A/N: Hola mi amigos! Here's the fourth chapter of my story, and trust me, stuff's gonna start happening real soon. The story will stay the same, but will be from Aidan and Kyra's POV, not Thomas'. Reviews motivate me to go on, so please please please review! And once again, a big thank you to whoever's favourite-ed this, it means a lot to me, it really does. :')
Oh and one more thing. After a lot of debate in m mind, I decided to make Newt look like Thomas Brodie-Sangster.
Disclaimer:
I don't own TMR. I do own Aidan, Kyra, Lee and all my other OCs. The rest belongs to the great mind of James Dashner.
I woke up shrieking and gasping, but I couldn't remember why. I was in a bed, with white sheets covering me. I tossed the covers around, screaming until my throat hurt, when suddenly, water splashed onto my face, effectively shutting me up.
A boy stood in the corner of the hut (that's what I assumed it was), holding an empty glass, a shocked expression on his face, pressing his back against the wall. My guess was that he'd gotten so surprised when I had woken up the way I had, that out of shock and desperation, he'd seen fit to splash water onto my face.
"What… how?" he stammered, then turned to the door and yelled, " Alby! Minho! Drag your buggin bottoms in here! The bloody greenie's awake!"
Greenie?that word seemed strangely foreign to me, but I had bigger things to worry about than vocabulary, at the moment.
"OI!" I yelled out. The boy to face me, as though he hadn't expected me to talk just yet. "Where in DEVIL'S name am I? Why can't I remember anything? ANSWER!"
He scowled at me. "Shut your hole greenie. We'll explain everything."
I wasn't about to wait around for answers with a strange boy, so I jumped out of bed in an attempt to get out. It failed miserably when the boy grabbed me from behind and shoved me back on to the bed. For someone who looked deprived of food, he was awfully strong. But of course, it mustn't have been very difficult, as I wasn't very big myself.
"Listen." His voice was suddenly calming and soft. " We'll explain everything. Just calm down alright? Patience."
Just then, a few people burst into the room, followed by a familiar face, one I hadn't expected to see here.
"Aidan!" I ran up to my brother and threw my arms around him. He felt my face, and grinned. "Kyra!"
He laughed and hugged me back.
The annoying boy cleared his throat, and spoke with that funny accent of his. "Hey!" I stepped away from Aidan and scowled at him. He ignored me and fixed his eyes on my brother. "How come the greenie recognizes ya?"
Aidan seemed uncertain, but he replied just as well, "I'm her brother."
This apparently was a new incident, because all of the others looked confused. "You remember something kid?" a dark skinned boy asked. He spoke with a note of authority, and seemed to be the leader of this place, whatever it was. "I don't remember anything. Just that she's my sister. Nothing else. I swear." Aidan said. The boy must've realized Aidan was telling the truth, because he nodded and said, "Fine. I believe you, kid." Aidan looked relieved, but I felt confused. "Wait, so that means I ain't the only one with no memory?" I looked around bewildered, "Will somebody do me the honor of explaining what the HELL is going on here?"
The dark-skinned boy stepped up to me, looking sympathetic. He was a few inches taller than me, and a few inches shorter than the other boys. He held out a hand, and I shook it. "I'm Alby" he said. I nodded, "Kyra."
"Kyra, I don't think I can explain our situation without taking you outside. Come outside, and I'll show you." He started towards the door, and I followed him.
When I stepped outside, I caught my breath. I stood in a place the size of several football fields, the ground made of green grass. To my left, a good twenty yards away, a jungle rose. People were milling about, doing their regular business. Some were working in the garden, some were simply walking around. Before I could take in everything, Alby spoke up again.
"This is the glade. That's our name for it. In a very brief introduction, I can tell you that we have several jobs here, that of slicers, med-jacks, track-hoes, runners, baggers, sloppers et cetera. You don't need to know everything at the moment." He took a deep breath and continued, " where you were kept, that's the homestead. To your left is the Jungle, and over there is our 'farm'" he said, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "now, as to how you got here, well, that's a bit more complicated." He looked at me, and I nodded, to show that I was following.
"Every month, a new kid is sent up. We call 'em greennies. This month, that was Thomas. We all came up the same way. No memory, none whatsoever. We organized ourselves, and set up our little home. We grow our own food, we build our own shelter. This," he swept a hand in an arc, gesturing towards the entire glade, " is all we have. We worked hard for it."
