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The Maze Runner - Arrival

It was dark. So dark. Confused, cold and wet I sat up, trying to look around. All was quiet with exception of a box that made weird animals noises.
Feeling around I noticed that the box I was in, was made of some kind of thin metal with holes in it.
Suddenly some sort of alarm started, making lights flash brightly.
Panicked rooted in my body.
Where was I?
Who am I?
Why am I in this box?
Blindly I started hitting the sides of the box over and over again.
"Help! Somebody! Help!" I screamed.
Hitting the wall of the box repeatedly made the skin on my hands split. Realising that no-one would hear me or help me I gave up.
The box jerked upwards and started ascending towards red, flashing, lights real quick.
Covering my ears with my hands, sitting in a corner and squeezing my eyes shut I gave in to the panic. Tears stained my cheeks, blood stained my skin.
After a few minutes the box jerked to a stop, a grinding sound of rusty doors opening reached my ears. Sneaking a peek, my eyes were instantly blinded my sunlight streaming in.
"It's a girl." A British male voice exclaimed.
"We can see that Newt," Another voice dryly said. "Get her out of there."
A boy jumped in the box. The boy had weirdly shaped eyebrows, which made his look angry, but it suited him in some way.
"Alright, day one princess. Rise and shine." He grabbed me by the arms and hauled me up.
In fear I started lashing out, kicking, hitting and screaming for good measure.
"No! Let me go!" I screamed while he tried to climb out of the box.
With me lashing out with my arms and legs he couldn't get higher than one wooden box before having to step back.
"Out of the ways shanks!" He grumbled before throwing me out of the box and onto the ground.
Looking around wildly I scrambled away, while the boys stepped closer to me.
Out of instincts I stood up, turned around and started running to the first exit I saw.
At first the boys started laughing, saying something along the lines of 'we have a runner, boys.'
But the moment they saw that I was running to the open doors that were covered in vines, they started yelling to stop.
'Almost there. I'm almost…' Right in front of the doors a boy tackled me bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry, princess. But we can't let you leave the Glade." A boy whispers in my ears.
He pulls me up and holds me in a iron grip.
"You're a fast one, aren't ya?" A boy with ruffled blond hair and a British accent caught up with us together with the rest of the group.
'So that is Newt?' I thought to myself, still struggling in the other boys arms.
"Minho, put her in the Slammer" A tall, dark skinned boy ordered.
"Wait, Alby. Loosen up! Can't you see she's frightened of us? Why wouldn't she?" Another voice spoke up.
"Rules are rules, Clint. We set them up for a reason." Alby responded and nodded to Minho.
With a deep sigh Minho started dragging me to this supposed "slammer".

…

So here I am, in the slammer. Apparently the "slammer" are separately holes, dug out of the earth with a wooden door in front.
How long I was in now, I don't know. But my panic gradually simmered out till it was almost non-existent.
At first there would be boys walking by, curiously looking into the slammer I was put in.
But now I was alone with only my thoughts.
A shadow suddenly casted over me, blocking the sunlight from the slammers door.
The door slammed open and a boy from earlier, Newt, hopped in with two boys right behind him. One boy, being Minho, and he other I haven't met yet.
Quickly I scrambled back, something that aggravated my scratched up hands even more.
Newt, Minho and the other boy put their hands up.
The latter dropping everything in his arms.
"Calm down, greenie. We just want to bring you some food and take a look at your hands."
Newt slowly comes closer and holds out a piece of bread to me, stopping in the middle of the small slammer.
Tentatively I slowly reached out, eyes flickering between the three boys, before grabbing the bread out of his hands fast.
He grinned softly when I started to nibble on the piece of bread.
"The name's Newt. The grinning shank to my right is Minho and the shank with an armload of bottles and bandages here is Clint." He says with a nod to the shanks on his left and right.
The boy, Clint, was gathering the stuff he dropped the moment he put his hands up in the air.
Minho kept grinning until Newt whacked him on his head.
"Hey! What was that for?" Minho exclaimed.
"Don't do that, you slinthead! You look weird when you are grinning like that." Was the response Minho got.
Softly I chuckled at the bickering boys. But when Clint rolled his eyes and put the two boys on their place I lost it completely.
Immediately the boys stopped what they were doing and looked at me incredulously.
"She's laughing." Newt said.
"Why is she laughing?" Minho whispered.
"Maybe because you two slintheads are squabbling like little girls over nothing." Clint exclaimed dryly.
They all turned to me, suddenly serious.
"Say greenie, do you remember your name?" Newt questioned quietly.
That one question got me to sober up quickly.
Do I remember my name?
For a few minutes I thought about my name, but nothing came up. I couldn't remember my name, I couldn't remember a single thing about my life before I got here.
With the panic increasing again I moved my hands up to press them against my eyes but Clint intercepted my hands. An action that made me scramble away to a corner to cower again.
"Listen greenie, I don't know what you did but you did a number on your hands. Can I take a look at them?" He looked me in the eyes.
Hesitantly I reached out my hands to him. Clint smiled softly before turning my hands so that my palms were facing up.
After cleaning my hands, he bandaged them before letting go.
All the boys smiled softly before their expressions turned a bit sour.
"Look, we obviously didn't get off on the right foot when you came up. But we couldn't just let you ran off into the Maze and kill yourself." Newt started.
"Yeah, sorry I tackled you so hard, slinthead." Minho grimaced.
Newt stood up and put out his hand.
"So, how about we properly introduce you to The Glade properly this time?"
Looking at the outstretched hand, then up at Newt's face and back at his hand I smiled softly before reaching out my own hand.
"Welcome to The Glade."