Runner Boy (TMR Fanfic)

ONE

A lurch woke him up. He was sitting down, the cold metal grid-like surface of the lift pressing against his palms and back. Boxes and cargo was on the other side of the lift, along with rope and other supplies. He didn't know where he was. The only thing he knew was his name; Newt. It was like his entire memory had been snatched away from him- but how? It didn't make any sense, because his mind could perfectly picture falling leaves, a crackling fire, eating a cookie, walking through crowded streets. 

But it was strange, because he couldn't remember any of it happening. The faces were replaced with jabs and smears of pale color, like a ruined painting. Hell, he couldn't even recall a single conversation, much less remember his age or last name, where he came from, who his parents were. But his brain still computed and tried to understand his surroundings. Red flashes came from cylinder shaped lights, and a loud beeping sound emitted from nowhere. Newt pulled his legs close to his chest. He wanted to cry, but no tears came. He buried his face in his knees, confused and panicked. He wanted out- out of this lift, out of the metal that trapped him, out of the machinery that lifted him up to wherever it was taking him. Or maybe it was down. Newt couldn't tell. But Newt could tell that every single second that passed felt like a century. But something in his mind told him that it had been roughly ten minutes since he had awoken.

The moment seemed to go on for ages, until the lift came to a shuddering and sudden halt, metal creaking. The sudden jolt made Newt almost fall to the side. He yelped, startled as doors opened up above him, light suddenly blinding him. He squinted, getting his eyes adjusted to the bright light as he noticed a face peering down at him. He looked up, seeing a dark skinned boy that looked around his age. His hair was in a buzz-cut, and he wore a white tunic with jeans.
"Morning, kid. Welcome." He said. The boy held out a hand for Newt to take. Newt hesitated, then took the boys hand, letting the boy hoist him up and out of the lift, into a clearing. Walls surrounded them on all sides. There were four gaps in the walls, leading into large hallways that led into more hallways. Newt looked back at the dark skinned boy as he cleared his throat.
"I'm Alby." The boy said.