Glitch

Prologue

Darkness.
It coils its imblackable fingers around my bitter, shivering body. The smell of crisp iron steel pierced my senses.
      The neglection of light portrayed a fear that lingered behind my mind. The paranoia soon erased my thoughts as I adapted to the particular scenery I woke to. My surrounding were etched in charcoal. Metal against metal; I was in a cage. Trapped.
      There is no door, there are no clue significant enough to explain the circumstance.  Just a blackness that remains absolute, not a trace of light to be found.

Silence.
I am not alone in this impeccable condition. Yet, everything feels quiet.
      Here laid in the opposite corner of  me, a boy. Vastly asleep, breathing soundly as it progressed an echo around the iron cage. His presence struck a familiarity to me, as the feeling sent shivers down my spine. Giving me a curiosity that was seemingly meant for me to understand but, my mind remained this constant absence of answers.
      My name is Amelia. Is all I know.
     That was the only solid thing I could remember about my life. Yet, it didn't feel right. It felt as though I was playing a character that wasn't myself. It had felt so terribly wrong. It made my stomach winch. Several ideas of the world flooded my brain, just like the recognition of the person in front of me, yet none of them portrayed any quintessence. Glimpses of the tide, swaying of flowers in a garden, seeing a view of a small town, or picturing empty faces staring back at me, it portrayed this blurry visionary sequence as if I was a scratched record unable to play the rest of the soothing melody. Letters, and numbers correspond a finite of drained examples. Nothing felt distinctly right as I frequently tried to remember. I could not even scrambled together my last name, or where I came from. I was completely unable to comprehend who I truly am as a person.

     "Where am I?" I hear a tired, faint voice. I am suddenly shaken from my thoughts, as reality submerged its way into being felt. I rose to my feet, slowly walking closer to the boy as he sat up, anxiously eyeballed his surroundings, and making the cage shake drastically. Tears leaking from his puffy eyes, and his body unwillingly shaking. He was having an anxiety attack, I thought," Why can't I-."
     I kneeled down, to where our faces met, as I place my hand onto his shoulder as he went quiet. Cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. I took a deep breath, as I tried to settle my nerves. Why did that just pop into my mind? I scanned his face; he had a square-like jaw, and messy blonde hair. Still nothing.

     "What is your name?" I asked, knowing that to be the only thing he could answer. At least scramble something together. He calmed his breathing, as his eyes searched for answers. I sat down criss cross in front of him, patiently waiting for his response, as he remained silent. "I am Amelia."
      "Newt."
     He mocked. Still refrained into this confused state of being. Strangely enough, the fear in his eyes whispered away in the wind like dancing flower petals,the feeling was quickly replaced with overwhelming curiosity. It was all hitting him now.
      The ground beneath our feet groaned. It has done this two other times. Harsh chains and pulleys screamed as they rubbed up against each other in the motion of being pulled upward. The sound bouncing off the walls, echoing with a inviolable metallic cry. Feeling the floor beneath us sway more furiously then before, and the smell of burnt oil made our stomachs swinch in disgust as the pollution engulfed our nostrils.
     "You're going to want to hold onto something." I state. Grabbing ahold of the rusty rail behind us, as he does the same without question. Suddenly we were jerked upward, as Newt clinched onto my arm causing him from being thrown backward. The screeching of clunks and groans from the machinery grew louder each second. This time moving incredibly faster than before.
     Everything came to a stop again. The cage still persisted at a light sway.
     I groaned in frustration, as tears swelled in my eyes. It faded as though nothing changed, and everything went silent again. I hugged my legs closer towards my chest, as I shivered. The sudden feeling of grief appeared shuddering my body, as the feel of desperation haunted my spirit.
     "Everything is going to be okay." He assured. His excellerated of expression. 
     A loud clang rang overhead, as I sucked in a startled breath. An eerie feeling both striking us, as we made eye contact before looking up towards the ceiling.
     Blinded by the faint source of light; as it pierced my eyes. Squinting in confusion. Noticing a vibrant white line extend. Revealing two iron double doors sliding open. Physically unable to look directly in the direction where the moving crate has finally stopped.
      The sound of pandemonium erupted above- distinctive male voices. Worry began to trickle down my body once more, as I clinched onto Newt's hand as he helped me to my feet. 
     "There's two people in the box!"
     "They look identical?"
     "I think one is a female?"
     "Hope y'all enjoyed the ride up, Green Beans."

     The voices were odd, sounding as though the connectic voices varied in just a small group. Most of the comments getting joined together, sounding like complete gibberish -others distinctively felt familiar. My eyes still not adjusting to the excessive amount of dull sunlight. The outline of shadows quickly turned into shapes of bodies once they got closer towards the opening of the lift- bending over, and looking down at the two bodies that remained still, and utterly confused.
    Once my vision adapted towards my surroundings. Faces started to look more clear, and details erupted onto unfamiliar faces. They were boys- all of them. Roughly around the same age, but all looked completely different. They were just teenagers. Kids if anything. Not exactly able to comprehend the circumstance, but enably able to understand that this was something extraordinary. I could feel my heart beat as though it was about to explode from my chest, and my palms remained this clammy feel as I clinched into Newt's hand even tighter- as though I was waiting to hear a snap. While he stood in front of me, practically towering over my view from the others.
     Some lowered down a rope from above, the end of it tied a big loop- like a noose. I thought. Newt letting me go first. The idea sending me chills. Hesitantly grabbing ahold of the rope, as I stepped into the hole with my left foot. Grasping onto the rope, feeling as it started to pull back up with ease. Several hands reached out to grab ahold of me, as I only grab one. His grip feeling stern, as he helped me to his feet. Our eyes meeting as he held this mysterious gaze.  A storm of emotions erupted wretched inside me; my gut knotted up, feeling as though it was going to drop any second, my heart was racing from my chest, and the only one thought remained. Everything is okay.
     Watching from a distance as they brought Newt up from the lift as well, as everyone grew into a montoned silence. Yanking him away from the edge, as he joined everyone else into a small gathered circle.
     "You finally arrived," He said. This was the same boy with the stern grip, and mysterious gaze,"Welcome to the glade."