Hello there lovelies, this is my first ever published story. I hope you like it, comments and criticism are welcome.

So far there is one pairing I have in mind, but we will see how it goes.

The Maze Runner belongs to the wonderful James Dashner. And I thank him for blessing us with it.

Any plot twits or Oc's are my own. Now enjoy.

Out of the Box

With a jolt the girl peeled herself of the rusty floor. She had been jarred awake by the rattling and shaking of the room that enclosed her. It was dark at first making her believe that she was perhaps blind, but the little flashes of light as she shot upwards only proved that she wasn't.

Scooting into the back corner, legs pulled to her chest she waited for her little, cluttered, dark box to come to a stop and reveal where she was. The girls head ached, she felt nauseous and the worst part of it all was that she couldn't remember a thing, not even her own name.

Silent tears leaked down her cheeks at the absence of anything but the blurs in her mind, it frightened her really. The lift, roof thing screeched to a halt and she quickly moved to wipe at her eyes, curious yet frightened on what might be out there or just what might come in to get her. Shivering slightly she tried to make herself as small as possible against the box next to her and the wall behind her.

The doors banged open above her and light flooded in temporarily blinding her. A figure quickly blocked out the blazing light and caused the entire elevator to shake. A gruff rumble of a voice shook her out of her own mind and drew her to actually look at the figure standing before her.

It was a boy and he seemed to be a whole lot bigger than her from her perspective. Said boy reached out to grab her by the front of her shirt and she elicited a growl. Not even aware that it was herself that made the noise at first, but she had the overwhelming feeling that he should not grab anywhere near her chest.

"Get up Greenie, day one time to be productive."

The words rolled around in her head, what in the world was a Greenie? Was that her name, because it sure didn't feel like it? Pushing slowly off the ground and up the grated walls she came to stand. Now the boy wasn't too much bigger than her, she he was more built, blocky even but height wise he wasn't to terrible of a distance.

"What's the holdup Gally?" The shout came from outside the infernal contraption she was still stuck in. Gally, the blocky guy never took his eyes off her as he shouted back up, "Greenie's being a slinthead."

And there was another strange feeling word to her, just who in the world were these people? More shadows cast down on the two causing her to look up at them. There was a handful or so of boys gathered around the doors staring at her curiously.

Gally grabbed her arm and hauled her up out of the metal box, which she was grateful for but at the same time she wanted to snap his finger for being so rough with her. Yanking her arm free she glowered at him though he seemed unaffected by it for the most part, shooting her a sneer back.

A darker skinned boy made his way through the group, stopping in front of her. "Welcome to the Glade Shank." Mumbles broke out like wildfire in the crowd at the boy's words, half she couldn't make out but it wasn't like she caret at all. She was more concerned that she still felt like someone had drugged her.

Taking in the surroundings she did not like what she saw, the towering grey walls that enclosed them frightened her some. They made her feel trapped, but there was also that nagging sense that she knew what the walls held.

A hand landed on her shoulder causing her to jump a little and swat at the hand. Looking at the hands owner, she noted that it was only the dark skinned boy and he was watching her with raised eyebrows. "Easy Greenbean, don't need you to klunk your pants. Name's Alby, I'll take you on a tour of the Glade tomorrow."