The Lost Glader || A TMR Fanfiction

Chapter 3 || The Slammer

"Hey, you still there?" A voice cut through my train of thought and I snapped my head around to look at the older boy again. "I... I need answers." I said feeling incredibly desperate to know what was really going on. "I don't know how much we can actually tell you. But we need to call a gathering." He said, his last sentence directed towards the blond boy, who nodded simply in response. "Then we'll talk." He said turning back to me. I narrowed my eyes and took a step forward. "No way! I want answers now! I was just snatched from my home and thrown in here with you sticks, and you expect me to just casually wait while you call your squad? No way!" I heard a few guys chuckle, some wondering what sticks meant, but I ignored them, keeping my eyes locked on my target.

He let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. "Fine, if you refuse to wait patiently. Then you'll probably do better in the slammer." Before I could respond, he nodded to someone behind me, and then two boys grabbed me one on each arm. I tried to shake them off, but it was to know avail as they were both much stronger than me. "Don't worry we'll feed you." The older boy said only making me try to get out of my captors' grasp again, which of course was only a failure.

The Slammer sucked. There was only a chair, in the small stone room. A window on the side wall let in a little light, but even though it was the middle of the day, it still remained considerably dark.

I groaned collapsing on the ground, not entirely sure that the old wooden chair could actually support my weight. I let my head fall back against the wall as my eyes stared out the tiny window. My mind replayed the events that had already happened over and over, still in shock. How could this be happening? How was there another Glade? This one with all boys... Why would I be sent here? What were the creators trying to do?So many questions in my head as I sat there for hours.

It was probably mid-afternoon, when I had a visitor. "How are you holding up?" A voice said and my eyes shot open. The face of the smirking blond boy looked through the window, and I briefly wondered how long he had been there. "Please tell me you're here to let me out... I'm incredibly bored." He chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry, but we have to wait for all members of the council to be here before we can have a Gathering." I groaned, standing up and brushing off my pants. "Well who's the stick that we're waiting on?" I asked walking over to the window. "Keeper of the runners. He's out in the Maze at the moment and still won't be back for a few hours." I would have groaned at the fact I had to be here for more hours if it weren't for the rest of his words. "You all have the Maze as well... Have you gotten anywhere in finding a way out?" I asked hopefully.

You see, back in my Glade, I was a runner, and not just any runner. Lead runner, which I assumed was the equivalent to Keeper of the Runners. For so long, me and the other runners, had been trying to find a way out, and all this time, still nothing. Still not any closer to finding a way out.

The boy frowned and slowly shook his head. "No, we're just as stuck as the first day we got here." He said pausing for a moment probably in disappointment and hopelessness. "But you heard Alby, we'll talk and answer any questions we can at the Gathering." He said, the look disappearing. "Oh is that his name... He seems like a ray of sunshine." I said with a roll of my eyes. "Eh. He's not that bad." He said shrugging his shoulders. I gave him a sarcastic laugh before moving on. "And what about you? Do you have name? Or should I just keep referring to you as Blonde?" He chuckled. "Name's Newt." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "You guys have some great names around here." I mumbled under my breath before speaking to him. "Well, Newt, is there a specific reason you came by? Or did you just want to chat?" I said crossing my arms and leaning back some. "Actually, I came to bring you lunch. Figured you were probably hungry. Doubt that the Creators fed you before they sent you in the box." As if on cue my stomach growled and I realized for the first time how hungry I actually was. "I'll take that as a yes." Newt said with a smirk as he moved from the window and went to the door, where he opened a small opening just big enough for him to hand me a plate of food along with a bottle of water. I gratefully took it with a soft thank you.

I sat down on the ground once more and was about to dig in when I heard Newt's receding footsteps stop and head back toward the slammer. "Forget something?" I asked when I saw his face in the window again. "Yeah actually... You never gave us your name." I almost laughed at the simplicity of the request.
"Nicole." I said. "My name's Nicole."