AN: This is my first Maze Runner Fanfiction, please read and review, and be nice :) Disclaimer: I don't own Maze Runner by James Dasher, or anything but the plot and my OC)
One
I couldn't see shit. That combined with the feel of a metal grate pressing into my back from my position on the floor made my eyes snap open. I jumped up to feel the walls, to look for a hinge, or a trapdoor, anything. So far, the box (at least from what I could tell) had no way out, leaving me to question how the hell I had gotten here in the first place.
I started to panic, banging on the walls as hard as I could, yelling for someone to let me out. I ran to the other side of the box, and felt the grate, hoping for an escape. I backed up slightly, but suddenly, the box gave a huge jolt! I slammed headfirst into the wall, then collapsed onto the floor, probably giving myself even more bruises. I reached up to feel my forehead, and my hand came away warm and sticky with blood. Then, as before, there was nothing but darkness.
I woke up to voices coming from every direction. My eyes weren't open, but I could tell there was a light that hadn't been there before. I could feel grass underneath me. The voices sounded like they were all male, and what they were saying didn't make me any less freaked.
"It's a girl!"
"What the shuck!"
"I don't believe it"
"Man, you seein' this?"
"She hot?"
"I got dibs, so slim it!"
"Who said you got first shot at her?"
"What happened to her face?"
That did it! I shot up into a sitting position and gasped, breathing raggedly. I looked around and stood carefully, trying to back away from the scene in front of me. From what I could see, there must've been over thirty boys surrounding me and no girls. I didn't like those odds. I saw a gap between the crowd and bolted. There was a huge opening in the wall and I raced toward it, trying to get away from them. A handful tore off after me. I could hear them screaming behind me.
"We got a runner!"
"Don't go in there!"
"Get away from the entrance!"
"Get back, shank!"
That was enough for me to slow down a little. One of them tackled me and we both fell on the grass. I thrashed, trying to throw him off, but whoever it was must've been twice my weight. He pinned me and I got a good look at his face.
This guy was NOT a looker. He had short, black hair and a huge, squashed nose. The fact that he was crushing me and his face was contorted into a scowl didn't help either. I cringed. He was built, but looked about fifteen or sixteen, and had a look of sick fascination in his eyes as he stared at me. He got off me and pulled me to my feet, still gripping my arm like I would try to run off again. Smart boy.
He pulled me back towards two other boys, who had run after me but hadn't been fast enough. I tried to wrestle out of his grip but gave up. It was clear he was a lot stronger than I was. He leaned down next to my ear.
"You've got some muscle, Greenie."
"Get off her, Gally."
I snarled at him and wrenched my arm away, then turned to the boy closest to me, the one who had spoken. He was tall and gangly, with a head of long, messy blonde hair.
"Was that necessary? Because I think that was completely uncalled for!"
"Unless you have a death wish, Greenie Girl, then it was completely necessary. Trust us, you don't wanna be goin' out there. Ever!" Harsh. That had come from the other boy. He looked about seventeen, and had dark skin with black hair.
"What the hell is a Greenie? And what's out there that I can't handle? Because if you thi-"
"No shuckin' questions till the end of the tour!" I crossed my arms, irritated. What the hell was a shuck? At that point the rest of the boys, who had followed the first three, left, a few making their way toward a shack on the edge of the field. Blondie threw a look at him, and then the other boy spoke up again.
"Shuck it, I'm no good at this." He held out his hand. "I'm Alby." I took it cautiously, but accepted it. Alby liked over at Blondie. "Newt, you're in charge of the Greenie. Make sure nothing happens to her. Keep her safe." Alby left and walked over to where every one else had gathered, the shack in the corner. Gally winked at me, then left to catch up to Alby. I glared daggers at the back of his head. Newt smirked at me and gently took my arm in his.
"Right, why don't we go get some dinner? Frypans cooking isn't nearly as bad as the rest of those buggers say it is." It suddenly dawned on me that Newt had a British accent, which made me think about how I knew that. How I knew anything. I didn't have any memories! I let my arm fall away from his, and slumped under a nearby tree, pulling my legs close to my chest. Newt sat down across from me.
"You gave us a scare when you off and done a runner, Greenie. I didn't think I was that ugly." He chuckled, but stopped when he saw my face.
"Why can't I remember anything?" I asked. I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't want to seem weak. I think he could tell I wanted to, which only made me feel worse.
"We've all been in your shoes Greenie. You'll get something back eventually." He stood up and held out his hand, a genuine smile on his face.
"How about we get you something to eat? You looked bloody starved."
I frowned and looked down. Newt groaned.
"I didn't mean it like that." He gestured towards a rough building in a corner of the field with his other hand.
"Food's this way." I smiled and took his hand.