Darkness. Impending darkness was all she felt. All she knew. It was cold, chilling to the bone, her teeth chattering and her body shaking. And her head was pounding. It was as if she was just born into the world, and no one had taught her how to live. How to be.

She took a gasp of air, choking immediately. Her body convulsed, and she managed to turn over to her hands and knees as she coughed. Her stomach lurched, but the contents stayed inside. She gasped in air, her body moving up and down with each breath. Hands touched the cold, grated metal, and she realized she was moving. Or rather the floor was moving upward.

She turned back around, noticing the grated metal on either side of her and on top. A cage, a box. Something. Wide eyes stared around, noting there was no entrance or exit. And this box was moving. It jerked and she stumbled, taking in her surroundings. There were other boxes and barrels of supplies around her. Things she couldn't decipher in the darkness. A raw bleating noise stirred her, and she shrieked. A goat, shoved into a tiny cage was staring at her, bleating, its beady eyes staring at her. She threw herself into the opposite corner, her head smashing against the corner of the box. It disoriented her for a moment, her head throbbing. She felt a wetness on the back of her head. Reaching back, she winced as she touched where she had collided with the metal, before pulling her hand back to her face. Even in the darkness, she knew there was blood on her hand.

The box shuddered, then jolted to a stop. Her body jolted with it. It was silence, aside from her heavy breathing and the breathing of the goat.

And then there was light. Bright, blinding light as the doors above her opened. She winced and shied away, covering her eyes and moving quickly. A few shadows covered the sun in her eyes, slowly growing in numbers.

"Holy shuck!"

"What are you staring at?"

She winced and turned slowly now that her eyes were adjusting. Blinking, she looked up to see dozens of boys staring down at her through the grated box.

Boys.

All boys.

"It's a girl!"

"Are you serious? A girl?"

"Finally! They did us good! I call dibs!"

"What no! I get her after!"

"Slim it!" An older African-American boy yelled, stepping through the group of boys. There was a loud creak as the grate above her was opened by the others. "Holy shit. Why would they do this?" He spoke to another boy beside him. She whimpered, scampering over to the corner of the box, hoping that she could hide and they would all go away and leave her alone. She didn't want to know what they were thinking, what they were feeling. These were boys. They had needs. And if she was right on what she was hearing. She was the only girl in a group of boys.

"Alright, everyone clear out! She doesn't need any of this! We aren't animals!" The older male called again. There was grumbling as a few of them started to walk away, but not far. They wanted to see, wanted to know who she was.

She wanted to know who she was.

"Newt. Think you can work your charm?" The male turned to a younger, slimmer-looking boy. He had short blonde hair, and even though he seemed thin, he was built. Arms crossed over a ratty tank top, he sighed and nodded.

"Alright, love. I'm coming down, alright? The others are gone, they're not gonna hurt you." The boy, Newt, spoke as he walked toward the front of the box. She whimpered, still hiding, but she was beginning to look over the boxes. "Can I come down?" He asked instead, wanting her permission before jumping. She looked over at him, breathing heavy and eyes wide. But slowly, she nodded. Newt nodded, before looking at the first man who spoke and then another, and jumped down.

The box lurched as he hit the ground, shaking them both and making the goat bleat louder. As the box moved, she lost it. Scrambling to her knees, she emptied the contents of whatever was left in her stomach onto the ground of the box, watching as her sick dripped down into the neverending hole. The boys still watching winced or shied away. She coughed and gagged, expelling whatever was in her stomach out, which was nothing but bile. Newt winced, wanting to put his hand over his nose, but that would probably upset the girl more, so he kneeled beside her. She jerked away, wiping her mouth quickly on her hand and turning back.

"Easy. It's okay. Do you remember anything? Your name?" He asked, not reaching out. The girl stared at him with bright gray eyes. Mesmerizing to Newt. "You don't have to talk, just nod or shake your head." He added. She swallowed thickly, before shaking her head. In truth, she couldn't remember anything. Where she came from, who she was? Why couldn't she remember even her name?

"That's alright. You'll get your name back eventually. It all happens in time. But you don't want to stay in the box forever, right?" Newt encouraged. She looked at him, before shaking her head. With the movement, she winced, hand reaching to the back of her head. Newt then noticed the blood on her hand as it came back from her head, curled into dark red hair. There was also a nasty cut on the side of her face. It didn't mar her beauty in the slightest, but that wasn't something he was concerned about.

"Someone let Jeff or Clint know we're heading there first! They did a number on her." He called up. A boy called down and then turned to run toward the med-jacks. Newt turned back to her. "Sorry about that, love. Let's get you out of here and patched up, alright?" The girl swallowed and coughed, before nodding once more. "Can you stand?" Newt asked as he stood up, holding out his hand. She eyed it suspiciously, before reaching out and taking it. She liked how their hands fit together, like puzzle pieces. He smiled weakly and slowly helped her to stand. It was slow and shaky, but soon she was able to stand. It was then he was able to properly look her over.

