Hello everyone! Mythlover is back, and I'm here with a new series. The Maze Runner. I've been obsessed with this book series for quite a while now, so I thought I'd do fanfic on it. He's my first fictional crush. It's a big deal. I'm also using a different writing style here, so… Oh, and by the way, this is before Thomas came, at least a few months.
I don't own The Maze Runner, only my OC.
Rumbling. Crashing. Shifting.
The box, or rather, cage, slowly made it's way up. The girl inside woke up. No screaming, just silence. No panic, just peace. She felt around for a moment before discovering a dagger. Putting it into her pocket, she noticed something interesting.
Light. A tiny speck of it, getting larger and larger by the second. She was heading towards light. Possibly even the sky. Possibly even a safe haven. She kept her eyes trained on the speck, even as it got larger, and her eyes started to burn.
There reached a moment when she could see shadows in the light. Shadows meant matter. Meant objects. Possibly meant people. The thought made her wary. They could've been bad people. But the also could've been good. The girl decided to be a pessimist. They could be anything, from saviours to the worst villains she could ever imagine. Prepare for the worst, hope for something… not as bad. But then again, hope was a pricey thing at these times. Who had enough to pay?
As she got closer, the shadows started to define themselves. A difference in shape here, a dash of color there. Not long after, she could see the shadows clearly. They were people. Boys. That was new. She stood up, using the wall to steady herself.
Soon enough, she was there. She could hear some not-so-quiet murmurs from the crowd above. Things such as, "Move over you shuck-faced shank, I want to see!" A rope unraveled itself, the loop at the bottom the perfect size for say, a foot. The girl didn't know if she wanted to use the rope, but she figured that anything would've been better than starving to death in the box, even though she was pretty sure that the other crates in there were filled with food.
She took the rope.
And then, they pulled her up. Unfortunately when she made it up, the foot in the loop slipped, and she scrambled for a hold with her hands. When she was just about to lose her grip, a hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. The girl used her other hand to grab the boy's upper arm, a grip she felt that was used in movies… Though she had no idea how, or even in what movies.
The first thing I saw when I was pulled up were the boy's eyes. Soft, caring. (I'm not going to list the color, because the movies and books are different on that account) Then his dirty blonde hair. Then his face, which admittedly was quite handsome.
She smiled, and as soon as he turned his back on her, whipped out her knife, bringing it around, pressing it against his throat.
Her glare found a dark skinned boy who stood away from the rest. "No one moves, or this one dies. What did you do to me?" What no one realized was that her hand was shaking, that her threat was empty. She was just good at acting.
The guy she'd been staring at narrowed his eyes, matching her glare with one of his own. "You know greenie, one of the rules here is to never harm another glader, even if it's this shank." Even with the aggressive words, he didn't dare to take a step forwards.
The girl smiled crudely. "Well it looks like I chose the right guy to threaten. Important, I guess. She then tilted her head, as if mocking them, and said, "I'm not hurting him, at least not yet. Answer my questions. Where am I? Who are you? What did you do to me? Who am I?"
"Slow down, greenie. You'll get your answers on the tour tomorrow." The boy she was holding her knife against continued. "As for who you are, I assume you know your name, so-"
"-No. I don't know my name."
"That's a first." He sounded confused. "Well, none of us remember anything either, so… we did nothing to you, just put down the knife."
Slowly, she did so. As a result of that, the sandy-haired boy turned to face her. "Thank you," he said. "My name's Newt, and that's Alby. He's the leader. Now, the other bloody shanks are going to get back to work!"
"Hello," he-Alby, said. The girl just crossed her arms.
"Welcome to the glade. Um, sorry about all of the murmurs, and comments, and.. such." He looked pretty embarrassed.
The girl raised her eyebrows. "Murmurs?"
"You didn't notice?" Newt asked. "Huh, must've been distracted by my good looks."
Both the girl and Alby rolled their eyes. "Please," Alby protested, "Your looks are about as charming as klunk on pile of bones."
"You know, I have a question."
Both boys turned to the girl, almost forgetting that she was there.
"Shoot," Alby said.
"Well… Am I supposed to sleep with, er, in the same proximity with the other boys?" You could tell that she was terribly nervous. The thought of it was shudder-worthy, and she was a modest person. At least she thought so.
"No." The two chorused. The greenie girl let out a sigh of relief.
"And good that too," said Newt. "Not all of the shanks here have good intentions."
"Including you?" The girl asked, somewhat teasingly.
"You can be sure about that." Alby cut in. "So if anyone tries to kiss you, touches you in the wrong place, or anything else like that, make sure to tell me. They'll spend at least a day in the Slammer."
At this, the girl paused momentarily. "The Slammer?"
"It'll be covered in the tour." Alby then pointed at Newt with his thumb. "Newt'll be your honored tour guide."
