Drawing a deep breath, Riley turned away from the box, and walked slowly towards the kitchen, enjoying the calm before the hurricane of questions and stares and muttered comments that would be inevitable once she walked in, when, all of a sudden, with no warning, a low alarm began. Quite at first, growing gradually louder. Riley spun in a circle, bewildered.
All the Gladers working or eating, turned to look at the box. Some dropped whatever they were holding. Some ran forward. Some gasped and started shouting. Most just stared. The homestead door flew open, and Minho, in his running gear, bust out, confusion prominent on his face.
He sprinted towards Riley, and shouted to be hear over the obnoxious wail of the siren.
"What the shuck is going on, Greenie?" He demanded, his eyes like fire, as if she would actually know.
"I don't know!" She cried. "What the hell is that noise?"
Minho's expression darkened. "The Greenie alarm, shank. C'mon." He grabbed her arm and yanked her forward, the two of them running for the box.
Newt, Gally and Alby were already there, looking equally confused. Soon, all the Gladers had formed a crowd behind them.
And finally, the doors swung open, revealing a boy. A boy around fifteen, brown hair, brown eyes, hunched in the corner of the box. He looked terrified. Two emotions hit Riley one after the other, in quick succession.
The first was sympathy. Mere days ago, it had been her in the box, staring up in astonishment at the Gladers, who, really, did look pretty scary, especially Minho and Gally, each looking as angry as the other.
The second was one thing she thought she wouldn't be feeling in a long time; recognition. She knew him. From somewhere. She had seen that face before.. In her dreams. Literally. She remembered a snippet of the previous night; running along the corridor, scared for her life. Then turning, seeing a brown haired boy staring at her in guilt from a door frame. A single glance before she had torn her gaze away and turned a sharp left.
Gally crouched down, his face stormy. He sneered. "Looks like a klunk in a t-shirt, this one." And a few of his cronies laughed.
Minho glanced over. "Cut it out, Slinthead. Grow up, will ya?"
Before Gally could say anything, Alby cut him off by asking the new guy something.
"What's your name, kid?"
The guy blinked once, twice.
"Thomas."
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-Delirious ]
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FanfictionShe wakes up in a metal box, cold and alone. Gone are her memories of her past, her friends, her family; all she knows is her name. Riley. She clings to it like a lifeline, the last part of her that remains. Thrown into a mysterious, huge maze fill...
