I recently went and saw Deepwater Horizon and my love for Dylan O'Brien was rekindled. Since it's still a while before season 6 of Teen Wolf, I've distracted myself with watching TMR and TSR over and over again, and got this idea.

Just a small heads up: I am fully invested in this story as of right now, like I've been working on it for a couple weeks now and personally, don't think it's shit yet, but I get into these phases where I hate my writing and it kind of deflates my desire to write. I'm hoping that that doesn't happen to this story, because I actually do really like it. But, if updates start becoming fewer and fewer, don't fret! I will finish the story, it just might take me a while to get back into it. Like I said I have most of it written already so I should have regular updates, but just a heads up.

I'm still deciding if I want to make it a romance story or not. If I do, then it wouldn't be until the sequel, that is if people like and enjoy this one enough for me to write the second one. Hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think! Thanks! Xx


It all seemed like a terrible dream. She had woken up to the sound of alarms blaring, darkness surrounding her. A draft from beneath her did nothing for the sweat beading on her forehead and she pushed herself up onto her knees. Her arms shook, and she wanted vomit. Refusing to do so, she tried to adjust her eyesight to the world around her. Passing, faint lights presented the cage like contraption she had been placed in. Boxes lined the walls around her. A dingy smell filled her nostrils and she covered her mouth as another wave of nausea washed over her. A jolt sent her onto her side, creaking as her ribs slammed into the grated floor. A bright light above cut her wincing short and she stared wide eyed at the approaching ceiling. Fingers tangling into the floor, she buried her face in her arms and hoped for the best.

At some point everything stopped moving. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she continue to hide her face. Eyes staring downward, through the floor to the darkness below. The darkness she had just come from.

There was a thud to her left and her body tensed.

"Hey. Greenie."

Something nudged her side and she held her breath. There was a low murmur of voice above her. She couldn't help the stupid, 'am I dead' thought that ran through her mind as she tried to slow her thumping heart.

"Is he alive?" another voice, further away than the first, called out. He? Who's he? She hadn't seen another person inside the cage, but then again, she hadn't been able to make out anything really.

She wasn't doing herself any good, hiding like this. You couldn't really call it hide per say, more or less, cowering. But she was terrified. Why couldn't she remember anything. How did she end up in this cage? Slowly and carefully, she lifted her head. Bright light blinded her, the dingy smell had been replaced with a mossy, earthy smell and the darkness had all but disappeared in the blinding light from above. She forced her eyes to open and rolled onto her back, staring up at the shadowing figure of whatever, or whomever, had kicked her just moments before.

"What the hell?" The figure shrank down closer to her, revealing the freckled face of a young boy. His eyebrows were quirked upward in a puzzled expression, his lips parted in a state of shock.

"Alby, take a look at this."

The boy staring down at her, rose back up and the light came rushing back in. Her hand rose to shield some of the light away and she was able to finally get a decent look around. Above her, stood four or five boys, all varying in age. They were covered in dirt, their clothes tattered and torn. Above them was a blue sky spotted with puffs of white clouds and the tops of trees. She jumped when another boy leapt down beside the first, coming to stand beside him. He was broader than the first, though shorter, and held himself with a sense of dignity and confidence. Undoubtedly the leader, and the one named Alby, he crouched beside her as she rose to a sitting position.

"What is it?" One of the boys above called out obnoxiously.

"Looks like we got ourselves a female Greenie." The new boy, Alby, gave a chuckle and reached out to her.

She pushed away from him, colliding against the far wall. She pulled her knees into her chest, trying to make herself as small as she could. Alby chuckled again, and retracted his hand, standing back up. He moved to his friend's side and gave him a nod.

"Let's start unloading, boys!" Eyebrows shouted over his shoulder and two more boys dropped down into the cage.

"You can stay there until you're ready to get out," Alby spoke the her once again, "But if I were you, I'd get ready sooner rather than later."

His statement knotted her stomach but she made no inclination of moving, following him with her eyes as he moved to help the others unloaded the boxes and crates that had arrived with her.

She had fallen asleep at some point, unsure what had made her so exhausted and was surprised to see that the sun had begun to set. The boys had long since gone about their day, doing whatever it was that they had been doing prior to her arrival. Every now and again, a head would appear from up above, the same head each time, belonging to a thin, shaggy haired boy. He never said anything, never made any move to harm her, just played babysitter while she hid. She wasn't sure if he had continued checking on her while she was asleep but didn't bother waiting around to see if he would return. Her body ached from her sitting position and her stomach growled with hunger. Maybe if she was quiet, she could sneak away without any one seeing her, gone before her babysitter would return.

Pushing off the floor, she stretched out her arms and legs, bones creaking and cracking under her skin. Moving to the edge, she had watched so many boys climb in and out of the cage from, she grabbed a hold of the ledge and attempted to pull herself up. But her arms were too weak, exhausted and sore and she dropped back down on the grated floor. She cringed at the sound that echoed around her, squeezing her eyes and hoping no one had heard her. She scanned above her, expecting to find the same shaggy haired face peering down at her. But when no one came, she let relief wash over her. Standing up once again, she dusted her hands off and moved towards the ledge again.

Again, she reached up and again she dropped onto her bottom with a grunt. She wasted no time leaping back onto her feet, and repeating the process, each time landing on her bottom again. Finally, she gave up, falling backwards and staring up at the sky above. Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the sandy brown hair.

"Are you gonna just keep spying on me, or are you going help me out of this thing." She grunted, lifting herself of the floor once again.

She turned and waited expectantly for the head to reappear, hands resting on her hips. Eventually, the boy reappeared and gave her a grin, "Alby told me to leave you alone until you wanted to talk." She was stumped by the accent in his voice, another difference from the other two boys she had seen before.

He reached a hand down towards her, waiting for her to make her way over. She was hesitant to take his hand, but ultimately decided in the time it took her to get from where she stood to the side of the way he was currently leaning over to let him help. With combined effort, she was out of the cage in a matter of seconds, hands and knees digging into the soft ground beside him. She let out a long breath, lungs filling with the fresh air around her and blinked at the boy beside her. He watched her with a small smile, extended his hand out to her once again.

"I'm Newt."

She took his hand without hesitation this time and began to shake it when a realization struck her. Her face twisted into small horror and she pulled away, blinking.

"I-I don't remember my name."

This didn't seem to faze Newt, his kind smile remaining as he stood up, "None of us did the first time we arrived. It's fine. It'll come back to you eventually." He helped her to her feet, her eyebrows still furrowed in disbelief and confusion.

"How long is eventually?"

Newt shrugged, "Longest was a couple days. For the time being, you'll be Greenie. Alby will give you the tour tomorrow morning, then Winston, the Greenie before you, will get you settled in."

Before she could respond, a grinding noise startled them both. They turned and watched to large metal panels pull from the ground beneath them, coming together over the cage she had just been in. There was another, deeper grinding sound and then nothing.

She continued to stare at the metal panels, the place she had once been, and swallowed the lump in her throat. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her shoulders back and tried to hide the anxiety building in her chest. She looked over at Newt, who was staring at the spot as well, though he held no expression.

He met her gaze and jutted a thumb over his shoulder, "I'll show you where your hammock while be."


Next chapter will start with the film, I'll try and incorporate lines and things from the book as well as some of my own stuff. Xx