"Great, so… sleeping arrangements?"
Newt thought for a moment. "I'm sure we can get the builders on constructing a few small walls we can put up in the homestead. You'll have your own room. But as of now, you can take my hammock."
The girl laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can take a blanket and sleep out here. I'd hate to be a bother."
"I insist."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Alby shot a glare at both of them, one that blew the girl's first one out of the water. "We've got a spare hammock, you can sleep in that, out here, greenie."
"Sounds good." The girl looked pointedly at Newt.
"What? You're asking the shank with a bloody limp to get a spare hammock for you?"
"You offered your sleeping place to me earlier." The girl started to walk away, looking back at Alby. "So where would that hammock be?"
Alby stared down at the ground. "Newt, lead her to the hammock. It's in the homestead, the storage place." By his grumbling voice, the girl could tell how annoyed he was at her.
Newt made his way past the girl, then looked back. "So are you coming or not?" Quickly, she scrambled to keep up. He was fast, even if he had a limp.
All too soon, it was time for dinner. Except for the fact that the newcomer didn't know anyone, didn't trust anyone, and was terribly shy. So because of that, she spent that time wandering the "Glade."
At the end, she found herself staring up at the walls that surrounded the place. By then the walls had closed, and the glade was securely enclosed. Though from what it was enclosed from, she didn't know. No, all the answers had to wait. Just like their identities. Just like their memories.
"You know, there's this thing that I really enjoy." A voice startled her, causing her to turn around, looking right at Newt's face.
"And what would that be?"
She already felt annoyed, just from the smirk on his face. "Food. It'd be good for you, shank. You're looking pretty thin."
"I'm not hungry." Lie. It was a lie. Total lie. She was starving. Her memory gave no hints as to the last time she ate, but she was sure it was pretty long ago.
Newt scoffed. "Lie. I can tell when someone's word is klunk. You're hungry. Good thing I brought an extra plate then." He held out a plate of food, consisting of what looked like chicken, what looked like rice, and what looked like green beans.
Noticing her hesitation, Newt raised an eyebrow. "Come on, greenie. It's not poison." He sat down beside the girl, holding out the plate.
Narrowing her eyes, the girl took the plate. Started eating. Started liking it. Started noticing how nice Newt was being…
"Enjoying it, greenie?"
"Maybe."
He laughed. "Well then good that. Frypan's 'food' is in high demand. I didn't just wrestle this from the counter for nothing."
She paused, looking up. "Frypan. Interesting name."
"It's not his real one, greenie. What, you think that they'd name someone after a bloody cooking tool?" His eyes were filled with mirth, like he was making fun of her. Because he was. "His real name's Siggy."
"Hmm. Siggy."
Newt leaned back, using his hands for support. "Well, greenie? Are you going to thank me, or not?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't call me greenie."
"Well then, what else am I supposed to call ya? Shank?"
She bristled with anger, but a small part of her felt… something that was unfamiliar. Something different. "No. Just make up a temporary name for me."
"Fine then. Lil-Deli-Lib-Lilith. That's your temporary name."
She tilted her head. It sounded nice, but no way in hell would she admit it. "It'll do."
Newt smiled softly. He knew the meaning under that. "Glad you like it."
She sat down next to Newt. "How long have you been here?"
The look in his eyes was far-away. "Too long."
"How long?"
"A little over two years."
She stayed silent. Two years. Two years, they'd been here. What's to say they wouldn't be in the Glade for two more?
'Lilith' got up. "You should get to sleep. I'm going to."
"Good idea. Farmers do need to get up early." He stood up with her, brushing away dirt from his jeans.
"A gardener, are we?"
"Yup."
"So, see you tomorrow?"
"Yup."
BLAH BLAH BLAH LINEBREAKER BLAH BLAH BLAH
"Wake up, Lilith."
"Wake up."
"It's time for you to go."
"Lilith, don't worry."
"You'll be fine. Just go down there."
"Another variable. That's all."
"Come on Lilith, let's go."
"I'm sorry. You yourself decided this."
"This is for the sake of the human race."
"Ready?"
"1...2...3…-"
She woke up with an earsplitting headache. The words filled her mind and none of it made sense. Only one thought became clear, and there was only one person she wanted to share it with.
"Newt?" She looked down, seeing that the stupid boy had chosen to abandon his spot to sleep on the ground next to her hammock. "Newt. Wake up."
"Hmm?" The boy's eyes were tired, his hair ruffled and messy.
"You were right."
"Bloody hell I was! Wait, what was I right about again?"
"My name. My real name, it's Lilith."
And there we go! The first chapter of whatever I decide to name this story! I hope you liked it, I had a lot of fun writing this. I'll try to update this and Walking the line alternatively. This one week, Walking the Line the next. So yeah… Just hoping I get better with updates.
