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As he awoke, he had no idea of where he was, where he was going or who he was. The cold stale air that surrounded him was heavy with dust that burned his throat when he breathed. Like any person enclosed in pitch dark, he knew there was something very wrong. Frightened, he stepped backwards only to find himself hitting a metal wall. His breath quickened and he began gulping down air. As metal ground against metal, he figured out one thing about himself, he was definitely claustrophobic. Finding the edge of the small container that trapped him, he slid to the floor and brought his legs to his chest, and focused on his breathing. For some reason he felt as though he had been through this situation countless of times, but he could not remember when, how or why.

To make matters worse, the box took a sudden jerk as though it had been brought to life and began to sky rocket higher and higher into the darkness. As the boy ascended, the smell of burnt oil and rust disturbed his senses and made him feel nauseated. Still, he continued to force his breathing to slow and willed the tears to never come. He felt as though he must not destroy the fear he held, but instead control it.

As his breathing finally slowed a thought came to mind. My name is Tobias. That was it, the only primary detail he could remember about himself. Although, as he continued searching his subconscious… he remembered a girl. With blond hair that fell to her shoulders and bluish grey eyes. Soon enough a name came to mind, Tris. Curious as to how he had no memory about anything or anyone else, even his past; he continued trying to remember anything else about the girl. He remembered her falling into a net, but why would she do that? Especially considering he had a feeling he had done the same thing once. He remembered kisses they had shared. Some at the bottom of a chasm, with water roaring around them, or others on a train. Although, he couldn't rid his mind of a single kiss that lead to much more.

More confused than ever, questions kept creeping into his thoughts. How did I get here? Where am I going? Who am I? That was the one, the one question that Tobias could not bring himself to confront. The only memories of his past life all included a girl. When he was pulling away his hands from his face, he saw a tattoo on his wrist. It was the number 6 mashed together with the number 4. Somehow he felt that this symbolised a lot to him, but he couldn't remember why. As time went by, Tobias became accustomed to the swaying, his legs where now stretched out in front of him and his head rested against the metal behind him. After what he guessed was an hour and a half, but felt like eternity to him passed, the box let out one final screech and slowly it began to come to a halt. Before it stopped entirely, he managed to pull himself up and hold on to a metal bar beside him. As the box finally came to a halt, he almost fell but he was able to keep himself upright by gripping the metal tighter.

He stood there deliberating his next move. He knew it would not be wise to scream; who is to say there would be 'friends' on the outside. After a few moments later, he began moving in the darkness, hands feeling the walls in search of a way out. Nothing. His hands would only skim over metal and what he believed was the occasional spider web. He groaned and hit the wall in frustration as he heard the echo sound through the empty space below, an idea came to mind. There must be something above him. He lunged into the air with his arm stretched as high as possible. His hand barley reached the top of the box. He jumped once more, this time his fist connected with the lid which resulted in a loud bang.

He hardly had the chance to register the pain in his hand as he heard a voice that he guessed belonged to a boy, "Keep your nickers on Slinthead." Slinthead, Tobias thought. He heard the clank of metal above him. He looked up he saw a straight strip of light widening. As the light poured in, it burned his eyes and forced him to look away, down at the floor with his hand gripping the metal next to him. He heard voices above him resulting in him gripping the metal tighter.

"Whoa, he has a tattoo!"

"How old do you think he is?"

"Man, I swear it didn't stink thaaaaat bad when I came up."

"Hope you enjoyed the ride Greenie."

"It's a one-way trip, bro."

"That shank looks pissed."

Tobias forced himself to look up and let his eyes adjust to the light. At first he saw indistinguishable figure. But as seconds ticked by his eyes adjusted and what he saw in front of him confused him more, if that was even possible.

Boys, teenage boys to be exact, all of them chattering between themselves and some of them pointing. As he watched on curious, someone lowered a rope with a loop at the end of it. After a moment's hesitation, he decided it was the best chance he had to get out of this 'cage'. He stepped on the loop with his left foot and gripped the rope with both hands. As he was lifted upwards hands reached for him, heaps of them. All grabbing his clothes and wrenching him up and out of the box. Strangely enough, even though he was surrounded by strange faces and the world felt as though it was spinning, he felt no fear. As he fell flat on his back, he noticed the voices had died down and soon enough it was practically silent. Soon enough he heard someone say something. Something he knew would change his life, "Nice to meet ya, shank," the boy said. "Welcome to the Glade."

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