Her Arrival (The Maze Runner/Newt Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

I woke up to darkness. Darkness and the feeling of rising. I quickly sat up and surveyed my surroundings. Metal walls surrounded me. The hard floor beneath me was so cold that I could feel the iciness of it seeping through the fabric of my jeans and chilling my legs. I slowly realized what I was in.

A lift.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed another girl in the lift with me. She was still unconscious. I pushed her dark hair away from her face. Her skin was really pale, making her pink lips and her black hair stand out. The girl seemed familiar, but I couldn't think of her name or how I knew her. I tried remembering how we got there, but my mind couldn't grasp anything. I put a hand to my forehead and tried remembering something, anything.

Marie. My name is Marie.

I tried taking that small memory and expanding it to a bigger picture. It was no use. The only thing I remembered was my name. Looking around, I felt the multitude of the situation hit me. I was stuck in a dark lift with no idea how I got there or where the lift led. Feelings of panic and fear started rising in me as worst-case scenarios started floating through my head. No, I thought to myself. Stay calm.

I took a deep breath and started standing up, planting a hand on a wall to keep me balanced. When I was fully upright the lift jolted to a sudden stop, throwing me back down on the floor. I groaned as I pushed myself up on an elbow. The hard floor wasn't an exactly comfortable spot to be thrown on. Screechy sounds of metal rubbing on metal echoed in the small room. I looked up to find bright sunlight streaming into the lift. My eyes weren't used to the sudden break in the darkness, so I blinked hard and threw my right hand up in an attempt to block the light. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I put my hand down.

Two boys were staring into the lift. One of them was African-American, the other had blonde hair. I stared back at the two boys, too scared to speak. "Holy..." the blonde boy breathed.

"No way," the African-American one muttered.

Hushed voices behind the boys sounded. The voices sounded like they belonged to other teenage boys. "Hold on!" the African-American boy yelled to the voices behind him. "Just hold on!"

"Well, what's wrong?" someone yelled back.

"Two Newbies in two days. Now this. Two years, nothing different, now this."

He turned around and stared somewhere behind him. "What's goin' on here, Greenie?" he yelled.

"How am I supposed to know?" a voice called back.

"Why don't you just tell us what the shuck is down there, Alby?" another voice called out, this one sounding younger then the others. The African-American boy, who must've been Alby, yelled, "You shanks shut up! Tell 'em, Newt."

Newt. That name sounds so familiar.

Newt looked down at the girl and I. He stared at me with a curious expression. A flash of recognition flashed across his face, but quickly disappeared. Newt eventually turned around to face the crowd behind him. "It's two girls," he said.

The voices rose again. I tried picking up some of what they said.

"Girls?'

"I got dibs!"

"Me too!"

"What do they look like?"

"How old are they?"

The boy named Newt shushed the crowd. "That's not bloody half of it," he said, his accent thick. "I think one of 'em is dead."

That voice, I thought to myself. His accent. It's so familiar.