Turncoat | Maze Runner

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Darkness is all I see. A prominent pounding coming from deep within my skull indicated to me that I'd hit my head, or someone else has. The coldness of what I believe to be metal suddenly hit my cheek as I started to regain my feeling and senses. A low mechanical grinding sound grabbed my attention as it got louder and louder in my ears as I move up in this box, no cage. I scrunch my face tightly and blink my eyes as hard and as quick as I can until my vision slightly clears, I still can't see much.

I sit up from my laying down position and whip my head around quickly, a dull ache arises in my neck and travels up towards my head but I ignore it, I need to figure out where I am. I reach my hands out in front of me to try and feel my way around seeing as my sight isn't doing me any favours in my current low-light environment. I try to stand up but a sudden shake of the moving cage knocks me down to my hands and knees, only now do I realise how quick it's moving.

A panic chokes me and forbids me from breathing for a few seconds.

"Hey!" I shout, my voice is raspy from not being used.

"Is anyone out there?!" I shout again, I begin to panic even more as I don't get a response and the cage only continues to move quicker. What happens when I reach the top? I think, what if I crash into it?

The only things I could remember was a name, not even my name. Newt, whoever that is.

I burrow myself into a corner and try to think of my own name, soon letters begin to come to me. An L, maybe Lindsey? No that doesn't sound right. The rest of the letters come to me and my name becomes clear in my head, Lucy.

Why can't I remember anything? The question danced around my head for a while. I mean it's not like I can't remember anything. I can remember going to the park but not who I went to with and I can remember learning how to ride a bike just not who taught me. Then something else enters my head, walking down a white corridor with big men in black suits stood at every door. A phrase pops up in my brain. WICKED is good. But what's WICKED?

I sat on a random blanket I found and hugged my knees, the blanket blocked the harsh cold of the metal from my skin. Around 15 minutes pass but it feels like days, sitting in silence, on my own. I wonder if this is just how I'll be living now... in a cage that stinks of meat.

My eyes widen when I hear a distant noise. Are they voices? A mix of emotions rushes to me, happiness, excitement, fear, terror. What if they try to kill me? What if they try to eat me! Is that why I'm surrounded by food? I shake the silly thoughts from my head just as quickly as they had entered.

A thin strip of bright light invades my box of familiarity and it quickly turns from a line to a rectangle and the light pours in, filling every single corner of the cage. The previously quiet voices are now loud and very present. I don't think they could see me because they all started talking and whispering to each other.

"Where's the Greenie?"

"What the shuck?"

"What's going on I can't see!"

"Slim it, Lou, the adult's are looking."

"What the bloody hell's going on?"

A boy jumped down and the cage swayed from side-to-side for a moment or two. The boy finally set his eyes on me and his expression was unreadable.

"What is it Newt?"

Wait a damn minute did he just say Newt? Is this the person who's name I remembered before my own?

"It's a girl." He paused before saying my gender, a few people gasped and others went back to whispering to each other.

"Why did the shuck creators give us a girl?"

"This has to be a mistake."

"Is she hot?"

"Shut up, shank."

"Get her up here, Newt."

The boy they called Newt hadn't taken his eyes off me for a second and if he wasn't as handsome as he was I would've been creeped out.

I stood up and laid my eyes on the group of boys that surrounded the top of the cage. I didn't see a single girl and my breathing must've quickened because Newt spoke softly to me.

"Hey Greenie, it's okay they don't bite." He chuckled, something about him seems so damn familiar. He offered me his hand and I took it, a shiver was sent down my spine as our skin touched, it was like we had touched before but I was sure we hadn't. From the look on his face, it was clear he was thinking the exact same as I was.

"Alright give us the rope," The blond boy called out to the boys up top, soon after a scratchy thick rope fell into the cage, "After you love."

I didn't hesitate to take the rope in my hands and hoist myself out, one of the others must've put their hands on me and lifted me because I ended up flying in the air and landing on the ground with a thud. Clearly, I'm lighter than they expected.

"Well done Archie, you broke the Greenie." Laughs were heard from all around me, I heard Newt clamber his way out of the cage.

"I didn't mean too!" Someone, presumably whoever Archie was, yelped. The same person hurried to my side and tried helping me up. I swatted his hand away and a couple of the boys snickered.

I stood up just as quickly as I had fallen and the first thing I saw were walls, four, large, stone walls. They formed a perfect square that encased a courtyard full of grass, trees and badly built structures.

"What the," I whispered more to myself than anyone else.

"Take in all in Greenie."

I heard another person sneak up behind me until I could feel his breath linger on my ear. I turned to face whoever it was and was met with a tall dark-skinned boy who seemed to be the oldest out of the group that surrounded me.

"Welcome to the Glade."