Hey I hav just finished The Maze Runner and felt the need to write a fanfic so i put 2 and 2 together and wrote this . . .
im nt sure if its any good so . . . feed bak and critique is a necessity - NO! much appreciated . . .
anyways hope ya all like it :)
MidnightCat 5
The floor was cold and the flaking rust rubbing against her hands stuck in the lines on her palms. The air stank of neglect and the piercing screeches of metal labouring against metal raked the room's walls. Her muscles remained tense trying to find balance in the moving space. Slowly and painfully she pulled herself over to the nearest wall, crawling along it until she reached a corner. Her knees were drawn up against her chest as she stared at the shifting darkness the sound of straining pullies announcing their arrival as the room continued to be jerked upward.
Alarmingly the lift began swaying and a hint of nausea started to grow in her empty stomach. Her finger nails caressed the wall softly the sound drowned out by the rooms ascension, an unconscious agitation and still the room remained dark. Phantom tears made their way to her cheeks; the confusion of the situation becoming clear and apparent.
My name is Rebecca, she thought.
The words were emotionless items, which flitted past her wide frozen eyes. Curiosity refused to inhabit her brain; instead the endless swaying filled her senses. Gradually the first few seconds of her arrival became minutes and soon seemed to stretch for hours yet her instinct told her otherwise. An hour, no, half an hour maybe, she thought. Her eyes blinked several times, the face of a clock made its way into the void. Stainless steel edges bordered the numbers and the plastic chairs of a waiting room became visible, a trip to the dentist. More images came to mind; the glittering water of a public pool, green leaves flashing in the wind and the colourful produce lining a supermarkets walls.
But where were the people's faces, their presence remained a blurred shadow dancing on the edges of her mind. The girl at the cash register, the man walking down the tree lined street to work and even the lifeguard patrolling the pools perimeter had no faces. Why? The information seemed to be stacked neatly in their files yet the who, what, when, where and why were gone, deleted. An insurance for what, to keep her past a secret? But why? Who was she?
The room jolted again knocking her against the walls, pain spiked into her elbow snapping her out of her contemplation. Scowling she rubbed it clutching it to her chest, not noticing the change in the rooms pace. With an unexpected clunk everything shuddered and then halted the metallic vibrations slowly seeping out of the now motionless metal. Cautiously she stood, letting her hands glide along the cold wall. Her feet made muffled thunks against the floor as she searched for an opening leading her in a full circle. Minutes passed, thoughts of being trapped in the room began to make her panic and the need to vomit became overwhelming. Her knuckles became white as she clenched them in fists and the hairs on her arms were raised trying to prevent the shivering now wracking her frame.
Desperation had now arrived and methods of suicide were trying to make themselves known until a sudden screech from above made her loose her footing and end up awkwardly sprawled on the floor. A clean geometric line split the centre of the ceiling in half and cut into her eyes. Cowering with her arms over her head she gradually felt herself become fully exposed and tried to look up once more.
"Hey can you see them?"
"Yeah she looks older than the last one."
"Thinker or Worker?"
"How am I supposed to know you bytch?"
"Ew it smells gross down there."
"Shouldn't ya be used to it by now? Maintenance not affecting ya?"
"Shut up! Help me get the poor chick outta there."
A rope hit the side of the box and made its way down to the floor. The silhouettes of the voices above rapidly became clearer and clearer, revealing a group of girls staring down at her. They all seemed to pressed over the edge packed tightly together to get a better look at her. Their whispering intimidated her and the strange words disagreed with her vocabulary. Once the rope had reached her she gripped it tightly with both hands and found a loop to stand in at the bottom. The rope was yanked toward a gap in the crowd so that she approached the rim of the box. More confusion was added to her as she realised that everyone around her were teenagers or older children.
Hands reached toward her and gripped firmly, pulling her to solid ground which seemed to sway after the ceaseless rocking of the lift. Excited faces examined her closely and a sea of emotions clawed up her throat trying to escape the warm confines of her stomach. A silence slowly drifted though the chorus of voices and a girl stepped forward offering a hand. Slowly Rebecca grasped the strangers hand and was pulled up from the ground, the grin on the older teens face making her feel calmer. The next words she heard would give the name to this strange existence.
"Hi, I'm Nissa," the girl's green eyes sparkled, "Welcome to Arcade."
R and R . . . plz :)