Hello everyone! Here's the next chapter of "Fearless Runner"! Hope you enjoy!

"Nice to meet ya, shank," the boy said. "Welcome to the Glade."

Hearing those words somehow, triggered something in Tobias. He got up on his own, oblivious to the outstretched hands around him. As the sun penetrated his vision, he staggered a bit. Curiosity was running through him like blood, somehow, he managed to piece together his surroundings. Boys stood there staring at him, most sniggering. Tobias new close to nothing about himself, but he knew this, he is not the type of person that allows himself to be stepped on. As one of the boys attempts to poke him in the arm, he grabs it without even thinking, as though it was a natural reflex. He turns his head to look at the boy, his eyes have gone wide.

"Do you want to keep that finger?" Tobias asks quietly. His voice is deep; it frightens him that he doesn't recognise it as his own. The boy nods, "Than if I were you, I wouldn't do that again." He lets go.

"Well look at that," a different boy says, "first time a Greenie stood up to us." Several boys snigger. Tobias ignores the boys comment and looks around.

"Slim it Gally, at least he didn't wet his pants like you did." The boy, Gally, doesn't say another word. It looks as though there are at least fifty boys, all varying in age, colour and height.

"Where am I?" Tobias asked eyeing the 100 metre high cement walls that made a perfect square around what resembled a massive courtyard in which they stood.

"Nowhere good." A boy with dark skin replies, the same one that greeted him. "Usually we have to tell greenies like you to slim it," he continues, "guess this time is different."

"Which Keeper's he gonna get." A boy with a shrill voice asks.

"My guess is a Slopper." A boy replies, a few laugh as though he just said something hilarious. Chatter break out among the boys and the boy with dark skin speaks up, "Keep yapping and your next break will be cut in half." He must be their leader. Tobias thought to himself. The boy wore a permanent scowl, but other than that he looked like any average teenage boy, hair cut short and face cleanly shaven.

"It's a long story shank. Piece by piece you'll learn. I'll be taking you on the Tour tomorrow. Till then… just don't brake anything." He held a hand out. "Names Alby." He waited with his hand outstretched, but Tobias wasn't quick to take it. But he then realised that where ever he was, he needed 'friends'. He extended his hand and said, "Tobias." He shook once and let go. For some reason it felt strange to him.

"The box came late today so there's no time for the Tour, we'll do it tomorrow after the wake up, Good that?" Tobias only nodded. Shank. Slopper. Greenie. These and other words rattled his brain as he had no idea what they meant. Yet, all the boys spoke it as if it were a part of normal language. He turned towards another boy. "Get him a bed, and to sleep."

"Good that." The boy turned to Tobias. He had blond hair that cascaded over his shoulders slightly. He extended his hand, "My names Newt." Tobias shook it, again feeling awkward. Alby began to speak once more, "Look, none of us new jack on the first day, but in a few weeks we were happy and helpin', you too." Tobias tried to hind the sinking feeling in his stomach. "Wait, you didn't remember anything?" Tobias asks, looking at Alby and the crowd.

Alby and a few other boys shook their heads, "No," Alby spoke up, "Do you?" At first Tobias planned on saying 'no', but then he realised that maybe they could help him somehow. And later on if they discovered that was a lie, they could think he was up to something. Tobias didn't respond, instead he went and sat by a tree, giving his sore legs and back a rest. Alby's eyes slightly widened, "Everybody clear out!" Alby yelled out, "Newt, stay here." Newt nodded his head still looking at Tobias as if he were insane. All the boys did as they were told, but they all continued to talk to each other.

"Spit it out Greenie, what do you remember." Alby says, almost as though he is angry. Tobias glared at him, "I haven't done anything wrong." He said in a low voice, "It isn't even anything major."

"Tobias," Newt said. He turned to face him, "Just tell us."

He sighed, "A girl. I think her name was Tris."

"Do you know what she was to you?" Newt asked. Tobias pushed past the annoyance that he had called her a what. "I think she might have been my girlfriend." is all he says.

"Why do you think that?" Tobias feels his face redden and he looks away.

"I have some memories."

"By the looks of that blush it looks like it was more than kissing." Alby says. Tobias gives him a hard glare. He puts his hands up in defence. "Do you remember anything else, anything at all?"

"I told you that's all there was." Tobias replied, "Like I said, it's nothing important."

"What do you think it means?" Newt asks Alby.

The leader looks at the ground, "I don't know. I do know this; it doesn't seem too serious at the moment. Just keep it quiet for the time being. Got it?" Tobias nodded. And with that Alby took off to a wooden building in the corner of the court yard. Tobias sat there replaying everything that had happened to him so far. In the end only one question was lodged into his mind; why did they put me in here?

"Who knows?" Newt says. Tobias hadn't realised he said that out loud. "But look, Toby- is it alright if I call you that, its quicker and easier that Tobias?" The name made him feel like a little boy.

"Umm, no." Tobias said. "Just call me…" For some reason a number came to mind, "Four." The boy looked at him in confusion. All he did was shrug his shoulders. "It sounds like I know it as a name- and obviously a number." He added when Newt still looked confused.

"Four it is." Newt responded. He clapped his left hand on Tobias' shoulder, "What you're feelin', we've all felt it. Things are bad, I'm not going to mess around with you like some people would. Soon enough things will start to look up, and I can tell you're not a bloody sissy, heck, I think everyone got that." Tobias rolled his eyes; so far the only decent person he met in here was Newt. "Chuck'll be a good fit for ya." Newt continued, "Wee little fat shank, but he's alright. We're guessing he's only about thirteen though. I'll go fetch him for ya." As soon as Newt is finished, a scream of pure terror rips through the yard. Tobias felt his blood run cold and his body tense. He scanned for its source; the boy was in the wooden hut, the same one Alby had entered moments ago. Newt, who had even jumped a little when he heard the scream, let out a sigh and lightly kicked the other boy's foot. "Go and find Chuckie boy, tell him he's in charge of your sleeping arrangements." Then he took off running towards the slanted building. When he was a few metres he yelled out, "Stop scowling, you look like Alby." Not even realising he was scowling, Tobias relaxed his face. He obviously didn't know much about himself, but one thing was clear from the beginning, he wasn't a very happy person. And to be honest, this day wasn't making that any better.