Sprinter

Wake up.

Wake up...

Wake up! A voice yelled in my head and my eyes snap open. "What in the bloody hell?" I mumble, my face pressed against a mesh flooring of what looks like a lift. Then I realized the lift was escalating upwards at a very fast rate. I sit up immediately, and feel dizzy from the speed of the lift, but soon, I adjusted to the speed and began to take in my surroundings further.

Looking around I saw barrels and boxes pressed against the sides of the lift. Upon closer examination they were all labeled "WICKED" Reading the label woke a sleeping monster in the epicenter of me. I was filled with rage and frustration, which I let out a howl of. The only thing was, for the life of me, I couldn't remember why. I can't remember why I am so frustratingly angry. Which only made the situation worse.

I stood and began pacing around the lift as it escalated upwards faster and faster. There was a gut wrenching pain of rage and frustration in the pit of my stomach, and for whatever reason I thought I could pace it off.

But I couldn't.

I screamed and kicked over a barrel, taking my frustration out on it. I began to breath heavely, as I walked to the barrel which was now on its side. I kneeled beside the barrel and set it up right, then it really hit me that I couldn't remember anything. Not even my own name! I hit the side of the barrel again in frustration, and it flew into the side of a box.

This time the barrel's lid unhinged just enough for something to spill out. It looked like clothing, I didn't bother to fix the barrel this time, I just stood back up and stared at the ceiling.

A loud screeching filled the air, cringing I covered my ears and bent down again. In the midst of the cacophony, it came back to me.

Tesla.

That's my name!

I remember my name!

I thought happily, then with a large crash the lift stopped as did the screeching. Realizing I was now at the top of the lift, somebody was about to find me. I hid in the corner behind a barrel and a large crate, where I couldn't be seen.

The lift's doors swung open, spilling bright sunlight into the dark little lift I had resided in for all of an hour, it felt like anyway. Squeezing my eyes shut, I began to rub my eyes with the bottom of my palms.

With a loud thump, someone jumped down from the open lift doors into the lift itself. Peeking through a crack between the barrel and the crate, I saw it was a blonde haired guy. He started picking up crates and barrels, then handed them to some other guys above the lift.

After about ten minutes, the barrel and crate I was hiding behind were the last for the blonde to move. I moved in to a crouching postion ready to spring. The blonde was going to move the crate, he hadn't seen me yet. Then he turned back around.

"What in the bloody hell?!" he yelled confused.

I stood and lifted up my left leg and kicked him in the side. "Newt! What is going on in there?!" I heard some other guy yell from above. The blonde, known as Newt, fell to his knees.

I dashed past him, put my hands on top of the lift and lifted my self up and out of it. "There's a shucking girl in the box!" Newt yelled from below beginning to climb out himself, but what he said was redundant, I was standing in the middle of a large clearing, closed in by four massive stone walls. And everyone in the clearing was one, a guy, and two staring at me.

I became very self conscience, I wanted to climb back into the lift and hide away from all their stares. Then I saw a large gap a stone wall that looked like an exit to me. I began to sprint, as fast as I could, towards it. All of the guys seemed too dumb founded at first to follow me, then I heard someone yell.