Chapter 2

Taylor's vision seemed black and white as she opened her eyes. The first things she noticed was pain like a sledgehammer hammering her head and the Asian kid hovering over her.

"Ugh…."

"Feeling good?" the Asian boy smirked. "They just finished the stitches on her head."

"Minho, she awake?" a voice called. Minho…? That sounds familiar… Taylor didn't hear the answer to the question, blackness pulled her back under.

…

There was a soft buzz in Taylor's ears as her eyes fluttered opened. Slowly, she heard the soft buzz take words. Kill. Kill. Kill.

"Wha..?" her voice slurred, but the buzzing words stopped immediately. Everything seemed muddled and blurred.

"She's awake!" a voice yelled, and Taylor winced at the loud sound. A guy peered down at her,

"Hey. Can you hear me?" Taylor groaned, but nodded her head. "You've got a small concussion. Loud noises and bright lights will bother you for a few more days. Oh, and terrible headaches won't be unusual." The boy said.

"Jeff! How's she?" The guy, Jeff, turned to talk to someone out of Taylor's field of vision.

"Small concussion…. Her head needed stitches, but in all, not the worst. I would be careful though. Might not want to work her to hard Alby." He answered. There was a loud clatter of something big and heavy being dropped. Taylor winced. Both Alby and Jeff turned sharply towards the sound.

"Chuck! Be more careful!" Someone else said. Newt? Taylor wondered. She groaned, and hoisted herself up on her elbows. Her vision sharpened, but her headache worsened. She scanned the room. Alby, Jeff, Newt, the Asian….was Minho his name? And that would make that kid…Chuck? Taylor listed in her head.

"How long have I been out?" she asked to no one in particular. Newt looked to Alby, and Alby looked to Jeff, but Jeff was busy getting Taylor a cup of water, so Minho answered.

"Bout' four days green bean." She glanced at him and then got a clearer look at him. When she finally did, her mind went on a downspin. I know him…. Taylor had definably seen him before. He was muscular with jet-black hair that somehow stuck up perfectly. He had olive colored skin, looked about 17, hovered a few inches above Newt, and was stunningly handsome. He had dirt smudges on his face, but instead of "smudging" his appearance, it made him look so….sexy. Wait. Taylor, what are you thinking? You don't know him! Right? Minho smirked and raised an eyebrow, almost as if he could sense her thoughts.

"Four days?" she repeated dumbly, not knowing what else to say. He nodded. Taylor groaned again, and ran her hand through her soft but tangled hair, out of habit.

"Careful greenie, might open those stitches." Alby warned.

"I have a name, and it's not Greenie." She snapped, already not really liking the guy, though like some of the others, he looked vaguely familiar. Alby looked surprised, but said something she hadn't expected,

"You remember?" How does he know I'm suffering from amnesia? She regarded him with caution.

"Yeah."

"And that is…?" Minho asked.

"Taylor." She muttered. Jeff handed her a cup of water.

"How do you feel?" Jeff asked with concern.

"Like shit." She said between sips. She handed the cup back, and then looked at Newt to see an odd look in his eyes as he looked back at her, she ignored it. "You said you guys weren't planning on hurting me." Taylor accused. "Unless a concussion isn't what you guys call 'hurt'." Newt sighed.

"Well, sweetie, we weren't planning on Gally giving you a concussion. Besides, according to Jeff, the you actually had a really small concussion before, with the head gash and all, but Gally's…. act, lets say, just made it worse." That accent!… Why is it so familiar? Taylor pondered, but responded with,

"Names Taylor. Not sweetie or greenie. Or Green bean." She looked pointedly at Minho. He chuckled.

"Okay Tay."

"Boys." Taylor muttered so softly that only Jeff heard her. He chuckled.

"We'll be having a gathering tonight that will be mandatory for you to join." Alby looked at her, almost as if estimating what she could do. "I'm not sure many of the other's will be willing to have a girl to look after." Taylor flushed. She opened her mouth to say something about how she didn't need to be looked after, but Newt interrupted her.

"I'm not sure I trust her with some of the shanks out there." He said, a little protectively. Minho nodded his agreement. Taylor tilted her head at Newt's vocabulary. Minho took note and quickly explained.

"Glader vocab." That made her more confused. Glader? "Your in the glade. We call ourselves Gladers." He explained further. Taylor smirked.

"How original."

"Slim it. It took us a long time to come up with the name." He replied defensively.

"Back to the point, Minho. We'll make some new rules for you, greenie, just to make sure none of the shanks… try anything." Taylor sighed at her new nickname.

"Great." She said, "I can't wait."

"Well, isn't Miss Sunshine all enthusiastic." Minho chided.

"Well, isn't Mister Annoying Asian becoming a wee-bit aggravating." She shot back. Newt chuckled and Alby sighed in annoyance and she turned on him, "As for you, mister, you look like the one in charge here. Why don't you try to explain why, and how, I got here, the Glade, wherever that is. How you know about my not remembering anything, an-"

"We can't answer that now, sweetie." Newt answered. Taylor scowled, partially because of the answer, partially because of the new nicknames she was getting.

"What do you mean you can't answer that?" Alby stared at her, and she swore she could feel the gaze burning into her brain, reading her mind.

"I'll tell you some now, something I don't normally do. You're in the glade, as Minho said. Outside the walls you tried to run out of is the maze." Taylor tilted her head in question, but didn't interrupt, which Alby was grateful for. "No one goes into the maze except the runners. You don't want to go into the maze, there are things in there that can and will kill you. Don't be surprised if you can't remember anything. No one could in the beginning, and still can't now, unless…. what ever. There are three rules here. 1.) Never hurt another Glader. 2.) Don't go into the maze unless you're a runner. And 3.) Do your work. That's about it." A loud bell that echoed loudly through Taylor's brain, making her wince rang. Newt looked at her with concern. Minho, who hadn't noticed Taylor's discomfort, announced rather loudly, and happily,

"Chow time!"