HI! This is my first story for Maze Runner, and my first story on this account. So yay!
This will be slight AU for Maze Runner and slight AU for Assassin's Creed. As Desmond is alive and a teen. (yes, he is an assassin still)
Anyway, this is kind of a Book/movie fusion. I'm going to have some of the characters more like they were in the movie, because I liked them better in the movie. I'm sorry if the first chapter is confusing. The beginning is always the hardest to write. So please enjoy! And review, tell if you liked it, hated it, loved it, ect.
Pain
A bright light.
A voice yelling.
No, multiple voices.
Where am I
Pain.
A harsh grinding sound.
Moving.
What's happening.
A flash of light.
Agony.
Darkness.
The dark haired boy shot awake with a gasp. He looked around. He was in a metal box, it was moving upwards slowly, but surely. He felt claustrophobic, trapped. Before the panic consumed him, he sat down, drawing in deep breaths. He tried to remember where he was, what was happening. But he kept drawing a blank. Try as hard as he could, he didn't remember anything. He tried to take in his surroundings, but there was no light in the cool blackness. He stayed laying against the wall and waited for the box to finish its journey to... Wherever it was going.
What seemed like hours later, the box slowed down, and a wailing alarm sounded outside. A loud clanging, and the sound of doors moving alerted him to the box being opened. The boy covered his eyes and hissed when the top of the box was thrown open, bathing him in sunlight. His eyes felt like they were on fire for a few moments, before they started to adjust.
"Coulda given me some warning" He muttered, voice laced with sarcasm.
As he looked up, he could see several people leaning over the top of the box, saying things that didn't make sense, and laughing. The new boy was confused, who used words like 'shuck' 'greenie' and 'shank'?
He startled as a rope was dropped down.
"Hey, get up here Green Bean, we don't have all day." An irate, scratchy voice sounded from above.
"Shut it shuck face" A different voice demanded.
The new comer shrugged and grabbed the rope, hauling himself out of the box. As he stood up on the ground, he was surrounded by people. He could now see that they were all teenagers of various ages, race, height, and shape.
He looked past the boys, checking his surroundings. He was in a large field, that seemed to be divided into four parts. In one part, there was a large amount of plants, another filled with animals and an ominous building. In one corner was a dark looking forest. On each of the four sides there was a large wall, made of stone and partly covered in ivy. In the middle of each wall, there was a large gap, he couldn't see what lay beyond the gap, but he had a bad feeling about it.
The boy was startled out of his observation by the teens surrounding him, they were laughing and talking, gesturing at him. It was a little overwhelming.
He felt more then saw a hand reaching for his shoulder, and acted on instinct he didn't remember having. He grabbed the unknown persons arm, and rotated to the left, bringing his left elbow into the teens ribcage, quickly releasing his arm and turning to face the now winded blond.
He heard gasps of surprise from all around, mixed with a few whistles of approval. He was grabbed by several of the boys, he tried to fight, but he was still dazed and confused. He saw a dark skinned, older teen, probably about 17, lean down and help the blond up.
"You alright Newt?"
"Yeah, the shuck-face has good aim though" the blond spoke with a accent that the boy couldn't place.
The dark skinned teen turned around to face the new boy.
"Calm down Greenie, lets try this again. What's your name?"
The dark haired boy thought for a moment before responding slowly
"Desmond."
"How did you do that?"
"I don't know" he responded honestly.
"Well then Desmond, I think before we get to the tour, we need to get a few things straightened up. You can't go around attacking other Gladers. So if we let you go, are you gonna attack again, or do we need to leave you in the slammer for a night?"
Desmond wasn't sure what the slammer was, but he decided it didn't sound like fun.
"Okay, sure, but tell these idiots to let go of me, would ya?" The other boy sighed, and nodded to the living restraints.
"Welcome to the Glade Green Bean, I'm Alby. Now hurry up, I don't have all day." He walked off, not waiting to see if Desmond was following. Before he turned, the boy saw the look of suspicion that tinted Alby's gaze when he looked at Desmond.
Desmond quickly caught up with Alby, drawing in a quick breath before launching a verbal volley of questions at the other boy.
"Where are we, what is this place, why do you all talk so weird-" his questions were interrupted by Alby shoving a hand over his mouth.
"Listen Greenie, I'm going to give you the tour, and you will not talk until the end. I don't have time for all your questions. Do you understand"
Desmond nodded slowly, annoyed at this boy. Who did he think he was? And what was wrong with being curious.
"Okay, good."
And with that, Desmond was shown around. He was morbidly fascinated by the blood house. The rest didn't really make an impression. The homestead was impressive though, for a building made by teenagers. Desmond was quite proud of himself, he had managed to not ask questions. Although as they approached the kitchen area, he had to ask a single question.
"Whats with the gaps in the walls?" Alby turned towards him, face darkening.
"There are three rules that you have to follow. Don't hurt another Glader, we all have to trust each other. Do your part, we don't have have time for slackers. And the most important. Don't go past those walls. Ever."
"Why not?"
"Just don't" Alby snapped.
They were interrupted by the boy Desmond had knocked the wind out of. He walked up, obviously limping. The new boy vaguely wondered what was causing the limp. Desmond remembered hearing his name, but didn't remember what it was.
"Alby, done with the tour yet?" the blond smiled cheerily, "did you manage to avoid scaring the klunk out of our new greenie?"
"Yes, and yes. What do you want Newt?" Alby said, annoyance still obvious. Newt ignored it in favor of turning to Desmond.
"So Greenie, ready to get settled in?" the boy seemed friendly, despite Desmond attacking him.
"Uh, sure. Sorry about attacking you earlier." he responded sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it, just don't do it again."
Desmond say Alby's face darken out of the corner of his eye. He obviously was less then happy about the Greenie's violent outburst.
"Go to the homestead, Chuck is there to help you settle in. Tomorrow you start working, on day with each of the Keepers, we'll see what your good at Green Bean." Newt said. Desmond nodded and walked back to the Homestead.
As he walked in he was met by several suspicious looks. It seemed word had gotten around of the Greenie attacking Newt. The awkward silence dragged on, until Desmond broke it.
"What, is there something on my face?" the awkward silence was broken by a few chuckles and one snort of derision, but it worked to break everyone out of the awkwardness and they all returned to what they were doing.
A short, young, boy approached Desmond. "Hi, I'm Chuck, so your the new Greenie"
"Yep, I guess I am. Newt told me to find you?" the newbie trailed off uncertainly.
"Yeah, I'll show you where to sleep, come on."
Desmond followed the younger boy. He was very aware of the stares coming from the other boys, he simply chose to ignore it.
And that's chapter! Don't worry, I have plenty more planned. Like Desmond getting into a fight.