AN: I apologize for the horrible formatting errors. I have gone through and fixed them. They did not show up when I was using my Ipad (on which I had posted this story from) I will however fix this and from now on the formatting should be normal. I really hope you enjoy the story. I don't know where exactly I am going with it but feel free to give me ideas if you feel inclined to do so. :) with that please enjoy.
The cold wind blowing across my face woke me. I opened my eyes to see dark walls that rose high above my head. Ivy hung across some gaps and ran up and down the walls the big sky was cloudy and dark. I pushed myself into a sitting position and groaned as I moved my left leg. I looked down to see the leg covered in blood and twisted in an angle. I bit my lip as the pain washed over me. I heard a clicking down the corridor and turned to see a spider like blob cross the path next to the one I lay in. It was huge and had a long tail with claws. It was terrifying. I held my breath and scooted farther into the bed of ivy I lay in. There I stayed through the night. The sky was turning a brighter gray followed by the orange of sunrise. The clicking and groaning of the monsters faded and I struggled to my feet holding in a cry of pain as I put weight on my injured leg. I felt lightheaded and realized I had probably lost a lot of blood. I shuffled along the wall clinging to the cold stone as I went. I could taste blood from how hard I bit my lip, trying not to cry out and alert those things in here. I could see a turn in the long corridor to the left and looked down it. There at the end of another long corridor was what looked like trees.
Did I find my way out?
I smiled and threw myself across the large gap between the two walls of the corridor and stumbled but grabbed the other wall, only letting out a faint whimper of pain. I hobbled along trying to stay off my left leg as much as I could. Eventually I made it to the opening and looked around. There were a few huts in the open area and lots of figures were milling around working. I stood there debating whether or not to enter. Before I could decide however I saw a lanky blond heading my way carrying a bucket. He seemed lost in thought and did not notice me. I stood there watching him. He walked right by me and continued on in a limping walk. I watched as he went into the forest right next to where the opening to this place was. I looked around and figured one on one was more accomplishable than forty on one would be if it came to it. I started to follow the blond into the woods. He went a fair distance but I was able to stumble between trees choking down sobs of pain when I had to use my leg. I stopped myself in time when he ceased moving forward. I hid behind the tree and listened. When I heard nothing I peaked out and saw him staring right at me.
Damnit.
He looked at me confused and wary.
"Why don't you come on out now, shank. Tell me why you've been followin' me."
A clearly British accent, though how I knew that but not anything else baffled me. I didn't even know what I looked like other than the fact that I had a broken leg and quite a pain tolerance. I slowly limped out from behind the tree but leaned against it trying to hide how bad my injury really was from the boy. If it came to a fight I wasn't going to let on how bad off I was. I eyed him just as warily. His eyes narrowed.
"What's your name?"
I shrugged.
"Where'd you bloody come from?"
I pointed behind me to the walls. His brow furrowed.
"Are you going to speak or mime everything."
"Why should I?"
My voice was raspy and held a strain I knew was from the pain. The forest swam before my eyes but I didn't waver in my glare to the boy. He started to walk forward and I tensed. He raised his hands in a gesture of peace.
"Hey now, it's alright. Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
I gave him a look of confusion. I knew my left pant leg was bloody but surly it wasn't too obvious. I looked down and saw the rivulets of blood running down the skin on my leg that was exposed from the short pants. The blonde's gaze followed mine and he stiffened.
"Here. Let me help you get to the med-jacks and they can help fix you up. Alright?"
"Why would you help me? I don't know you and you don't know me. This could all be a trick."
He nodded but continued to inch closer.
"That may be but you are clearly hurt so we should get you some help then we can talk about other stuff. Sound fair?"
Another wave of dizziness hit me and this time I gripped the tree tightly trying to at least stay standing. The boy took that moment to rush to my side and slung my left arm over his shoulder. I fought off the wave and focused on the ground by our feet until it passed. I was breathing heavily and felt the strong urge to empty my stomach but refrained.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded. With that he helped me out into the open and to a bamboo shack. As we passed other boys they would stop and stare until the blonde would wave them off to work. We reached the shack and were greeted by two boys who quickly helped lift me onto a bed. One handed me a stick and said in a low voice. "Bite this."
