Chapter 3 yaaaaaaaaay!
This chapter is sorta long and maybe kinda boring but I tried to include necessary details and put in more dialogue so yea.
Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading
I don't own maze runner, if I did then page 250 in the death cure wouldn't have happened ?
Greenie's POV
Warmth kissed my face in a fuzzy haze of tender light beginning to reach my closed eyes. The red glow from behind my eyelids became increasingly distracting not to mention annoying as seconds ticked by, my mind giving into what seemed like natures' demands and cranking open one eye reluctantly.
My head, propped up on a lumpy pillow, swivelled round slightly as I began to take in the surroundings: a small, slightly open room, made from strips of wood woven together to create walls and a makeshift door, as well as a rickety looking desk lined along the entire expanse of wall to my right, covered in what I assumed to be medical equipment.
Where am I? I question in a mild panic as I realise pretty quickly that I have no recollection of how I got here or who I even am in the first place. Trying to calm my racing heart and now slightly pounding head, I reassure myself that im probably okay. Sure, im in a strange hospital 'room' that looks like its about to collapse at any given moment, but that just calms my earlier panic; i'm sitting in a medical room surrounded by medical equipment- I've probably been involved in an accident, right?
Amnesia is the word that comes to mind. I can't remember me, or who I am, my memories are intact to a certain extent yet any personal details seem to vanish as soon as I try to grasp at them. I can remember mundane things like a shopping centre: grand fountains lining the entrance and hundreds of people parading around, showing off armfuls of heavy looking bags- yet, no shop names or brands seem accessible to me at the moment. I can remember the silky velvet fur of a cat, however it was no kitten that I recall ever having come into contact with. I can remember the adrenaline rush that settles in the base of my tummy every time I stepped onto a roller coaster, but I have no idea with who it was..
Pretty sure amnesia is the only logical explanation, although the term didn't quite seem to fit my 'condition.'
With an exasperated groan, I pull myself up into a sitting position crossing my legs underneath me as I do so, realising the action brought on severe pain in my thighs. Nevertheless, I complete the task to glance down and notice thick bandages wrapping themselves around the top half of my legs in tight, secure strands.
My voice shocked me as it came out in a hoarse whisper:"The hell?"
I surveyed the small room again before my eyes zoned in on a glass of water that my hands itched to grab, water seeming like a luxury at the moment- and almost as if without my permission, my left hand shot forward towards a small bedside cabinet aiming to snatch the glass residing above it. I aimed and missed.
The shattering of glass on the wooden floor sent my hands- the same ones that caused the sudden symphony of shattering shards- up to shield my ears from the noise that was almost deafening in comparison to the dead silence almost a second earlier.
Before I had a chance to even register what was happening (from waking up, coming to terms with what I thought was 'amnesia', seeing my injured body for the first time to shattering the only cure for my parched throat) a dark skinned boy ran in, panic and confusion evident on his dark face.
"The shuck happened?" He almost demanded, out of breath.
I hesitate a moment before answering, the last thing I want right now is for this boy to think i'm tryna' cause trouble.
"...That glass of water thought it would be funny to injure me and then give me amnesia before jumping, committing suicide so I couldn't blame it for attacking me."
...
Well done.
Very well done, idiot.
The boy gaped at me before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Damn didn't think any greenie had it in them to crack a joke as soon as they arrive- or in your case, wake up."
My face scrunches in confusion at the word 'greenie'. "Is my name greenie?"
The boy stops laughing slightly at my question only to burst out into a more hysterical fit right after he briefly glanced at what was probably a ridiculously stupid expression on my face.
"Nah, not your name, just the word we use and call people by until they can remember their own, or until the new greenie comes," the guy managed to get out between breaths, wiping a tray tear from his eye and calming down.
