𝔽𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 {Mazerunner~Thomas}

002

Mila's eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times, attempting to take in her surroundings. No matter how hard she rubbed her eyes darkness was the only presence visible. Her head felt fuzzy and full of cotton wool, the after affects of the anesthesia that was still in her system. Slowly she began to rise, reaching her hands out around her, she found them gripping onto a cool fencelike surface. Assuming it to be a wall she cautiously began inching her way around it, remembering back to the metal elevator she had seen in the lab and realising she must be inside. Just as she let go of the wall the box moved with a jolt, sending her sprawling directly into a wooden crate. 

"Oof!" 

Mila let out a groan and rubbed her ribcage, not looking forward to the bruise that would surely appear there. The box began it's ascent, screeching upwards at an increasingly alarming speed. She tried to find her way back to the wall, somewhere safe she could hold onto and anchor down until this death wish of a fair ride slowed down, but everytime she was about to grip onto the wall the box swung the other way, causing her to lose her balance and go flying from side to side. Mila swallowed back the bile that was rising in her throat, she'd always suffered from motion sickness, a memory of her throwing up over the side of a boat entered her mind, not helping to quell the nausea. 

Ha, I probably won't ever even get to see the sea again. I'll be stuck in this prison or dead in a ditch somewhere. 

Finally Mila managed to grip onto the metal walls, sinking to the floor and focusing on breathing deeply rather than the weight of her thoughts, the fact she might never get out of this situation alive, and would quite possibly end up dead. The box continued its journey, but Mila was acutely aware of the fact that she was even in motion anymore. Every situation that led up to this moment, every little thing that could of been prevented but still happened. Her eyes closed, she was now concentrating on blocking out the tidal wave of thoughts rushing to flood her mind. The memories that plagued her playing like a movie in her head. 

Her mother screaming, trying to snatch back her baby from the soldier that took it. Her little brother sobbing. Her father's hatred filled eyes boring into hers. Blood dripping down her arm. The breathless feeling left in her body when she looked around at the derelict street she was in, with only one of her brothers, left clinging onto her arm. 

An alarm startled Mila back to reality, now when she looked up she noticed the small glimmer of light that was drifting into the box. The elevator had been moving upwards for around twenty minutes by now, listening closely she could just make out the sound of voices. Male voices. Pulling a crate towards her she created a nook where she could hopefully hide in. The art of surprise would work in her favor especially considering these boys had never seen a girl before, or at least wouldn't remember seeing one. Mila took a steadying breath, unease causing her senses to heighten. 

I have no clue how these boys will react. They've never seen a girl before, they might be aggresive or they could be really nice. Or a little too nice. Gotta keep my guard up. 

The box was slowing down now, and she knew it was almost time. Time to start acting. 

...

After a few moments of silence, Mila began to hear grunting and the box started shaking from the force of someone trying to open the doors. 

"Man these shucking doors are getting stiffer and stiffer each month!" A boy with a British accent called out in frustration. 

"Nah Newt I think it's just you, I could get those open in a second," this time a smug voice filled the air. 

So the Brit is called Newt. Like a lizard? Strange name for a kid. 

"Go ahead Minho." 

Minho? He sounds like he's a bit of an asshole. 

Someone started walking towards the doors of the box, the clank of metal could be heard. Mila pinched her arm hard as hard as she could, hoping to ellicit some tears to help sell the act. 

Showtime.

The doors opened slowly with a creak and sunlight flooded the box, Mila shielded her eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden harsh light. 

Thud. 

Taking a step back and bringing her arm down Mila glared at the blonde boy who was silently gawking at her. 

"You- You're a girl!" 

Ah so this is the brit, Newt. He doesn't really look part lizard. 

"So I've noticed," Mila kept her response dry, judging rightly that the way to deal with these boys would be to not give anything away. 

"Oi Newt, what's taking so long, wheres the Greenie?" 

"Er, just gimme a second!" Newt shouted up than looked back at Mila unsurely, attempting to size her up. 

Mila just raised an eyebrow and looked right back. 

"Bloody hell."

{AN}

Sorry for the delay with this chapter, I haven't felt very inspired to write recently or really had the time. BUT I'm not giving up on my current stories bc I love the plots too much :)

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Love Zoe <3