispering, shaking my head from side to side. "Please... Please don't make me go there. I swear... I'll help, I'll help you. Please... Mom tell them. You don't need to do this. PLEASE!"

What did you guys think then? Is it even readable? It said on the rules thing to put double paragraph thingys, but I didn't understand so left it as it was. Hope you liked xxx PLEASE R&R – LOVE Y'ALL xxxxx hg22 xxxxx