Grievers Creator

Chapter One - The Glade

Pov (M/N)

'WICKED is good' the sound of those words echoed throughout my mind as unfamiliar scenes flash across my vision. Some showed white-walled rooms and others blurred out faces of people I couldn't seem to recognize. The muffled sound of voices made my head feel fuzzy, unable to focus on the words being said by those around me. Soon enough these glances of these moments began to go faster. So fast that in turn, they mixed in together, everything got so loud then it all went dark and there was a moment of silence.

"Ahhh" taking in a massive gasp of air as I come to, coughing up some kind of liquid that had occupied itself within my throat and lungs. Felling as though I am drowning in it. As I become fully conscious of my surroundings a blaring siren-like noise begins to fill my ears causing me to quickly scramble back until I hit the side of the small space that I'm in. The feeling of the cage flying upwards at great rates of speed made me feel nauseous and terrified, there was no way out. Boxes and crates all around me.

Pain shoots throughout my side as I get slammed into a crate as the cage comes to a sudden and aggressive halt. The sounds of gears turning puts me on high alert before two large pieces lift up above me and a blinding light comes in the moment there is an opening. I sit there for a bit in shock, not knowing where I was and that I am unable to remember anything from my past "What the absolute shuck is going on" frustration evident within my voice.

"There ought to be some kind of way outa here" muttering to myself as I try shifting some boxes and crates around to form some kind of step. Above me are too large metal-grid gates which are the only thing separating me now from whatever is outside of this box. If I can stack enough stable crates together I should be able to reach the gates and push them open. With enough stability under my feet I start to push up on one of the gates "Jesus" there is a lot of weight and resistance trying to push back down as I push up.

Finally, with one last big push the gate swings open with a loud 'clang' as it hits the outer sides of the box. Grabbing onto the side of the cage I swing myself up and out, rolling across the ground as I do so. Quickly popping up off the ground, brushing off the dirt and grass that now covered my clothes. My eyes go wide as I spin around to take in all of my surroundings "Holy Shuck" was the only verbal reaction I could muster out. Four impossibly high concrete walls covered with moss surrounded me, making me feel as though I am trapped within a massive box. Each wall had a giant sliding door on it, one door, in particular, is wide open showing pathways to somewhere behind the walls around me. Moss and ivy hanging off the walls.

Within this glade-like area, there are lots of wooded areas as well as open fields. The box I had just come out of is placed close to the middle of the whole area, so I have a good view of all points of the Glade. Most of the large doors off in the distance are behind a lot of woodland areas that follow along the walls, though it was clear the reasoning for the other one to be open. It leads onto the largest part of open grass within the entire area, making it the most accessible of the four.

Hesitantly I start to wonder closer to the open door to find out if I could get a better idea of what would be beyond the wall but the closer I got the more anxiety spiked within me. As curious as I am there is a part of me that tries to pull me away, to keep me from wandering anywhere past those doors. Standing right in front of them makes me realize how massive the walls and doors of this place are, they make me look tiny. As if they were made for giants. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a loud cranking of gears sounds from the doors in front of me before a gust of wind came rushing at me from beyond the doors, my eyes widen in partial awe as I watch the doors begin to slide shut. The doors make a final sealed noise as they meet in the middle shutting me within the walls.