A/N: Hello everybody!

So here I am deciding to join in on writing fanfaction.

I've never written anything before in my life, besides my diary, so please bear with me?

I just thought it would be fun to try this out and see if I could make anyone happy with it. (Or at least less bored since they would have something to read)

I decided to write for Maze Runner since I have been obsessed by it for the last couple of months.

Chapter One.

"No, let go of me!"

Two guards were restraining me and were dragging me along a white hallway. I tried to get out of their grip but they were too strong.

"Don't do this to her, let her go!"

A girl at the other end of the hallway was being restrained by two other guards. Her eyes were watery and she was screaming her lungs out just like I was doing.

"Teresa! Don't let them do this to me!" I cried out as the guards kept dragging me down the hall. I tried to punch one guard in his side but he grabbed my arm tighter, I was sure it would leave me with a big bruise. Teresa gave up fighting, the tired look on her face full of defeat. Her eyes were full with tears when she looked straight at me. "Please don't forget me, Lizzy." Tears were streaming down my face, as the guards pulled me away from the hallway and forced me to leave behind my dearest friend.

The guards shoved me inside a room and forced me onto a bed, I kept kicking and fighting them, and I was sure I bit one in his arm. That didn't sit too well with the guard and he smacked me hard across the face. They secured me onto the bed with a few straps so I couldn't move anymore. I was trapped. A blonde haired woman came into my sight as she got closer and hovered over me. "Please stop fighting us, Elisabeth. You knew this was necessary. Don't make it any harder than it has to be." She lovingly stroked my cheek as I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand to look at her anymore. "Sedate her, let's get her ready."

A loud alarm interrupted my dream and scared the shit out of me. My eyes shot wide open en my whole body shot up from the ground. What just happened? Images from my dream were fading away and I couldn't seem to get a hold of them anymore. Teresa. Why was that name so familiar, and why did it seem to hurt so much thinking about that name. I couldn't remember the face off the girl in my dream anymore, as the dream was drifting far away from me in my mind.

I pushed myself off the ground I was sitting on. The alarm that woke me up had stopped but the sound was now being replaced by scraping metal as the space I was in was moving. The motion caused me to be unstable so I grabbed on to the wall. It was a rusty metal fence that seemed to be totally surrounding me. Where the hell am I? And what the hell had happened to me? My body was hurting all over and I noticed my bare arms being all bruised up. I couldn't remember how those got there. I was wearing an ugly green colored tank top that looked like I had been wearing it for 3 weeks. My jeans were also in bad condition, it was ripped in several places and dirty from the rusty floor I was laying on before. It was dark in here, the only light coming from above.

I slammed my hands against the metal a few times. "Hello?! Is anybody there?!" I started screaming but got no response. The space I was in was hot and moist, causing me to have little droplets of sweat running down my body. When I looked up I noticed there was a ceiling closing in. I thought I was going to smash right into it but the space I was in started to slow down. What the hell was going to happen now? I started moving around trying to get a better look when I suddenly heard voices coming from above.

"The box is late today, guys. Wonder what kind of slinthead they sent us this time."

"Wonder what the greenie will look like."

"Why? Are you hoping for a pretty boy?"

I heard people laughing at the last remark. Slinthead? What the hell is a slinthead, and who are those people outside. The box, as they called it, came to a sudden halt which made me lose my balance and landed me flat on my butt. Ouch, the fall made my sore muscles hurt more than my probably now bruised butt.

"Let's open the box, boys."

After I heard someone say that the ceiling opened up and I was greeted by a shitload of sunshine. I turned my head away from the light and put my arm in front of my eyes. I hadn't even noticed just how dark the box was. I slowly let my arm down so that my eyes could adjust to the light.

"Shuck, the dude has some long hair."

I heard someone say and I turned around to see who was talking. I was shocked to see a bunch of boys standing and looking down at me.

"Where the hell am I?" I blurted out. One of the boys responded but not with an answer.

"Holy klunk, it's a girl."