"So, here's the deal, my names Jeff and I'll get someone to explain everything to you soon as I can but first of all I needa explain to you this so you don't freak out on me later," he paused examining my reaction. I just nod for him to continue, my eyes probably wide from curiosity and interest. He nodded back and with silent words asked permission to sit at the edge of the bed to resume, to which I gave my consent.
"When you were sent up, you were... injured. We don't know how or who did it but once you take a look at what's under those bandages, you might be in for one hell of a shock, try not to freak out on us, please?" Jeff asked with sympathy laced into his voice. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion once again as I tried to think about what injury could be so bad that I needed to be warned in advance? Then suddenly a question gnawing at the back of mind surfaced.
"Do I have amnesia?"
With an amused glint sent my way, Jeff proceeded to explain that it wasn't amnesia but that's what he had to go and do now, get someone to try and explain this 'thing' to me.
Getting up and taking one final look at me Jeff asked "Is it alright if I leave for literally 2 minutes to find the guy in charge around here? We thought you'd stay asleep for at least another few days, so the other shank who supposed to look after you is busy and can't be here right now."
"What's the problem with leaving me alone..?" Suspicion tinting my voice. I could tell Jeff was trying to come up with a viable excuse however, I could see the something along the lines of distrust or concern waver in his eyes.
"The glass," he gets out eventually, standing up as he says so. "Are you positive I can trust you in here while I go and get Alby?"
Alby?
"Uhh, yea sure, knock yourself out," I reply remembering the broken shards discarded on the floor. Pretty. Like glittery ice.
"Please just stay there and don't move," is all I got before Jeff runs out sending me a concerned glance on the way.
"Weirdo. Honestly, you'd think I was a serial killer or something, the way he kept on looking at me." I mumble under my breath, a few seconds after his absence.
Well maybe I was.
No way to tell now anyway.
I lay back down on the uncomfortable bed, stretching my arms up above my head and thrusting chest out as I do so until I hear a satisfying 'pop'. Serial killer my ass. The only thing I should be convicted for, is my ass. I pause for a second to twist my lower half round so that my eyes had access to my behind from this position. Damn that is one fine butt, I thought before tearing my gaze away only to return to the mess of crystal like shards. The water that had resided within the cup had seeping into all the spaces between each individual piece, creating an unintentional masterpiece.
My eyes then further wandered to the ceiling made out of woven straw or something, when a glimmering caught my apparently easily-distracted attention. Scuttling across my line of vision was a little cross between a beetle and a salamander, with what looked like small wings tucked neatly on its back. The little bug was all silver and metallic in colour but a little flickering red light- like that of a camera- resided in the space where its head was.
Curious, I cautiously begin to sit up, and then attempt to stand up on the bed, testing out whether or my not my legs could hold my weight. Upon confirming that my legs can support me even with my mysteries injuries, I begin to reach my hand out to the pretty little bug. Upon realising what I was about to do, the bug stills its movement, giving me the false impression that it was doing so in a silent confirmation that it did not mind my presence. Trying to close the gap between it and me, I pull my hand back in shock, a barely concealed gasp being emitted from the back of my throat.
As I neared it, it's razor sharp wings unfolded slicing straight across my palm in a threatening manner, my right hand now clasped against my chest as if I could reverse the damage from happening in the first place. I watch in fascination and slight bewilderment as the beetle hybrid frantically crawls away.
Just at that point, whilst I was stood on the bed, my right hand clutched against my chest, staining the grey tank top I wore and a slightly oversized flannel shirt, that Jeff dude slams the door open, two unfamiliar faces behind him.
"-Listen, dude I know it looks bad but seriously give her a chance I-" Jeff stopped mid sentence as he laid his eyes upon me.
"Seriously girly? I thought I told you to stay there and not move, and what part of common sense like 'don't touch glass' do you not understand?" He snapped as his eyes landed on my still bleeding hand.
"What? I didn't touch it! It was that pretty beetle-lizard hybrid thingy that cut me," I snapped back with as much conviction as Jeff had, my expression no doubt turning into a pout by the end of my outburst.
