!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 1

I wake up with a gasp. Feeling cold metal beneath me, I roll over and retch, a strange clear sludge burning it's way up my throat and out my mouth.

I look around; I'm in a pitch-black box that is moving steadily upwards. I can hear the clattering and groaning of chains that I assume are lifting the little room higher; towards... Somewhere.

Where am I?? I think desperately. Then an even more awful thought occurs to me, WHO AM I??? Desperately I rack my brain trying to remember something, anything at all about me or my family... But nothing comes, I can't remember a thing.

My breath starts to come quicker, and I feel myself growing lightheaded. I stumble to my feet in the darkness and reach out around me for anything to hold onto as the box flies upward. 

I cry out in pain, I've crashed into something solid in the darkness and ripped my jeans. From what I can tell I'm wearing a T-Shirt, a thick jacket, sneakers and jeans, the latter now torn.  I can feel a trickle of blood running down my leg from the wound, but it's too dark to see, so I can't do anything about it yet.

Suddenly the upward motion stops and I'm thrown back to the floor. Hitting my head I lay there, silently groaning in pain, terror coursing through me as the top of the box opens and blinding sunlight shines in.

I twist myself around and raise my hand in front of my eyes to try and see where I am, when I hear voices. I squint into the light, trying to see the speakers, and I can make out a few words.

"It's a girl!"

"A girl?" A chorus of different voices ask.

"Yeah, the shuckface Creators sent us a girl!"

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs!"

I scowl as I hear the last two phrases, not sure what to make of 'shuckface' just yet. I open my mouth to shout at them when a shadow blocks the light shining in my eyes, and I can see clearly.

A tall Asian boy is standing above me, holding his hand out to help me stand. Hesitantly I take it, and he hauls me to my feet. My eyes widen and I gasp, pain shooting through my injured leg. I stumble, but a strong pair of arms steady me.

"Hey, look at me."

I look up at him, terror still in my eyes. "Are you ok?" He asks, concern in his dark brown gaze. 

I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Vaguely I hear the buzz of loud conversation above me, but I block it out, focusing on this boy.

He smiles sympathetically at me and gestures to a makeshift rope ladder beside him. "Climb out." But as I move to do so, he puts a hand on my arm. I look up at him, scared he is going to change his mind and leave me in that terrible box.

"Don't run," he says. I stare at him blankly, my legs beginning to shake at even the thought of running. He looks at me and sighs, "Make sure she doesn't run for it Gally!" He calls to the top of the box. I hear an answering voice yell, "Don't tell me what to do Minho!"

The small part of my mind that isn't terrified out of its wits notes that the Asian boy's name is Minho. 

"One last question before you go up," he says, and I look at him. "What's your name?"

I stare at him, and finally finding my voice I whisper, "I don't know. I don't remember anything at all".

He smiles sadly, "Don't worry, every one of us was the same. None of us could remember anything when we first came up, but we remembered our names in a few days."