Radioactive || The Maze Runner, Newt

Chapter One

Inside the Box was noisy and all shaky. I couldn't think nor breathe straight straight with the little amount of oxygen in. Red lights flashed as a bead of sweat ran down my face. Where am I going? All I could remember is my name.

I also noticed that there were boxes, goods actually.

A few minutes passed and the box roughly stopped, making me bounce a little to where I was lying down. The box opened and sun light blinded my eyes, which made them shut tight and a the smell of sweat invaded my nose.

"It's a girl?" A voice with an accent said as he pondered.

My eyes were still shut, because I still didn't have the energy to make them open. "Is it dead?" A voice asked from afar.

"I think she's not breathing." The voice with an accent answered. "I'll check her pulse." He says as I felt a finger being placed by my wrist. A sigh of relief escaped from his lips. "She's still alive, come and help me bring her to the homestead." He calls out.

I open my eyes and turn at them, boys, all boys. "Oh no." My eyes widen at them. I shakily stood up and ran passing by the crowd. I ran away as far as I could, My heart thumping on my chest as my feet were starting to get hurt as each step landed on the grassy ground. I could hear them cheer, happily. I don't get it.

I realized that there were tall walls, it's like we're trapped. I waved my head for possible places to hide and luckily found a tall tree fort.

'I think that's it.' I thought as I swerved my direction towards it. I climbed the stairs with speed and reached to the top. I hurriedly shut the trapdoor and tumbled on my back, breathing for air, desperately. I shut my eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Thoughts started to cloud my mind, searching for possible answers on how I got here, but none were feasible. Loud footsteps were starting to surround the tree fort, luckily I'm a sixty feet good away from them. Then of course they were shouting.

"Greenie!" "Hey! New Glader." What? Greenie? Glader? In what country am I in?

"Leave me alone!" I shout as I find a couple of things that are good to throw at them. Without hesitation I grab a couple and threw it on the air, purposely landing on them.

"Hey! If you do that again I swe-" I cut him off by throwing a can at him. I can hear him groan in frustration, but I was too frightened to even snicker.

The next few moments were terrible, Shouting (Telling me to come down and calling me a Greenie). What the heck is even a Greenie?

Then I heard the voice again, the one with the thick accent. "Hey, I'm Newt. I bet you want to know where you are." He shouts from below. I poke my head out and stopped from throwing anonymous. "I know you're afraid. Believe me, we all are. Just listen to me." He says his voice thick with accent. "I'm gonna go up okay? I'm gonna put my things down." He o says As he drops his blade down on the ground making a clank sound. "I'm unarmed now, see?" He says as he started to climb the stairs. I hesitantly grab the blade behind me and pointed it at him when he opened the trapdoor.

"Woah, Relax." He stepped away and gestures his hand swiftly to put down the weapon. "I'm Newt." He says as he nods. He has a dirty-blond hair, dark hazel eyes and pale skin. He kinda looked like sixteen.

"Where am I?" I ask, still pointing the blade at him. "Why can't I remember anything?"

"It's normal, you're suppose to remember your name a day or tw-" I cut him off.

"Tori." I say.

"Good." He says amazed. "Now why don't we just-" He says as he slowly reached the weapon and dropped it to the floor. "There we go." He says as a genuine smile forms on his face.

He lets out a sigh of relief and smiles at me. "You made a good run though." He compliments.

"I was terrified. It's just reflex." I admit. It really was a reflex. "So where am I? What's this place?" I ask eagerly, I still don't trust his guts.

"Welcome to the Glade." He says.