W.C.K.D's Secret Weapon (A Maze Runner Fanfic)

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Hey people!! Okay, so I've been recently obsessed with The Maze Runner, so I decided to write a FF on it. I hope you all enjoy!!
-Alli😝

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Becca's POV

I wake up to darkness.

I gasp over and over, not seeming to get a control on my surroundings. I hear metal clanging on metal, making a deafening creak sound, like I was moving up.

But the thing is, I was.

The air around me is warm and musty, and one touch to my arm states that I'm sweating, despite the cold air rushing around me.

I gasp once more as I realize, I'm in a box. I'm in a box, moving up, not knowing where I was going.

In fact, I can't remember ANYTHING.

This freaks me out a little. Why don't I have any memories? I try to grasp at anything I can, but they seem to be on the edge of my memory, standing tauntingly on the side, then vanishing.

I curl up my legs to my chest and wrap my arms around them, trying to keep steady. I bury my head in my knees trying to keep out the deafening roar.

'Okay, calm down, just calm down. There must be something I remember. Keep it simple. My favorite color? ...Nada. My parents?... Nothing. How old I am?.... Same results. My name?... I faintly remember someone calling out to me. Who it is and where it was I don't know, but they're saying something. A name. MY name, I realize. I think, Becca. Yes that's my name.'

I feel a little relieved that I can at least remember my name, but I don't keep it for long.

I am still stuck here.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, waiting for it to end.

It seems like an eternity until it does.

It stops with a jolt, making me lose my balance and stumble over.

I wince a little and sit back up, dusting myself off. The loud roar has stopped, but the ring in my ears still remain.

Another loud creaking sound and a large opening appears at the top of the box, letting light filter into the darkness.

I instinctively cover my eyes and blink a little until I grow used to the light.

I look up and see at least fourth to fifty boys, all in their teenage years, staring down at me.

"It's a bloody girl!" A boy with blond hair says.

"What, a girl?"

"How old is she?"

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs!"

"What's a girl doing here?"

"QUITE!" One boy yells. He has a good build and short sandy blond hair. He's a little tall and when he jumps into the box he towers over me.

"I'm Gally. What's you name?" He asks me.

"Becca." I croak out. My voice and throat are dry and it hurts to talk.

The boy named Gally smirks at me. "Day one Greenie. Rise and shine."