01; newbie
Allison.
She began her new life in a small contained cage, it seems like. When she sat up from where she was laying, she gasped. Almost as if she had just been underwater and she swam up to the surface to take in air once again. She looked around, taking in the boxes that were stacked atop of each other. She stood up, stretching her back and cracking her bones.
She was in the middle of the cage now, what was her first thoughts? Where the hell am I? Who am I? But of course, she couldn't develop those thoughts. Why? Because she couldn't feel anything. Sure she could feel the cold metal of the box, the ground beneath her shaking, and the nausea hitting her. But could she be scared? Could she feel the nervousness that was banging on her walls to let it go? No. But she wanted to, she just didn't know how.
Now that she was fully aware of her surroundings, her mind took the time to think. She had no memory of anything whatsoever, how she got into this cage-like contraption that seemed to be moving upward at a fast rate. The only thing she did remember was how to fight; how to maneuver a knife in her hand, shoot an arrow, and fist-fight. Oddly enough, there was a knife placed perfectly on one of the crates.
She moved towards the knife, taking the object in her hands; flinching at the cool metal. And just as she touched the weapon, she remembered something.
Allison. My name is Allison, she thought. What an odd name for such a pretty girl, no?
She calmly made her way to a corner, knife in hand, sitting down criss cross. Minutes passed, hours, days it seemed like. Although it really was only a few hours, Murphy felt like it was much longer. Then suddenly, red lights started flashing, an alarm sounded and the cage like elevator stopped, leaving Allison wondering.
Allison moved to go in the middle, but she stopped herself from doing so once the cage opened up; letting light and chatter into the once silent dark space.
"Where's the green bean?"
"Greeenieee, where are ya?"
"Shuck, I don't think they sent anyone up."
"Slim it, shuck-faces!"
You'd expect her to be frightened by the strange voices, different slang. But no, she was more curious than scared. Allison heard a loud thump along with a rattle of the cage, signaling that someone was now in the cage with her.
A tall muscular boy, who looked quite Asian if she may add, spotted her. He smiled, "Found him!" His eyes then flickered back to Murphy, scanning her more. His eyes widened. "Hey, you're not a him." He said, his eyes found her chest. "Yeah, you're definitely not a him."
"Eyes up here, chinky." She said. He let out a loud laugh once she called him that.
"What is it, Minho?" A voice called from above.
"It's a girl!" Minho replied, eyes still trained on Murphy. They soon traveled to the knife in her hand and a smirk found its way on his face.
"Why don't you put the knife down. Before you hurt yourself." Murphy smirked.
"Why don't you move to the side and clear a path before you get hurt." strings of 'oh's' erupted, causing Allison to smirk.
He moved his hand to grab at the knife. "Listen, sweetche-" Allison lifted her arm, blocking herself. While doing so, she grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back and shoving him against the wall. Minho groaned at the now throbbing pain in his arm.
"Why don't you move out my way, sweetcheeks." She retorted, putting more sass on the word 'sweetcheeks'.
Laughter erupted, Minho surprised Allison by laughing too. Allison's forehead creased, "Why the hell are you all laughing?" Allison exclaimed.
"Because Minho got his arse kicked by a bloody girl!" an accented voice yelled from above. The voice caused Allison to shiver. She'd heard that voice before. But from where she heard it was the real question.
The box shook slightly, causing Allison to jump away from Minho.
Get out of there, Alli.
She gasped, who had said that? A feminine voice. Again, it sounded all too familiar to Allison. Allison would think about it later, but right now she chose to listen to the voice. A rope was thrown down with a loop on the end of it. Allison wanted to grab it.
Climb up on your own. Show them what you're made of, show them not to mess with you.
Allison pushed the rope to the boy named Minho and grabbed at the cage's walls, placing her foot securely in each little hole. Swiftly, she made her way up to the top in no time. Minho's eyes widened in amazement, before grabbing the rope and placing his foot in the hold.
He was good at running, not climbing.
All the boys stared at her with curiosity. Her clothes were much different from theirs. Instead of the same baggy, dirty green and white colored clothes they were given, she was dressed in all black; a black tank-top, skin tight black leggings, and black combat boots. It was all too strange for them.
Allison's curious eyes traveled everywhere, scanning the place. There were walls surrounding her, large stone walls. What peaked her interest wasn't the walls that surrounded the place, but the opening in the middle of it. Her head cocked to the side with furrowed eyebrows, she dropped the knife and slowly walked her way to the opening; never once taking her eyes off of it.
Nobody stopped her. IN fact, they cleared a path for her; almost afraid of her.
Don't go over there, Alli. Not yet.
Allison stopped in her tracks. Almost like a robot, she turned back to the boys.
"Well?" She questioned, placing both hands on her hips. "Aren't you gonna tell me where I am?"