WICKED'S PAWN

Chapter 1

I woke up in a dark metal box....it seemed like a cage of sorts? But for what? When my eyes slowly started adjusting to the darkness I realised that this weird box was moving up. Feeling it speed up I stumbled and hit my head on it, hard. I felt something wet coming out of it....blood. Ignoring the throbbing in my head, my mind raced with questions. How did I get here? Why did I get here? Where am I going? Why am I going anywhere in this weird box? But most of all, Who the hell am I? I slowly started to panic, feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden. What's waiting for me up there? I started to feel around the box-thingy looking for something sharp to defend myself with. I had to be prepared for anything and everything no matter what. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, the pain not hurting me as much, I found a small knife in the corner. 'Perfect', I muttered. The box was slowing down and I felt the two doors above opening and gripped the knife tightly in my hands, its blade pointing upwards.

I looked up and saw......boys? There were about 50 teenage boys looking at me, no staring at me muttering stuff like, 'It's a girl?', 'What the shuck?', 'Is she hot?', and well I got the idea. A boy with blond hair jumped in the box and I steadied my knife and with the remaining energy I had I said, 'Who the hell are you and what am I doing here? Come any closer and I'll stab you!'. The boy took cautiously took a step back and said with a British accent, 'Whoa there greenie, calm down. We're not gonna harm you. This is the glade and if you'll put the bloody knife down, come on up and we'll answer all your questions.' I hesitantly nodded and let them pull me out of that horrid box and adjusted to the light, taking a look around. Suddenly, as if my stupid wound wanted to jump out and remind me it was still there, making me feel it's horrible pain, again.
I winced at the sudden pain and the blond haired boy said, 'You okay there greenie? Let's take you to a med-jack and get you cleaned up.' I couldn't hear a word he was saying, black dots dancing around in my vision and my body started to sway before it hit the ground, unconscious.
—Time skip—
I  slowly stirred, groaning from the throbbing pain in my head before everything started coming back to me. The glade? Boys? But I started panicking when I yet again realised that I had no memories, no recognition of who I might be, besides the fact that I'm a girl. A boy, a different one than earlier came in and shouted to probably no one in particular, 'She's awake!'A boy rushed in, the same blond one from earlier, Newt, and muttered to himself, 'Bloody hell,we're all shucked.' He then addressed me to probably explain what the hell's going on here, 'Are you alright? You passed out there, bandaged up your bloody head but couldn't do much about your clothes. You're bloody crazy you know that right?' I smiled at that then asked the pressing questions here, ' Why can't I remember anything? I don't know what's going on or where I am and I couldn't see any girls earlier? Where's my knife?' I asked a little exasperated at the thought that maybe something of mine, at least I thought so, was taken away. He replied with a small smile on his face which seemed a little troubled, 'This is the glade, right now it's night so you won't be able to see much today. And about the whole knowing nothing, well it happens to all of us here. There aren't any girls because well you're the bloody first. Your knife well it's right here with me and I guess you can bloody have it back.' He handed it to me and I smiled at him graciously, with even more questions in my head than before  but nevertheless muttered a quick 'thanks' and followed him out the building.
My stomach grumbled as I walked and felt every boy's eyes on me as I followed Newt to where ever he was taking me. He stopped at what looked like a dining area and gave me a quick plate of food. I smiled at him as a way of saying thank you and slowly started eating, my head still aching from earlier. While eating, a couple of boys came up to me and introduced themselves to me, a guy named Thomas, a kid called Chuck, the cook Frypan and apparently something called a Runner named Minho. I felt like an outsider there, among all the boys, like an alien. I started feeling a bit sleepy and exhausted after today, so Thomas and Chuck gave me some blankets and a change of clothes that might fit me. Chuck told me that he would clean my dirty and bloody clothes for me and I ruffled his hair and gave him a smile to say thank you. I laid down in a clearing near a wall and let sleep overtake me, still troubled with the absence of my name and the unbelongingness, I fell into a deep slumber.

[Hi everyone who may be reading this, I changed this into a book because I wanted to, I guess. Anyways, vote, comment and I hope you like it! See ya later shanks!]