Full Summary: Clara didn't remember much as she came to learn of her new life in the Glade, but what she did know is that she had a guardian angel out there somewhere that she wished to never see again. All she knew of this protector of hers was a note warning them to, Protect Her, and a pendant with the word 'Sister' on it; along with his name, 'Thomas.' But that was the least of her problems now that she was the only girl in the Glade, and had caught two of the Glader's eyes unwillingly.

Well, I decided to give this fandom a shot, and write a fanfiction about my own OC, but if the first two chapters don't go well then I'll probably leave it alone until I decide to continue it eventually. If it does go over well, I'll try to update as much as I can. I already have quite a few chapters written, but not enough to update often. So don't expect a lot of updates.

I also would like to point out that I'm using mostly the book, and not the movie. I hate to say it, but I loved the book's storyline better than the movie. However, this story will be MOSTLY the book, but it'll have a few things from the movie in it as well. However, if I do write a sequel, and that's a big IF seeing how I'm not even sure if I'm going to continue this or not, then more than likely the sequel will only be based off the book. I'd also like to point out that the descriptions of the characters are obviously the actors who played them, and not how the book wrote them. I had no problem with who played the characters. It was just the storyline I didn't particular like.

This Fanfiction is written a little pre-book, as you'll come to notice later in the two chapters that I've posted that there is no Chuck yet. He'll come later. However, this is set after Nick's death though, so you won't be seeing him. Also, this is a love triangle fanfiction just to warn you. Other than that though, I hope you like it.

Either way, please enjoy.

+Arriving +

My eyes snapped open instantly at the sound of chains moving, as my stomach lurched violently from the sudden movement around me.

Blinking rapidly, I reached up and placed a hand on my head at the throbbing pain that was emanating from it. Groaning I made to sit up only to find my stomach twisting in knots as I did so, and the ever present feeling to retch reappeared. Not to mention it only made the pounding in my brain even worse.

With blurry vision I tried to take in my surroundings, but found I could hardly see. It was nearly pitch black wherever I was at, and for some reason very, very cold. Removing my hand from my forehead I placed them on my arms as I tried rubbing them to catch some kind of warmth. However, the moment my hands came in contact with my body I instantly found them drenched with sweat like my forehead had been.

How could I be sweating so much when it was so freezing cold?

Trying to stand up to get a better idea of where I was at, I immediately found my head hitting the low ceiling above me. Groaning, I held my hand back to my throbbing head waiting for the piercing pain to pass.

Once I was sure it had nearly gone, I placed my hands in front of me as I began to feel around the room. Trying in vain to figure out where I was at. What I found though confused me more. Tripping into a few objects along the way, I felt crates around me, and in one I barely registered the sound of some kind animal clucking. Searching my mind trying to remember where I had heard it before, it almost came to me instantly.

Chickens.

Why was I in this large room with a type of farm animal? Racking my brain I tried to think of the last thing I remembered, but I kept coming up blank. Hell I couldn't remember anything, let alone who I was, and where I came from.

"Where am I? Who am I," I whispered in fear, surprised at the sound of my own voice, as I continued to feel along the room, quickly finding that I was in some type of large box with metal all around. Instantly panic began to set it, and I felt my breaths becoming uneven as the claustrophobia I didn't know I had begun to take over my very being.

Backing up I took a seat back on the floor, and tucked my legs up to my chest, as I leaned my elbows against each knee. Placing my head in my hands, I tried to even my breaths and calm myself. How I knew how to do this, I had no clue, but yet it was working.

A little voice in my head chided me, 'You were having a panic attack.'

'Duh captain obvious,' I couldn't help thinking back, before taking another deep breath as I tried once again to grasp on to anything I could remember. However nothing was registering in my brain...well until one single thing floated to the front of my mind.

'Clara.'

"Is that my name," I asked myself out loud, as I tested the name out on my tongue. For some reason it felt so familiar...so...mine.

'Guess it is,' I thought, before glancing up and noticing red lights beginning to appear above me. It was in that moment I realized that this box was actually moving as it passed by them, and finally it helped to shed some light in the dark box I had been in. All around me I could finally see the crates I had bumped in to, along with a word written in small letters across them.

'WICKED.'

"What in the hell is WICKED," I asked myself out loud as I crawled across the box to one of the crates. Running my hand over the lettering I found something so familiar about those words, but nothing would come to the forefront of my mind to know why. Sighing, I backed up against the wall again, and sat back down as I leaned my head against it.

Finally, with the light now, I was able to realize a few things. One I already knew from my name. I was obviously a girl, especially now realizing the length of my dark locks as they cascaded down the front of my red shirt to end around my waist. Plus the obvious reason I realized I was a girl was the fact that I had breasts, as I noticed the red shirt I was wearing was cut into a V shape on my chest revealing a decent sized cleavage. Noticing a slight weight on my neck, I reached up my hand to caress the small object there before lifting it up in front of my face to find a tiny silver heart with some type of engraving on it. However it was still too dark in this box to see it. Sighing, I looked down noticing the pair of short jean shorts I was wearing. Realizing they had pockets, I sat up long enough to search them for some type of other clue to who I was, or where I was exactly. However, I came up short once more. Only finding a small piece of paper, with words written across it that I once again could not see in this light.

