A TMR Fanfiction by Newtie
***Same Maze as Thomas...no Teresa. Thomas takes Teresa's place for some of this. Also based of MY picture of the BOOK and some taken from the movie... I will update one time a week. Keep in mind my OC is really young.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Maze Runner or any characters but my OC, Annie.
I groan and wince. My head hurts. Bad. And I'm soaking wet. This gets my attention and I open my eyes. Darkness. A loud rattling sound that sounds like old gears fills the room. I wince and fumble into a sitting position, my head still throbbing terribly. I sit there for a second, squinting and looking into the darkness. I reach my hand up to my hair and feel it. Two braids on each side. French braided maybe? I put my hand dow on the cold floor and move so I'm sitting on my knees.
"What the h*ll?" I whisper to myself. With a lurch, I'm thrown against the wall. The room I'm in flies upwards, really fast. I throw my arms out against the wall and yelp. I have to get out of here. Oh my gods, where am I? I draw my knees to my chest and shakily push myself up. I stumble to the side a couple of times. I have to find the light switch or button to open the elevator. It has to be an elevator. What else moves up so fast and is made of smooth metal? My hand slides along the wall, feeling for a lightswitch. I stay as quiet as possible, just in case. My heart beats unnaturally fast as I take a step away from the wall. I take another step, my hands outstretched. I wave my hands blindly, trying to find something. Anything really. My foot hits something and I trip over it, falling into a bunch of crates, sacks, and boxes. I make a loud thud and knock some stuff over, banging my side and my elbow. So much for being quiet. The elevator lurches to the side and I slide over a little. Sitting in between two wooden boxes, I try to control my breathing. Ragged breaths come out of my mouth. Where am I? I try to think, but I can't remember. I furrow my brow, trying to remember anything. Nothing. I can't remember anything about myself or my past life. My parents? Nope. What I look like, my friends, my school, my house, travels, clothes, siblings, all gone. I can't remember anything. My eyes water and tears spill down my cheeks as I start to sob. I don't care who finds me anymore. Let them come. Oh my god. Am I dead? The thought occurs to me. Panic and dread settle over me and I sob louder, my head pounding, chest heaving, and hot tears flooding down my face. Who am I? My head throbs as I remember something. Annie. Annie! That's my name! I wipe away my tears. The rest will come back as soon as I can find a way out and a hospital. I just have amnesia. I slow my breathing and the tears slow. Despite my stinging elbow, i push myself up, listening to the never ending creaks of the elevator. Standing now, I slowly shuffle around the elevator. Small. Very small. Maybe eight feet by eight feet? It is an elevator, good. Bad? There's not a way out of it. I take a deep breath as the stinging tears threaten to spill. I have to escape. I have to know where I am and who put me here. I slide down into a corner by the boxes and such. To pass the time, I think up theories to why I'm here. Kidnapped? Jail? No and no. I feel young. I don't remember how old I am but I feel young. I can't be that old. Maybe fifteen? I don't know but I feel like I'm wrong. I rest my head against the cold metal wall and wait. Whoever put me here must want me to live. I have all this stuff in here. Some of it it bound to be food and water. I would check but my head stings painfully, like a migraine. The strangest part of this is that I know a lot about the world. I can picture snow falling, trains running, and people walking. Every "memory" of people I have, all the faces are blocked out. Fuzzy. I know common things, but nothing personal. I don't even know my last name. Sitting criss-cross, I think. Maybe if I yell for help? There has to be people on the other side. I stand up again and open my mouth.
"Hello?" I call. My voice echoes around the room, sounding young and high-pitched. Frightened. "Hello? Help me! Help! I'm trapped! Anybody? Please help me! Please!" I yell, getting more frantic each time. I bang on the walls, wishing I could see. Oh my god. Am I blind? Oh my gods.
Suddenly, the elevator slams to a stop. The momentum pushes me to the floor. Panting, I crawl into a corner.
