Needing You | Gally X Reader | Tmr | The Maze Runner

Chapter One: If You're Screwed And You Know It, Clap Your Hands👏👏

Darkness. It was the first thing I seemed to know.

It enveloped me, comfort and fear mixing in with one another until they were both completely undistinguishable.

An overwhelming panic rose in my chest as my eyes adjusted and I realised I was in a very cramped space that felt like it was moving upwards.

It was as if all the air was suddenly sucked out of this place as I took in the very low ceiling, the four one-metre walls and the cold, metal floor that was nearly completely covered in crates and crates of things.

Suddenly everything was too small and air seemed to be harshly ripped from my lungs as I silently begged for mercy, begged to get out of here, tears threatening to spill.

I needed space. I needed to move. I couldn't cope in this tiny cage.

Silence.

Everything suddenly became still. I scarcely breathed, fearing it would cause more chaos if I did.

A red light turned green as I tried to figure out what the actual fuck was going on.

Doors screeched as they slowly opened, exposing me to a blinding light and the smell of fresh morning dew.

Although I couldn't see anything, I sure as hell could hear lots of whispers that seemed to form a circle around me, whirling around in the air. I couldn't make out what these people that must be here with me were saying, but it probably wasn't anything good, or else they would have been speaking at normal volume.

A rattle in - what I am presuming is - this cage that I was in signalled someone had come down here with me.

Squinting, I looked up to face them.

It was a boy.

"Hey," he said. "You alright?"

"Yeah," I replied, taking in his features. He had soft blonde hair that reached his forehead, a fairly tall, lanky body and deep brown eyes. His expression was moulded into what could be considered a kind one, and instantly I felt a sort of trust towards him. "Just shaken up."

"That's understandable," he told me. "Now, you wanna get out of here?" I took him up on the offer of his outstretched arm, and he lifted me to my feet. "Rope!" he called to the surrounding people that I had forgotten existed until this exact moment.

A rope was lowered down, and the boy tied it around his waist. He was hoisted out of the cage and he motioned for me to do the same as it was passed back down to me.

I studied the rope - that looked not that far from breaking - for a second, then how tall the wall was. It was an easy climb. What was the point of having something to help me up?

I shook my head at the blonde boy and lifted myself out of the cage and onto the soft grass.

Standing up, I brushed myself off and turned to face the group of people.

Or, more accurately, the group of boys. Only boys.

Oh shit.

Most of them were gawking at me. Others were staring at my breasts (perverts). Subconsciously, I crossed my arms over my chest, attempting to hide what the boys seemed to hungrily drink in about my appearance.

"Um... Where are the girls?" I asked, eyes scanning the crowd again just to make sure there definitely weren't any. There weren't.

"You're the first one, Greenie," Blondie answered.

"Where am I?"

"You're full of questions, ain't you?" The boy chuckled.

"Yeah, and with good reason," I snapped. "I can't fucking remember anything."