Chapter 1:

All I could see was darkness. Complete black. I felt around trying to find anything that would tell me where I was. I reached into my pocket and feel paper crumple around my fingers. A note, maybe it will help? I pull it out and try to decipher the words but the darkness surrounding me distinguishes the only chance I might've had of surviving. The rough metal of the floor scratches my fingers, the same material all around me. I must be in some kind of box. I bang on the walls as I hard as I could, yelling for help. Of course no one came or responded. Panic began to creep up on me quickly and I could feel tears brimming on the edge of my eyes. I couldn't hold it in any longer so I screamed at the top of my voice.

"Let…me…out!" I yelled.

I began to get more and more panicked finding myself short of breath. Oh no, I thought. I couldn't breathe, a wheezy noise now coming out of my mouth. In my panicked state I stood up too quickly getting knocked back down, hitting my head hard in the process.

"Ouch," I exclaimed but quickly paused, the blood flowing down the side of my face. Brooklyn. That must be my name, Brooklyn. But why can't I remember anything else? How old am I? I panicked more and more as the box moved up and up, my breathing getting harder and harder to control. My head was pounding, the pain was unbearable. Now I really was beginning to get stressed, how am I going to get out? Just as I was thinking of plans through my throbbing head the box began to slow, until it came to a standstill. This is it, I thought. This is where it ends. I crept to the corner, holding my hand to my bloody head as the box opened revealing excruciating beams of light. Voices began to call from above, making my already panicked state even worse.

"Who is it?"
"What job are they gonna get?"

"Slopper I'll bet if he's hiding in the corner!"

All the voices sounded male so I peered up and was correct. Every single one of the shadows were men. Wait, let me rephrase, they were all boys. I felt the box move as someone jumped in making me wince in pain.

"Come on out Greenie, we ain't gonna hurt ya," the boy who was now in the box said.

He made his way over to me in the corner and paused when he saw me. His face was wide as if he was in shock.

"Bloody hell," he said with a unique British accent.

"What is it Newt?" a deep voice sounded from above.

"It's a girl." Gasps were heard from above. I was really panicking now and could hardly breathe so I tried to speak.

"I…I..." I attempted to say in between breaths. Newt snapped out of gaze and kneeled down beside me making me instantly back away.

"It's alright," he said putting his hands out in front of him. "That's a nasty cut you have there." He was referring to the bloody cut on my forehead which my hands where still clasped to.

"I…can't…breathe," I finally managed to get out, my breathing uneven. Newt immediately rushed to my side steading me as I collapsed in a limp state.

"Woah, hang in there greenie. Jeff? Clint? What's happening? Why can't she breathe?" He asked above whilst lifting me out of the box.

"Panic…attack…" I mumbled unaware if anyone could hear me. I felt arms grab me and lay me on the grass, I could see a dull grey colour surrounding me before my view was blocked out by concerned boys.

"Everyone back off!" the deep voice sounds again. He must be their leader. The blonde boy who was in the box with me, Newt, was by my side again a look of worry spread across his face.

"I don't know," one of the boys beside him replied.

"There must be something we can do!" Newt yelled as my breathing was becoming shorter and shorter. "Hang in there greenie alright?"

"My…names…Brooklyn," I managed to choke out.

"Okay, Brooklyn? Just look at me and take deep breaths in and out," Newt instructed. I tried and failed, so in one last burst of energy I pushed the note into his hand and collapsed on the grass.

I wake up on a bed in an unfamiliar room. I try to sit up but my head is killing me so I fall back down, grasping my skull.

"Hey. You're awake."
I turn to see the familiar mop of blonde hair come my way.

"How are ya feeling?" he asks.

"Alright I guess, my head kills but-" I didn't get to finish as a wave of nausea comes over me, consequently making me run over to the nearest potted plant and throw up. Newt isn't far behind, holding up my hair as I vomit the little contents of my stomach out.

"Ugh," I groan turning around to lean on the wall once I was done. "I wonder where that came from," I stated as I genuinely had no clue.

"Hm," Newt mumbled as he helped me up. He looked as if he wasn't telling me something.

"Do you know something I don't?" I asked.

"Let's get you something to eat you must be hungry," he replied completely ignoring my question. I was about to reply but my stomach answered for me as it rumbled loudly.

"Okay."

We walked over to the kitchen and the guy in charge, Frypan I think his name was, gave me a sandwich. Even though it looked like something taken out the trash it tasted divine. I was just about finished when a boy came over and sat beside me and Newt.

"You alright Alby?" Newt asked him.

He grumbled a response before turning to me.

"So greenie, I'm Alby. I guess you could call me the shuck leader of this place, no one ain't been here longer than me. Anyways how are ya feeling?"
"I've already told Newt, I'm fine," I responded annoyed that they kept asking me and confused at this strange language they use.

"I've just got a few questions for ya, is that alright?" Alby asked in his gruff voice.

"Sure, go ahead." I could see Newt eyeing me with a look of concern and awe.

"Do you remember anything from your past life? Anything at all?"

I had forgotten all about my memory lost in the busy hour that I've been away. The fear that grabbed me in the box comes back like a bolt of lightning. Newt must've seen my face drop as he looks at me and says, "It's alright greenie, no one remembers anything but their name."

"But why can't I remember anything?" I feel myself staring to get panicked again, but before it can fully take hold of my body, I gasp and run to the nearest bush, throwing up the recently eaten sandwich. I fall to the floor, exhausted and tired of not knowing what's going on. Newt and Alby reach me on the floor, helping me to regain my composure, both giving me odd stares.

"What is going on?" I ask mainly to myself, leaning on Newt for support. The two boy's exchange glances and I see Alby give a slight nod. Newt clears his throat before he starts.

"Do you remember having a note in your hand when you came up in the box?" he asked me.

I nodded, "yes, but I couldn't read it as it was so dark."

"Well, before you collapsed you put it in my hands. We read it and well…" he stumbled upon his words, not knowing what to say. "Here it is."

He hands me the crumpled piece of paper and I read it, almost falling over if Newt wasn't still holding me.

Brooklyn here is pregnant. I had to protect her and had no choice but to send her up in the box. The creators were going to take her child away from her for experiments. Please protect them both, as I may not be able to do it any longer. Let Brooke know I'm sorry for doing this and I love her.

Her brother James.

I can feel the tears finally spilling over the edge of my eyes. I can't hold it in any longer and I crumple to the floor sobbing. Newt leans down and rubs my back in an attempt to comfort me, but I leap into his arms and sob into his shirt. I feel his strong arms stiffen at my sudden embrace but relax has he holds me in a firm, protective grip.

"Shh," he says. "It's okay." He repeats this over and over as I try to calm down.

Hello! So this is my first fanfiction and I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think and review.

Thank you for reading!

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