"When she wake up?" One of the guys that had been behind Jeff asked- this one also had dark skin but shorter hair and an amused deep, calming voice (no doubt amused at me), which for some reason reminded me of an ocean.
"A few minutes ago? I don't know Al, I got you as soon as I realised she was awake." Jeff gently helped me down and took a look at my hand, deciding to sterilize it and bandage it whilst he continued to discuss with who I thought was Alby.
The other boy approached me- thin but muscular, tall, caramel- blonde and messy hair, a friendly look in his warm, chocolate eyes. And something else lining his sweet-looking face. Sympathy?
"Hey there, the names Newt," he introduced in what I could depict was a British accent, as I quite bluntly stared at him. He, or 'Newt', sheepishly scratched the back of his neck as he realised something.
"Oh right, you don't remember your name."
"Nope." I reply, popping the 'p' before another a question threatened to break out. "Jeff said he was getting someone to explain what happened to me..?" I break off my voice rising slightly at the end to form the query.
"Well, that depends. What do you want to know?"
"Why can't I remember anything?"
Slight hesitation before he answered:"The creators wiped your- and everyone else's- memories, the creators being the people who put us here. The only thing that you will remember about yourself is your name- that will come to you in the next few days probably."
"Hmmm, do you know what that shiny bug thing was?"
"Those little buggers are called beetle blades."
"Alright...do you know how I got injured?" A quick gesture was sent toward my thighs indicating what injury I meant.
"...No, we were hoping you were..."
"Okay... Am I a serial killer?"
A slightly astounded Newt gawked at me while trying and failing to hold in laughter. "Bloody hell, I really hope not!"
I nod in slight amusement, my nose scrunching in concentration, trying to string the next sequence of coherent words together to form my next thought. Newt only waits patiently somehow being able to tell that I was mildly disorientated with the new information. Jeff, finishing up work on my hand at this point, had apparently informed Alby of all there was and taken this as his cue to pack up and leave me and Newt alone.
"Where... where is 'here' exactly?" My voice taking on an edge of panic as I scan Newts eyes for an answer, realising that I didn't even know where I was.
"'Here', is the Glade," he responds softly, easing my fleeting emotions. "About a year ago we were all sent up into this place, no memories, no knowledge 'bout who put us here, nothing. But, this is our home, and it's yours now too, but it would be easier to show you," he answers calmly, holding his hand out and taking my uninjured one in his, tugging me gently through the wooden shack and what I assumed was outside- I couldn't tell, I was blinded as soon as we stepped through the door and Newt guided me down some rickety steps.
Once my eyes could focus enough, a sharp intake of breath forces its was into my lungs as I take in the sights around me; there was a great expanse of land with small supply shacks scattered all around the tree-line of the forest behind us and a plain field with animal pens and a few bigger buildings (including the one we just came out of) placed directly in front of our line of sight. Beyond the tranquil scene that looked like it had come straight out of a film, grey, concrete walls rose up into the sky, towering over the gorgeous community that I guessed people like Newt, Jeff and Alby had created. Ivy crept up the masses of crumbling stone towards a small opening in the middle of the two walls.
"Doesn't look like much but it's a pretty lively place when these shanks want to be," Newt informs me, a fond gaze gracing his pleasant face.
Lively
Lively
IVY!
"Ivy," I whisper.
"Come again?"
"Ivy! My name is Ivy!" I exclaim, ecstatic at the new discovery.
A small chuckle escapes Newts mouth before he turns to me with his hand out in formal greeting, a tiny giggle coming out of my throat at the unexpected gesture.
"Well then Ivy, welcome to the Glade."
Hmmmmm, was this too descriptive or boring?
I think this was pretty long but I tried to get everything in this chapter- I didn't want to have to continue into the next one so I smooshed it all in these 2500 ish words ? ﾟﾘﾂ
Anyway, thanks for reading!