Growling in frustration, I slammed my hand against the floor as everything that was happening began to hit me. Yet a small part of my brain kept reminding me to stay calm, as I recited out loud, "I'm in a box, going upwards. My name is Clara, and I'm a girl." Finding my center with those words, I tried to focus again. Realizing something was wrapped around my back. I stood up, albeit carefully this time as to not hit the ceiling again. Reaching my hand up to my shoulder I felt a strap along my collarbone. Checking the other side, I found the same, quickly coming to the conclusion I was wearing a back pack.

Maneuvering it off of me within seconds, I held it up in front of my eyes for closer inspection. It was a small, black, backpack. Nothing was written on it, but I did notice its weight. I was getting ready to open it, when suddenly the chains around me began to rattle even louder, as the box began to slow down. Looking up, I finally noticed the ceiling coming toward me. Panicking, I slung the backpack back onto my back once again, before the chains grinded to a halt, and all the sudden I was lurched forward onto my hands and knees from the sudden stop.

'At least it stopped before it hit the ceiling,' I thought with a breath of relief. However, suddenly realizing my ordeal was far from over, as the room suddenly was thrown back into blackness, I began to panic again. Above me, I could see a small slit of light coming from somewhere, and in a desperate attempt to catch someone's...anyone's to be honest... attention, I began screaming at the top of my lungs, "SOMEONE HELP! I'M TRAPPED!"

Though I was surprised at my own raspy voice, as if I hadn't spoken in years, I found in that moment I got no reply. Nothing, not even a single sound could be heard. Rapidly breathing in and out, I ran over to the other side of the box and began banging on the metal wall, while continuing to scream at the top of my lungs, "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP!"

Feeling tears begin to coat my eyes, and swell in the corners, I quickly tried to blink them away. Now was not the time to cry.

Just as I was getting ready to yell again, a sound could be heard above me. Like a group of people talking. Straining to hear, I barely had time to catch any words, before light suddenly penetrated the room around me, as two metal hatch doors that had once been the ceiling above began to pull away to reveal the outside world. It was so bright compared to what I had grown used to that I had to shield my eyes, but before I could, I could just barely make out two silhouettes looming above me at the top of the box.

Hearing a long low whistle from above, a boy's voice entered my ears as he replied, "Well shuck me, I've gone to heaven."

Crinkling my eyebrows at his words, I barely had time to register the unusual word, 'shuck,' before more voices penetrated the box.

"Well what the shuck is it, Newt?"

"Did we get another greenie or not," came another's voice.

"Is the shuckface as ugly as a pile of klunk or something," piped up another boy.

Cringing from the sound of the boy's voices, I felt an indescribable fear enter me. Where it came from I don't know, but there was something I didn't like, and my guess was that it was the sound of the boys...maybe the boys in general. Shrinking back, as the silhouette above me crouched down. I notice his head turn to look at the others.

"The Greenie's a girl," he replied still in shock, as the voices above me erupted in murmurs all at once.

"A girl?"

"We've never had a girl before?"

"Why'd they send a girl?"

"Who the shuck cares, I call first dibs," another voice laughed from above me, making me shrink back even further into the box.

"Would you all slim it! You're scaring her, and also, no one's going to touch a single hair on her head as far as I'm concerned. Do you all understand," another voice boomed from above as I realized it came from the other silhouette above me. Looking back down into the box, the figure crouched down, and held out his hand.

"Here, let me help you out greenie," the boy replied, as I shrank even further back from his hand. Noticing this, he huffed, before replying, "I'm not going to hurt cha. No one is. I just wanna get you outta of this shucking box. Come on, we got other things to do than to sit around and wait for you all day."

Squinting at his harsh tone, I looked around me noticing the crates piled high to the ceiling. Some others were piled up a little lower; almost creating a staircase. Glancing back at the stranger's hand, I made a split second decision.

I walked over to the crates, and began to climb up them, as the boy huffed in annoyance at my blatant disregard for his help. Reaching the top of the last stack of crates, I pulled myself up and out of the only place I had known since waking up. Reaching the dirt covered ground at the top, I collapsed into a sitting position as I took a deep breath. For some reason, that took a lot out of me.

"Yeah, take a deep breath greenie. You're gonna feel a little weak for a moment," a voice soothed from above me, as someone took slow steps near me.

"Damn! You weren't kidding when you said you'd been shucked and gone to heaven, Newt. That girl is one fine..."