"Hello?" I ask. No response. The creaking and squeaking of gears is gone, leaving me in silence. Did someone hear me? Frightened, tears roll down my cheeks. I sit in silence, my head in my lap, hiding behind the boxes I fell onto. Afraid, I quietly put some sacks on top of me, hiding myself from view. It's hot and stuffy under here, and I still can't see. I breathe as quiet as possible. Tears still roll down my face. Suddenly, a loud lurch comes from above me. I squeeze my eyes shut. I hear voices. They all mix together loudly talking and yelling. I furrow my brow and open one eye. Mistake. The roof has opened to reveal sunlight so bright I can't see. I shut my eyes and turn my head away from the hole I was peering out from. I can hear the voice clearer now. I try to make out what they're saying.
"Bets he'll be a Slopper?"
"Slinthead can't do that I reckon."
"Bloody h*ll just shut up shuck face!"
"Where is the chunk of klunk?"
"Hiding I suppose."
"Pipe down shucks!" A loud male voice bellows. I am breathing hard now, my heart pounding and head whirling. I can't go out there. Oh gods no. No. Oh my god! I don't even know half the words they're saying!
"Get it together Annie." I scold myself quietly. The voices from above quiet down to mumbling. I open my eyes wide when I hear the next voice.
"Newt, do the honors and go get the Greenie." The same loud voice commands. The elevator shakes as someone jumps down into it. The talking from the top loudens. Sweating, I put my hands over my ears and close my eyes. Don't find me. These people don't seem nice. Where the h*ll am I? A prison? The footsteps come closer to me.
"Greenie...? Hey where are you? Come out, come out wherever you are." A British voice calls softly. It creeps me out. I open my eyes and peer out my hole. The boy looks up.
"Ain't nobody down here, Alby!" The boy, Newt, calls up.
"Keep looking then!" The same voice from before yells down.
"Stupid klunk-face." Newt says, then curses. He walks until all I can see are his feet. The sack is jerked off my head and all I see is blinding light.
"Gotcha." Newt announces. Panicking and hyperventilating, I scream. He grabs my arm and pulls me up. I shake off his hand and I fall to the ground. I crawl away from him.
"Please don't hurt me! Please! Help! Someone help!" I scream the second part, my voice shaking, looking at the boy with wide eyes. Tears start up again. He stares at me in awe.
"It's a girl!" He announces over the loud yells from the top. Everyone goes silent.
"Please just leave me alone." I sniff. He takes a step towards me. I recoil from his outstretched hand.
"Don't touch me!" I snarl at him. He draws away his hand.
"Newt! I'm coming down! You better not be messing with us, slinthead. And not a word from any of you. Back away from the Box." Alby commands. Shaking, and squinting, I look at the boy. He has blonde hair that falls into his brown eyes. Tall. Very tall. 5'9 feet? He's wearing jeans and a white shirt with white tennis shoes. Alby jumps down into the box with a loud bang. He is the single most scary person I can imagine. He is around 6'3 with dark skin and a buzz cut. He's wearing a blue shirt with cargo pants and green lace up boots. He looks at me, then Newt.
"Shuck." He says. I look nervously between the two, hugging my knees and crying.
"I know. What're the Creators doing? Three years without a girl, Alby. Then her." Newt states, pointing at me. They looks at me for a moment. I probably look pathetic. Crying and shaking. But I'm so scared I don't know what to do.
"Hey there, girly." Alby says awkwardly. I blink at him. What? He advances on me, getting closer. I scoot away from him. I scoot to the side, onto the flower sacks. I shake my head in a panicy way.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know why I'm here! Just don't hurt me! Please! I just want to remember!" I cry. Alby looks over at Newt. They seem to make up their minds. My mind in a frenzy, I look around. A knife. I see a very big knife in an open crate. I eye it, inching towards it slowly.
"Alright. Come on, girl! We aren't going to hurt you!" Alby says impatiently.
"Go away." I demand, my voice shaking. Alby looks at Newt who rolls his eyes. While they're looking at each other, I lunge for the knife.
