The Maze Runner (Terra+Newt)

Chapter One

It was dark. And loud. I was in a cage that was moving, but in which direction I was not sure. I was also aware that I didn't remember how I got here, but I pushed that problem aside. Far above me I saw a red light and noticed it was getting closer, which must have meant I was going up.
I screamed when I realized the cage wasn't slowing. A sudden dizziness came over me and I fell to my knees, covering my head with my hands as the cage reached the red lit wall. I was sure this was it, how my life ended. I couldn't even remember anything before this—not even my name.
The cage stopped moving. It stopped moving so abruptly that I fell to my side, hitting my elbow on the corner of a wooden box. I looked up, holding my sore arm, as the wall with the red light started to move. I saw light—I had to squint my eyes after being in the dark for who knows how long.
After the wall had moved—it seemed to have been some kind of door—someone had jumped down into the cage. I saw people staring down at me from above, but the person in the cage blocked them from view, looking down at me in shock.
"What is it Newt?" Someone shouted from above.
The person—a boy, about sixteen, maybe seventeen—turned to look at the guy who had shouted. "It's a girl," he whispered in bewilderment.
"Yo, what?" Someone else said.
"A girl?"
"What's a shucking girl doing here?"
"Dibs!" After that an argument started. I didn't move, just stared, trembling.
"Hey! Shut up, all of you!" Shouted someone—I could finally see a few faces above and the one who spoke was about eighteen and had dark skin and short hair. "No one does anything unless I say so," he said. "Newt, bring her up."
The boy in the cage turned back to me, smiled, and crouched down next to me. I scooted back, not understanding anything that was going on.
"Hello. I'm Newt," he said. He had an accent. British, I think, with about three inch long, darkish blond hair. He was thin—not skinny—I think that's just how he looked. His face was kind, friendly—so?
I lunged forward, pushing the boy onto his back. I put my weight on his chest and held his hands above his head.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why'd you do this? What're you gonna do to me—"

"Woah, no you've got it wrong there," he said. "We didn't do this." He paused. I heard the boys above whistling and laughing.
I looked into the boy's brown eyes; they were calm and kind.
I felt his chest rising and falling beneath me and realized he probably couldn't breath while I was sitting on him.
I reluctantly let him go.

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Im actually proud of this story. I wasn't gonna ever post it, but here I am, posting it. Hope you like it!