Hi everyone! I'm so excited, this is my first fanfic. So this story is going to be based on The Maze Runner trilogy.

I hope you like it and enjoy it!

Happy reading! -voguesparks

Disclaimer: I don't own the maze runner, I only own my OC and some plot in the future!

I shot upwards, gasping for air. I looked around to identify my surroundings, reinforced metal walls surrounded me. Was I in prison? Where was I?

"Someone…help…me!" Someone screamed, was there someone with me? Was I not alone? "Hello?" The same voice I heard not too long ago. "Is there someone here?"

"Yes." I answered simply, still in confused state. Why were we both here? Trapped in what I think is a cage, and why was the cage moving up? Was the cage gonna take us somewhere? Why were no one helping us? I tried to remember everything, but…nothing. I had no memories before all of this—even if I have I didn't remember.

"I'm Thomas." He said, I could hear that he felt as confused as I was in his tone.

I struggled to remember my name, I froze in shock, unknowing of how to deal with the situation, I couldn't remember my own name for God's sake. "I—I don't know mine."

Suddenly I felt pressure on my shoulder, and I shrieked and jumped a little. I might have step on Thomas' foot based on the grunt that echoed through the air. I muttered sorry.

"We are the only two here." Thomas said.

"What do you suppose we're supposed to do?" I sat down, feeling too tired to even think.

"I guess we just wait," He sat down beside me to, his hand brushing against mine. I jumped at the sudden of touch. "Oh, I'm sorry." He immediately said.

"Sorry, I'm just…scared." I said truthfully and softly.

Everything fell silent until there's a loud clank rang out above us and we both sucked in a startled breath as we looked up. A straight line of light appeared across the ceiling of the room, and we watched as it expanded. A heavy grating sound revealed double sliding doors being forced open. As it opened, the rays of sunlight stabbed my eyes, I had to looked away, covering my eyes with both hands.

I hear noises above.

"Finally, I won't be a greenie anymore."

"There are 2 of them."

"One is a girl." I could hear everyone ohh—ed at the information. Who the hell is greenie? Were they talking about us—me? Where am I? As if I wasn't confused before, this all made me more confused. I didn't know what to do, who to trust and where I was.

"I call dibs on the girl!"

"No one will bloody touch her!" He growled, turning to the bodies of the boys.

I looked up, I saw boys. All of them were boys—some young, some old. Was I going to be the only girl here? I didn't know what I had expected, but seeing them, puzzled me. They were all teenagers. I began to feel paranoid and threatened.

Someone dropped a rope from above, the end of it tied into a big loop. I looked at Thomas, he hesitated, but then stepped into it. "Thomas, wait! What are you doing? Are you stupid?!" I scolded him, my hand yanked his t-shirt.

"We're not going to hurt you. Come on." The same boy who growled earlier said, with an accent. Thomas nodded, and I hesitated for a bit before stepping into the rope.

The ropes were slowly hauled upward. I looked around, realizing that all the boys were staring at me that confirmed one of my confusions. I was the only—the first girl here. Dozens of boys surrounding me and Thomas.

"Give them some room." The same tall blond hair boy that speak with an accent said. He was standing next to a dark-skinned guy, which looked like the leader by the way he stood. He just had an aura of a leader.

"Is she hot?" I looked at the guy in disgust. "She's mine." Another boy commented again, they all were getting on her nerves.

"I'm not yours, and I don't belong to anyone but myself, you little—" I was about to finish my sentence before being interrupted by the leader.

:"What are your names?" He asked.

"I'm Thomas."

I curled my lips and looked down, feeling anxious. I inhaled before I replied to his question, "I don't know. I can't—I can't remember anything. Why?"

"That's okay, it's normal. You'll get your name back in a day or two—" He paused, "It's the one thing they let us keep."

I looked at him, raising my eyebrows, as he called silence for the crowd for the second time, "Who are you?"

"I'm Alby. And we are the gladers."

Thomas looked at me, then at Alby, "What is this place?"

"Welcome to the glade, greenie."