The Maze Girl [On Hold]

Chapter One

Copyright © XsugarfreeX. Property of James Dashner.
In Memory of Caleb Logan Brataley. October 1st 2015 at 7:08.
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I bolt upright, gasping for any oxygen I could get, coughing, chocking and wheezing. I crouched on my knees as my hands frantically shot to my chest and throat, clawing at my skin, trying to pull of any chains and ropes that are squeezing my lungs. But I find nothing. I just needed to breath. Finally after gasping a little more, multiple sharp intakes of air fill my lungs, my breathing stays laboured as I take in my surroundings, a sick feeling of terror creeping up on me.
In shock and disbelief I bolt onto my feet, my head hitting the top of a chain box before I can even stand up straight. I collapse back to the bottom of the box, coughing and breathing crazily as the box get higher and higher to a dead end. I freeze in my place on the bottom of the box, ultimate terror seeping deep into my bones. I search my brain for anything useful in my current situation, but I come up blank, not even being able to remember my own name.
"Where the hell am I?"
Just as I choke out those words, my body is thrown against a corner of the rusty box by the force of it hitting large metal doors at the dead end. I let out a grunt and strangled cry as a red glow -being my only light source- changes to green and a loud beep echoes down the chamber in which it's depths I rose from. I barely have time to recover from my fall before a loud screech of metal and blinding light stops me in my tracks. I squint hard in the hot, blinding sunlight trying to see what's out there.
    The metal box rattles and the force of someone dropping into it shakes my tense and quivering body. What once was shouting and cheering became complete silence, the sound of nearby insects and farm animals filling the quiet.

     "It's a girl." A petite blonde boy around my age gawks in an accent I find eerily familiar, looking up to a crowd of thirty-some boys. I whimper with wide eyes and push myself as far into the box walls as possible, away from the staring boys who look just as shocked as myself.
     "What do we do?" A tall brunette asks, looking up at a dark skinned boy who hopped in the metal box as well, looking down at me as I pressed myself harder to the grated, rusty wall. "Isaac." It was barely audible even to myself, but I knew I had been the one to say it. None of the boys noticed, seeing as they were to busy figuring out what to do. "Isaac." I called a bit louder, whatever internally pushed me to say this was unknown yet forceful. I don't remember knowing an Isaac, but then again I don't remember my own name.
"Isaac!" I shouted, my eyes searched wildly at the faces of the boys, looking for someone familiar. Maybe someone here has the name Isaac? Now I had captured the boys attention. "Isaac?!" I shouted again, looking around at the faces of diverse boys; different races, hair colour, eye colour, body types, clothes. Still no one came forward. I stood on shaky legs, breathing wildly as I clung to the cage for support. The blonde hair guy reached out to help me but I pulled back, frightened of what their intentions where.

"You're okay, you're just a bit shaken up. All of us were like you, we didn't remember our names or where we came from. We still don't known half of it, but-" The blonde one rambles, I try to piece together how his accent seemed familiar as he spoke but I can't remember anything. It's useless.
"Slim it, Newt! Leave the poor girl alone." The dark skinned guy snapped. Blonde guy -Newt- shuts his mouth closed with a clank of his teeth and looks down at his dirty hands. "Do you remember your name?"

"Where am I?" I ask in a scratchy and strained voice, ignoring his gentle attempt at talking with me. How can I possibly worry about my name when I don't even know where I am? Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead in the basking hotness and I use the sleeve of my ripped sweat shirt to wipe it away.
     "Here, I'm Gally. We'll explain once your out of that shucking box." The buff, short haired, crazy eyebrowed guy reached his hand down to me. I just stare at him, not being able to think straight. "Go on, Greenie, I don't bite." He wiggles his grimy hand and I finally grasp it, being hoisted up by him and the dark skinned guy's help.