"Slim it," the boy, who I assumed was called Newt now, spoke harshly, before coming to squat beside me. Feeling his closeness, I felt that fear come barreling back, and instantly I shrank away from him as he went to reach out to me. Scrambling to my feet as fast as I could. I blinked a couple of times before taking in my surroundings finally. All around me were boys, whose ages ranged from 12 to probably 18, and they were all slowly closing in on me in a circle. Feeling the panic attack coming back, I began to spin around looking for a way out, and that's when I noticed it. I was in a large field, with trees scattering across it, and in some areas it was a little thicker. A few buildings dotted the area, along with what looked like a garden, and in the distance I could see what looked like a small pen full of farm animals. That wasn't what got me panicking even worse though. All around this large area were giant walls, probably a hundred feet or more tall with moss and vines covering nearly every inch of them. I began to feel that feeling of claustrophobia again, even more so as the boys around me closed in, and I heard their taunts.

"Looks like Greenie's getting ready to throw up."

"You scared greenie," another asked.

Placing my hands on my head, I tried breathing in evenly, but it was all too much, and as soon as I felt a hand touch my shoulder I snapped.

"Welcome to the Glade, Green..."

CRACK!

My fist had made immediate contact with a dark-skinned boy's nose. The same one whose voice I recognized as the one who had tried to help me out of the box. Panicking, I began to back up, and before I knew it, I was tearing my way through the crowd, and running across the field.

"WE GOT A RUNNER," someone screamed from behind me, as I sprinted with no clear direction in mind, at least until I saw a large opening within the walls. Quickening my pace, I could hear footsteps behind me, as I neared the opening.

Looking back over my shoulder to see who was following me, I realized in that moment that I was making a mistake, but before I could correct it, I was just turning my head back around... almost a foot away from the opening... when I suddenly slammed face first into something.

"GRAB HER MINHO," someone yelled from behind me, as I began to fall backwards. However, before my body could reach the ground, the person in front of me caught me around the waist in time, and hoisted me into their arms. Glancing up at the person, I found an Asian-boy staring at me in disbelief.

"You're a girl," he stupidly asked, blinking his eyes as if he barely believed what he was seeing.

Taking his shock as an advantage, I began to try wiggling out of his grasp, but it didn't take him long to come to his senses as his arms tightened around me, and a smirk danced across his lips.

"I don't think you wanna go where I just came from, Greenie. Trust me. Now calm down. You look all kinds of jacked," he chuckled, as he forcefully, sat me down on my butt, and continued to hold me down, as the footsteps behind us got louder, until they all but stopped. Hearing their heavy breathing behind me, I heard one boy, Newt I'm guessing, rasp out, "Damn...she's a...fast one."

"No kidding," another choked out, from behind me, before suddenly chuckling, "And a brave one too, hitting Alby like that."

"Yeah, she defiantly gave the med-jacks a little hard work. Gonna take forever to fix up that shank's nose."

Trembling underneath the Asian's boy's grasp, I whispered, "I didn't mean to...he...there was just so many people, and I..."

"Freaked out," Newt finished for me.

Nodding guilty, I continued to stare forward, and over the Asian's boy's shoulder. Just as I was getting a closer look at what I thought was about to be my exit before, a sudden loud grinding sound was heard. Covering my ears, I looked up just in time to see the walls around us moving.

Giant freaking walls actually freaking moving!

"See that's why I stopped you," Minho yelled over the noise, as I watched in terror and slight fascination as the walls began to close. One by one, I watched what looked like metal spheres attached to the walls enter a large slot made just for them on the opposite side. Within seconds the walls were sealed shut, as was my ticket to freedom from these boys around me.

Groaning I put my head in my hands.

"I wouldn't be groaning if I was you. Be glad I saved you from getting stuck out there. Trust me, you don't want to be out there at night," Minho explained, before getting to his feet, and turning to look at the other boys, "She's all yours now. I gotta head to the map room."

With that he took off to some building across the field. Reaching the door, he pulled it open and walked inside, before closing it shut behind him.

"He's right you know. You don't wanna be out there with the Grievers at night," Newt replied warningly, as my head popped up at the odd words.

"What are Grievers," I asked, but before I could get an answer, another pair of footsteps could be heard coming towards us, before a booming voice yelled, "BILL, NEWT, throw that shankette in the slammer. Give her some shucking time to cool off and come to her shucking senses. I ain't got time to deal with her klunk right now."

Alby.

It was the boy I had hit.

Obviously the leader of this pack of boys.

I was so screwed. Looking up at the other two boys questioningly they only gave me guilty grimaces, before hoisting me up by my arms and on to my feet.

"Sorry about this, love," Newt replied, before he and the other boy escorted me away from Alby, and across the field. Within seconds a concrete building came into view.

Reaching it, the other boy unlocked the door, before ushering me into the room. Taking a look around, all I saw was one rickety looking chair in the corner, and nothing else but a small window with bars across it. Looking back at the two boys, they once again gave me guilty looks, before Newt replied, "Just try to calm down, and I'll see what I can do about getting you outta of here. In the mean time, just try to relax." With that the boys shut the door, and left me alone to my own thoughts. Ignoring the chair, I went to take a seat in the corner. Raising my knees to my chest, I let out a long sigh, before asking myself, "How the hell did I get myself into this mess?"