The Maze Runner-Xander's story.

The Box

The first thing I remember is cold darkness . Stale, musty air floods into my lungs. I stand up and cough violently, trying to remove the vile taste. That's when I notice where I am. A thick metal cage. In one corner, there are crates and boxes. I walk unsteadily towards them. Bending down, I see letters etched into them.
W.I.C.K.E.D.
What does that mean? What does it stand for? While examining all boxes for the same letters, I hear a sound that makes me stop dead. Grinding. Metal against metal. Then a sudden jolt makes me fall to my knees. I look down through the small holes in the cage at nothing but black. And as I'm kneeling there, I notice something for the first time. The cage is moving ever so slightly. Up.

I decide to crawl over to the corner opposite the crates and sit, hugging my legs to my body for warmth. Fear has consumed me and I can't do anything else except wait. The cage, now obviously an elevator, is gaining momentum, making me even more nervous. I wonder if I'm in a dream, just a bad nightmare. I pinch myself hard and I can feel it plenty. So its not a dream. I start racking my brains for anything that could explain this situation. And that's when I start to truly freak out. I can't remember. Anything. I manage to grasp onto one fact. My name is Xander. That's it. Yet how could that be possible?

Suddenly, the elevator grinds to a halt. I wait for something to happen. "Help," I cry weakly. After what seems like an hour, two sliding doors move outwards above, letting light into the elevator. I instantly put my hands up to shield my eyes. And from above I hear voices.
"Alby! Get your shuck ass over here!"
"Don't talk to your leader like that slinthead!"
"Anyone see anything? What does the Greenie look like?"
"Like a bloody shank! What do you expect?"
"Hope you enjoyed the ride Greenie!"
"Ain't no ticket back man."
Fear pierced my chest again at the strange words. I dared a look above and what I saw surprised me. There was a group of around 30 teenage boys all peering down at me curiously. Then, the crowd parted for one particular boy who strode out confidently to the edge of the elevator. He jumped onto one of the boxes then down to the floor beside me. He crouched down and offered me his hand. And spoke to me; his words I would never forget:
"Nice to meet ya shank, Welcome to the Glade."