"Oh no you don't!" Newt cries. I scream as he grabs my ankle. I twist around, now holding the knife. I slash the air around me, daring them to come closer. Newt's grip on my ankle tightens.
"Let go of me, or I swear to god I'll cut off your hand." I say, deathly calm. The tears have stopped for a bit. He slowly releases my ankle, and I quickly jump up, standing on the crates. I point my knife at them.
"Stay away from me." I command them. Alby sighs, deciding.
"Okay. Winston, stay up there with a rope ready so we can get back up. Throw some down as well." He says, never taking his eyes off of me.
"Alby, we can't! She's a girl! And young one at that! She's already-" Newt starts.
"-Yes we can. Greenie want to play the hard way? Fine. Ain't getting no special treatment for now." Alby declares. A boy drops down a coil of rope. Alby picks it up and in rolls it.
"Shanks up there, get back to work! NOW!" Alby screams. I hear boys protesting as they shuffle away. He looks at me.
"Put down the knife." Alby tells me. "Last chance." Newt offers. My mind is abuzz with everything that is happening. All the strange things going on. But every nerve in my body is telling me to run, fight, and stay away from them.
"Please leave me alone." I beg. "I'll put down the knife." I offer. Alby runs his free hand over his head.
"You have to come up though." Alby negotiates. I shake my head, my braids swinging against my neck.
"No." I respond, terrified. Newt sighs.
"Fine then Greenie." He sighs, looking at Alby. He holds up three fingers. I take it to mean they're counting to three. I tense up.
"Three!" Alby says. The unexpected skipping of one and two throw me off guard as Newt lunges towards me. I swing the knife blindly. It cuts Newt's arm lightly. He winces and yelps as he grabs my wrist. I try to slap him with my other hand, but Alby grabs that wrist.
"Let me go! Stop it! Stop! Let go of me! Please! Just let me go!" I shriek at the top of my lungs, trying to get my hands out of their grip. I scream and kick my legs, struggling. Alby takes the knife from my hand and winces at the blood on the blade. He drops it on the ground and takes my hand from Newt, restraining it.
"Let me go you jerk! Stupid a*s idiot! Let me go!"I screech as he puts my hands behind my back, ignoring the fact I'm kicking his shins with all my might. He pins me against him. I guess I'm tiny compared to him. I can't be more than 5'4.
"Alright there, Newt?" He asks. Newt nods, covering the bleeding gash.
"Bloody brilliant. Lemme tie up her hands real quick, then we can be done." Newt says, bending over. His cut drips blood. He walks towards us. I glare at him. He looks sympathetic and I wonder, yet again, how old I am and what I look like.
"Don't you touch me! Stay away!" I cry, kicking at him. He dodges my dirty white tennis shoes and Alby allows him to tie up my hands. The rope is tight and cuts into my skin.
"Great. Now how do we get her back up?" Alby asks, looking up. Newt applies pressure to his wound.
"I dunno, but I have to get to the shucking med-jacks." Newt says. He glares at me and I feel bad for a second. I look back down at the floor.
"Send down the rope, Winston!" Alby calls. A rope falls down a few seconds later. Newt grabs on and is pulled up. I can hear a quiet conversation at the top before the rope falls back down again.
"Can I trust you to get pulled up, Greenie?" He asks me. I nod, anxious to be untied.
"I'm gonna untie you, but no funny business. I'll be up there waiting for you. You're a girl so I'm trusting you. Ok?" Alby asks me.
"Ok." I respond quietly. Alby lets go of me and I stumble away from him. He surveys me for a moment before picking up the knife from the ground. I unconsciously take a step back. Alby rolls his eyes and walks to the back of me.
"I ain't gonna hurt you, girl. Speaking of, what's your name?" He asks me. I can hear the sound of ropes being cut. They fall away from my wrists and I quickly move away from Alby, rubbing my wrists. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, glancing at the color. Blonde. I meet Alby's gaze and make up my mind before answering him.
"Annie." I whisper.
