Alrighty, I'm starting yet another fanfic. Sometimes I wonder what I'm actually doing with my life, but hey, I don't wanna keep you guys waiting, so let's get going!
The large metal box rattled and he jerked awake.
He could only remember one thing, his first name. Gabriel. He didn't know his family, he knew nothing. Just Gabriel.
It was pitch black and he couldn't even see his hand directly in front of his face. He tried to stand up but fell back down; the box wouldn't stop moving, so he sat down again.
He waited for ages. Waited. And waited. And waited some more.
He waited for what felt like hours, until the box halted to a stop. He stood up again, and saw a small crack of light, which slowly got bigger, and brighter.
Gabriel put his hand over his face and stumbled backwards, thereby falling flat on his ass.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light what he saw was... unexpected. He saw about thirty boys staring at him and talking.
A rope with a loop at the bottom dropped down and Gabriel figured it was to get him out of the box, so he put his foot in it and held on tight. It pulled him up.
'Bloody hell, how much do you weigh?' said someone with a strange accent.
When he got near the top a hand reached out to help him out, and he took it gratefully.
The hand pulled him up and he fell onto hard stone.
There was laughter all around him.
'Shank doesn't even know how to stand properly.' Said someone.
'maybe they wiped his memory a little too much.' Said someone else.
Another hand offered him help, but he stood up himself, not wanting whoever those two people were to make fun of him again.
'alright there, stretch?' said the boy with a strange accent again, who was now standing in front of him.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Who are you?' Gabriel asked.
'I think the real question is who are you? Do you know your name? Anything?' asked the other guy.
'It's Gabriel,' he replied 'I mean, I think so. That's the only name that's in my head. It must be mine?'
'Very insightful.' Someone said sarcastically.
'As for who I am, I'm Newt. Third in command.' Said (apparently) Newt.
Gabriel pushed his brown hair out of his face and looked around, taking in his surroundings.
He seemed to be in a field, but with the floor made of stone and about the size of a few football fields. On each side was a massive wall, keeping them inside, the only exits being four gaps, one in each wall.
Gabriel took a deep breath and looked back at Newt.
'Where am I?' he asked.
Newt slapped him on the shoulder.
'Welcome to the Glade, Greenie.'