"However, now things are different. Usually we get one greenie a month, but this month, we get four greenies, in a week itself. It seems that the shuck Creators are getting desperate."
"Desperate? For what?" I asked.
Alby pointed to the walls, which surrounded the entire glade. Each wall was huge and towered over the glade. The surrounded the place in the form of a square, four walls, each with an opening that ran the entire length of the wall itself. I couldn't see outside, but I figured the reason for building walls this massive must not be good.
"Out there, is the Maze." Alby told me. I looked at him, unsure of what I'd heard. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me right. Out there, is a gigantic Maze, which apparently we're supposed to solve, in order to get home. At least, that's what we think."
"So, have you solved it?" I asked stupidly.
The blond boy laughed. "You think we'd be having this bloody conversation if we had?"
"We have been looking for solution for two years Kyra, and so far, we haven't found any. Every morning, when the doors open, the runner go out and look for a way, and every night, come back with nothing. But we haven't given up hope. We're still trying. And now we think the creators are getting impatient, and want us to solve this fast."
I soaked this up. I decided not to ask how, defying all laws of physics, perfectly stationary walls could close, because moving walls was the leastbizarre thing about this place.
"So," I asked instead, "I suppose you're saying we're trapped here."
The third boy spoke this time, " Yeah. Pretty much. But we'll find a way out. I can bet any shuck thing on that." I turned to face him. He had well muscled arms, and looked Asian, with what seemed like a permanent smirk plastered to his face. "The name's Minho greenie. I'm keeper of the runners. We go out into the maze every day, looking for a way out. So far we haven't found one, but I know we'll find one soon. Then we can all go back to our homes and live happily ever after."
I doubted that was going to happen, but I stayed quiet, taking it all in. "Hey, Kyra, c'mon. We still gotta make you an official glader." The blond boy said. I raised my eyebrow at him. "And you are?"
"Newt." he shook my hand, then led me to an area of one of the huge walls. I looked closely, and realized names were etched onto the stone. But some names, unlike most others were crossed out. "What happened to those people?" I asked, pointing to one of the scratched out names. Newt's face darkened and he softly said, "We lost a lot of people Kyra." He looked at me, "but this?" he pointed to the wall, "This is all we have. It's our family."
I had no idea how to respond to that, so I simply nodded. I looked at Newt properly for the first time. He had warm brown eyes, and a nice smile. He was thin, but tall, easily a good five inches taller than me. His blond hair swept over his eyes, giving him a boyish look. He wasn't bad looking.
Minho handed me a dagger, and gestured towards the wall. I stepped up to it, and began etching my name onto the surface. When I was satisfied with my work, I stepped back. "ta da!"
Minho laughed, "Give the knife to your brother, while I go find Lee."
Aidan had been standing so quietly, that I'd almost forgotten he was there. I handed him the dagger, and he stood in front of the wall, feeling the surface with his palm, looking for an empty spot. His hand felt Newt's name, then mine, and he softly smiled. I hadn't realized I'd written my name right beside Newt's. Finally, he felt an empty spot, next to a certain 'Jeff', and began scratching his name. In spite of being blind, he wrote a beautiful 'AIDAN'.
"Ahoy mi amigos!" a girl ran up to us, tailed by Minho. She was cute, in a tomboy-ish way, with pixie-cut black hair and bright green eyes. Like Minho, she had a smirk on her features. In fact, if Minho hadn't been Asian, one could have mistaken them for siblings.
She took the dagger from Aidan, and studied it. "Fancy little blade you have there, bro."
Suddenly, her green eyes glazed over as if she'd entered a trance. She raised the dagger high, the blade glinting in the sunlight.
Then, without hesitation, she brought the dagger down hard on her own shoulder, blood splattering all over her brown shirt.
A/N:
Wow. This is the longest chapter I've written so far. I'm really sorry if it's boring, but this was the introduction chapter. I'll try to start the action soon, but we need to let them get settled right? *weak little smile*
I would really like to know what all of you guys think of my story, and all constructive criticism is perfectly welcome! Just please review and tell me what you think! It means a lot to me.
I also wanted to put a little fact out there. I got the idea for the story from 'Memories With Chaos' by TheLittleFirefly, which is a really good story, so you guys can read that too. I'm sorry if this chapter was boring, but I'll try to make things right as the story progresses.
Gracias!
A fellow glader.
