Escaping the Maze

Chapter 1

A/N these characters are made up by James Dashner, I'm just making up a backstory for the group B glade, hope you like it!

I wake up abruptly to a sharp noise of metal against metal. Actually, I don't think I'm awake. I can't move, I can't open my eyes to see where I am.
I feel the ricketiness of a grate below me, pressing into my skin. I feel a ball of paper crunched up in my hand, but I can't unclench my fist.
I hear faint voices, gradually getting louder.
"Two newbies in two days? This is plain wrong." I hear a girl's voice grumble as metal hinges squeak above me and I can see sunlight, bright through my eyelids.
"It's a guy." Another voice says excitedly, and after that it gets chaotic.
"I call dibs!"
"Is he cute?"
"How old is he?"
"What does he look like?"
"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN AND SHUT YOUR TRAPS." A girl thunders hopping down into the box with a clang.
"He's not awake. He can't be sleeping." She says after a minute, prodding me with her foot to make sure. "Help me hoist him up."
Another person clangs down beside me, and I feel myself getting lifted. I'm supported by four arms for a couple minutes, then I'm set down on grass, or what feels like grass.
"What's wrong with him?" Someone asks.
"Is he faking it?" Asks another.
Suddenly, I shoot up, sitting straight up, and my eyes fly open.
My vision is blurry and I can't see anything, but I say something that doesn't feel like it's coming from my throat.
"Everything is going to change."
Then I fall back down, my eyes closed. But my left arm stays straight up pointing at the sky, with the paper folded inside.
"There's a piece of paper in here." A girl says, forcing my fist to unclench as she removes the paper and reads it.
"He's the last one. Ever."
I hear a bunch of talk and heated discussion, but I am brought away by two more sets of hands, and placed in a bed.

I can see a younger version of myself sitting at a table in a room with no windows and no furniture except for the table and a few chairs. A woman sits across from me, trying to make me focus.
"Aris!" She says urgently, but I'm not listening. I'm sick and tired of WICKED I hate everything they've done to me, giving me telepathic powers.
Teresa? I think. You there?
I hope she answers. I can't stand this woman trying to tell me when I'll be going into the glade.
Yeah Aris? What is it? Teresa says back through my head.
I can't stand this person, they're telling me I'm going into the glade in three days. I say, focusing.
Teresa goes quiet and she doesn't answer, even when I call her name again.
They probably cut our connection off.
Later, I see myself-probably a few days later-going into this thing called the swipe.
"Aris, you don't have to do this." Rachel, my best friend says beside me.
"Yes I do Rach. They're sending you first and I'm not letting you go all by yourself."
"It won't matter. You won't remember anyways.
They tell me that I'm going into the glade, and that I always have to remember that: WICKED is good.

Now, I don't know what that means.
"Hello?" I hear a female voice cutting off my memories. I can tell this is in the present, her voice is as sharp as a blade.
I force my eyes open, and sit up abruptly. A girl with wavy red-brown hair scrambles back at the bedside.
"WICKED is good!" I say out loud and turn to her.
"Rachel! I remember you! You were..." I trail off, the rest of the sentence gone. I don't, at least not anymore. I thought I did a second ago.
"Umm, I'm sorry. I have no idea who you are." She says, somewhat apologetically.
"Sorry, I thought I did. I can't remember now. Is that your name? Rachel?" I ask, wondering briefly if I actually know her.
"Yes, that is. How did you know?" She says, suspiciously.
"Oh, I must of heard it while I was unconscious. I think I was in a coma, how long?" I ask, thinking that was the only reasonable answer.
"You must've. And, you've been in a coma for a week and a half. Ten days." She says, thinking for a minute.
"Ten days! Where am I? Who am I?" I say, realizing I can't remember anything.
"You're in a place called the glade. I came only a few days before you. I don't know much, sorry." She says, grimacing.
"That's okay." I say, and I get up out of the bed I'm in, stretching.
"The newbie's up!" I hear a female voice calling from what seems to be the bottom floor of this place. "He's normal? Crazy?"
A girl walks through the door, she has straight pale red hair and grey eyes.
"Name's Harriet. Sorry about that last comment, Sonya isn't exactly the nicest person." She says smiling at me just as another girl walks in, pushing past her.
"So? Are you crazy?" She asks, who I'm assuming is Sonya. She has curly dark brown hair and dark skin. Her eyes are a smooth dark brown. "He seems to be normal. Boring in my books." She shrugs and leaves.
"Sorry again." Harriet says, blushing slightly.
"It's okay. Can you tell me where I am and what I'm doing here?" I ask, looking at Rachel who's been silent mostly.
"You're in the Glade. Let me show you around. Rachel, you come too. I think you're supposed to be a med-jack today, but I'll let you off the hook." Harriet says, and pulls Rachel up from the chair beside the table an walks out. Taking the hint, I follow.
"So, the Glade is divided into four sections, gardens, homestead, bloodhouse, deadheads. There's a bunch of jobs like for instance: runner, slicer, med-jack, builder, bunch of others. You try for each, and we place you in one. Gardens and deadheads; self explanatory. Bloodhouse, where the slicers work and personally, it's disgusting. Homestead; where you just were. It's where the med-jacks work and some gladers sleep. Got it?" Harriet says, explaining everything and pointing I things as she goes on.
"Yeah, what's the big thing in the middle?" I ask, pointing to some big box thing in the very center of the Glade.
"That's the box. Each month they send us a newbie; you. That rule was kind of broken when you showed up shortly after Rachel, and you're the last one. That's what the note said at least. They send us supplies every week, but I doubt they will anymore."
"So I basically screwed you guys over when I got here?" I say, immediately feeling a twinge of guilt.
"It's not your fault. It's who sent us here." Says Rachel, speaking for once.
"I know, but who is that?" I ask, and at their blank faces I add, "nobody knows do they?"
The girls both shake their heads.
"Why am I the only boy? There's only girls here." I say, frowning at the realization.
"We don't know. You're the first and last boy, and the last glader to enter this glade for what I feel is going to be a long time."