My eyes widened but I knew this would have to happen. I felt two pairs of hands grab my leg and I let out a low groan squeezing my eyes shut. I felt another pair of hands this time on my shoulders and looked up to see the blonde holding me down. A strange glint in his eyes as he watched. Then everything was enveloped in red and pain. I bit so hard the stick snapped and filled my mouth with splinters. A few tears escaped my eyes and my hands were squeezing the sides of the bed so hard my knuckles were white and the wood was starting to bend. I lay there breathing heavily.
I felt the hands on my shoulder move to take out the prices of stick and then replace it with another one. I opened my eyes in shock.
No. It didn't work the first time?
The blonde saw the look and swallowed thickly before holding me down again. Then another blinding pain followed the crack I heard. This one didn't break but I sank my teeth through the wood a good half inch. I opened my eyes again to see a tear fall from the blonde's eye before he quickly wiped it away. That was odd. He just met me. Why would he be sad? I looked down my legs to see the other two wrapping my left and placing it in a splint and cast of gauze, and dressing the cuts and scrapes covering me. When they finished I breathed a sigh of relief. The older of the two boys, with some gray in his short dark hair, had to help pry the stick from my jaw. When they finished I sat up and looked at my leg. I was immediately pushed back down by the three boys.
"No, no way can you walk on that for a good week."
I glared at the speaker but said nothing. The blonde asked for the two med-jacks to leave and bring Alby they obliged. He sat down on the bench by my bed.
"Okay. Now it's time for some answers."
I shifted so I was in a sitting position against the wall.
"Who are you?"
I knew this was coming and just before I was about to say I had no idea a name slammed into me like a hammer hit my skull. Charlie.
"My name is Charlie. Who are you?"
He gave a small smile and answered.
"My names Newt. Next question, why were you out in the maze? Where did you come from?"
I shrugged and shook my head.
"I don't know. I woke up, it was night, I saw these monsters walking around and I had a messed up leg."
"You saw the grievers? And they didn't attack you?"
His eyes were wide with shock. I rolled my own and shook my head.
"I saw them yes, they didn't see me. I was hiding in the ivy and when the sun rose they left so I somehow made my way here. And you know the rest already."
He nodded, a furrow in his brow as he thought.
"Why were you out there though? They never come from out there."
He mumbled it but I could still hear him.
"What do you mean? Who's they? Where exactly am I?"
"Okay okay slow down. This is called the Glade. Alby is the leader and I'm his second. We live here and try to find a way out. As you have seen, outside this place is a maze. Every night those openings in the wall close and the grievers come out. It's only safe here. We continue to look for a way out though."
I nodded. It was a lot to take in but the more I knew the better.
"So what did you mean by they? Are there others who show up?"
He nodded.
"Yes but not like this. Every month the box bring up a new greenie. We've never gotten one form the maze before."
I sighed, why did I have to be different? I knew this was going to cause problems and make everyone suspicious of me. The one greenie to come from the maze, a maze filled with monsters. Before I could say anything the door opened and a tall dark skinned boy walked in. He had a grumpy expression on his face.
"Newt, what's going on?"
"New greenie. This one hurt and came from the maze. Last night."
The boy stilled. He slowly turned to me.
"Who are you?"
"Charlie. And before you ask no I don't know anything else. I woke up out there with a bum leg and these . . Grievers walking around. I hid and in the morning found my way here."
He looks to Newt who nods and then he turns back to me.
"Alright. Well, welcome to the glade. Don't do anything stupid or break our rules and I won't throw you off the cliff. Got it?"
I narrowed my eyes at him but nodded.
"Good that."
Then he turned and left. Newt stood up and followed throwing a "Get some rest Charlie." Over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes but found that sleep was beckoning and I followed its call into oblivion.