She had to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years of age, around Newt's age. With dark red hair that curled around her shoulders, matted at the top of her head where it was bleeding. She had fair skin, standing shorter than most of the boys here. The gash on her face was nasty looking as if it was given before she was thrown into the box. There was another scar under it as if the skin had split open again. But it didn't change how beautiful she was. His eyes scanned down her body, at the grody-looking clothing, she was given. Dark tan pants that almost looked too big for her body, and a (what had been) white tank top. His eyes stopped before peering away at the realization that she didn't have anything under the top. They just left her here, just like this. She wasn't wearing shoes. It was as if she was the last chance and they had to quickly throw her up before they met the deadline.

Her hand clutched his as she slowly closed the gap to stand beside him. He smiled softly, trying to be friendly before walking toward the edge of the box. There was no way, in her state, that she could have climbed out. Newt had to look at the box, and do some calculations.

"Alright, here's what we're going to do. I want you to sit on my shoulder." She turned to look at him, confused. "I'm going to lift you up toward the edge, okay? Gally, that big goof up there. He'll grab you from there and get you out, alright?" She looked up as the other boy, Gally she was guessing, stepped toward the box. He looked annoyed but concerned all at the same time. "You can trust him. He's not going to do anything. And if he does, he's got Alby to answer to. That's the guy next to him." She turned to look at the first boy that spoke, who had his arms crossed and was nodding. "We're not going to do anything until you're ready, okay? So, just let me know." Newt looked at her, as she still held his hand tightly. She calculated the choices. Even she knew she couldn't climb out. She wouldn't even make it up. The boy, Gally, didn't look predatorial, like some of the others. Nor did Alby. She turned to look at Newt, before nodding.

"Good that. Whenever you're ready." He kneeled onto one knee, his good knee, right next to her. "Just sit on my shoulder, your hand on my other shoulder." He was coaching her, like a father to a boy. If they had those. She looked at him, before slowly moving and settling herself onto his shoulder. His face turned as red as hers did, and he tried not to think of the position they were in. "Alright, ready?" As she nodded, he slowly pushed himself up. It wasn't hard. She was very light as if she hadn't eaten in months. She wobbled, so he put his other on her hip (or that was where he hoped it landed), and the other touched her hand on his other shoulder. He stood slowly until he was standing completely, and she was closer to the top.

Gally stepped over, reaching down to grab her. His hands found either side of her chest, right under his breasts. "Sorry!" He mumbled quickly, letting them slide down a bit before he was picking her up and pulled her out of the box. Alby moved beside them to help Newt out of the box as well.

As soon as Gally had her standing in front of them, her eyes widened once more. Staring around at the vast land around her, encased in giant stone walls. She noticed a few of the boys were standing around, but not crowding her. She looked around at the fields, the sheds, and the animals. It was too much to handle. Too many smells, sounds, and images. Her breathing picked up as she looked around.

"Easy there, greenie," Alby reassured her, startling her from her stupor. She stared at the three boys in front of her, the ones that had stayed. And then there was nothing.

Newt watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she crumpled. Gally was the closest so he quickly caught her, crashing to his knees as he held her. Newt moved beside her, staring at her.

"She's worse off. We need to get her to the med-jacks." Newt spoke. Gally nodded.

"Gally, Newt. Do not let her leave your sight, and don't let anyone but Clint and Jeff in to check on her. This is new. This is too new. We have a girl in the middle of all boys. This won't go well." Alby commanded. "Once she wakes, we'll figure it out from there. But for now, do not let her out of your sight."

Newt stared at Gally for a moment, before both boys nodded. This was new. This was different.

This was The Glade.

"Are you sure? This is what she wants?"

"This is what the Doctor said. Besides, she won't be the first. There will be another when the time comes."

The scientist stared at the girl as she screamed, pulling at the restraints they had put her in after she had put up a fight. "She's not going to survive with a bunch of boys. They're going to be on her in seconds."

The other chuckled. "Either that. Or she'll put them in their place. She's a fighter." He motioned to the gash on her face as other scientists rushed around her, holding her down.

"She won't make it."

"I doubt that." They watched as the sedative was given to her, and she slowly quieted down, before falling unconscious. The male looked at his clipboard, sighing. She had passed many tests. Maybe she could fight. His eyes focused on the pretty girl in front of him, before up at the glass as the scientists rushed to get her changed and ready. He looked back at the name.

A-58: The nurturer

Part B: The lover