Thanks for all the reviews. For that here is another chapter. I think I will post two chapters a day instead of one now so here is Chapter 4. I don't own most of the characters. James Dashner does.
I awoke to the sound of screeching metal. It was almost pitch black and I scrambled to get up before getting flung into something hard. As the darkness adjusted to my eyes, I saw the words WICKED stamped across the box and some shoes and clothes peeking out from it. Wait a minute, is that guys underwear? I thought I must be going crazy and I started to think where I was. As I racked through my brain, I realized something was not right. I could only remember my name : Diana but that was it. I couldn't remember my past, where I had come from and what I was even doing here.
The metal box started to go up higher and faster and I braced myself against the metal. "Hey! Someone help me!" I screamed as the Box moved faster and faster. My heart raced as it came to a jerking halt. I was thrown back onto the floor and I lay there in the dark for a while. Then a pair of metal doors screeched open and light poured in like a curtain had been drawn.
I threw up my arm to shield my face from the sun and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I heard some people coming closer and some whistles. "Well, shuck me down. Is this real?" A boy said and another boy answered, "Yeah shank. This is shucking real." Shuck? Shank? Are those even words? As I opened my eyes, I saw a group of boys, around twenty of them gathered around the box and gaping at me like I was something rare. Maybe I was because as far I could tell. There were no girls among this group.
Just then a guy came close. "Get your shuck faced faces away. Get back to work," he said and as I looked up, I saw a guys with sandy hair. His brown eyes looked at me with curiosity before extending a hand to me . "Well, you want to be here the whole bloody day, be my guest," he said, his voice thick with an English accent. I grabbed his arm and he pulled me out. I landed on my knees and coughed a little. "Hey there, Greenie. You okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," I said as I looked around.
The whole area was like a big farm. Boys were milling about, doing things like gardening, cutting wood and stuff people normally do on a farm. I heard the sound of a pig squealing before it came to a sharp halt. "That would be the poor soul at the blood house. Well,how else would we get our meat?" The boy said as he saw me stiffened. "Name's Newt," he said and I wondered what a weird name he had. "Diana," I said and he shook my hand. I didn't know why but something behind my mind was telling me that I know him from somewhere.
"Do I know you?" I blurted out suddenly and he laughed. "Well, if I do wouldn't I have already called you or something?" He said. I blushed a little but that little voice still tickled behind my mind. "Well, greenbean, welcome to the Glade, your new home," he said and he threw his arms wide open like he was expecting applause. As I look around closely, I realized that the Glade was surrounded by four large walls which were wide open, leading out to some paths outside.
"Is it just me or are those walls?" I asked. "Yeah, you're bloody right about that. They keep us in here," Newt said. "Well, better not go into that yet. Let me give you the tour," he said before I could ask what the walls do. He started off towards the barn and I hurried after him. I was clad in a black shirt and cargo pants along with black boots. I think I must look like a marine or something. Again, I wondered how I knew what a marine was but not even remember my own past. "This is the blood house, " Newt said and as we entered, the smell of fresh blood filled my nostrils. I saw some boys gutting up the pig I must have heard getting slaughtered earlier and they looked up and looked at me with surprise.
"Am I dreaming?" one of them said and the other punched him hard in the arm. "Shut you klunk, Max. You never seen a girl before?" The boy said and Max snorted. "Well, when was the last time you saw a girl, Winston?" he demanded and Winston rolled his eyes. He got up and rubbed his blood stained hands on his already blood stained pants before extending one to me. "I'm Winston. Keeper of the Slicers and proud manager of the Blood house," he said but I hesitated before shaking his hand. The blood was still warm and slick. "Well, I think it's best we get going," Newt said and he led me outside to a hose where I quickly washed my hands.
"He's a good guy. Just don't go near him when he is dealing with the animals," Newt said. "Over there is the gardens," he continued, extending his hand to an area filled with corns and even some watermelons. All kinds of vegetables were growing there. Some apple trees sprouted around and a few boys were busy plucking them and tossing them into baskets. "There we have the deadheads," Newt said, gesturing to an area of trees that lead all the way to one corner of the enclosure. "Deadheads?" I asked and he grinned. "Well, sounds better then a graveyard," he said and I gulped. People died here?
"And there is the kitchen and over there is your new home. May I present to you the a Homestead," Newt said as he led me over to a ramshackled building and pushed the door open. Inside sleeping bags were rolled up neatly in the corners with pillows and there was a set of stairs leading up to a medical bay and more sleeping areas. "Since you're the only girl here, we might have to shift some people around and stuff," he said and I stopped. "Wait, I'm the only girl?" I asked and he nodded. "The one and only. Most of us have never seen a girl since we came here," he said and I asked, "And when was that?" I asked and he smiled grimly. "Two and a half years," he said.
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