The Maze Runner Imagines Zodiacs Preferences {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Newt: Part 1

You woke with a jolt. You opened your eyes to find yourself in an unknown environment. Well, you didn't know if you knew this place; all you could see was darkness. You couldn't even see your hand when you waved it infront of your face.
You snapped out of your thought when you realised. You were moving. Not forwards or backwards, but up.
Up? Where could you be going that requires you to be rising up, with no memories.
Why can't you remember anything? You racked your brain for a memory, a memory of anything. But nothing came.
You could remember making muffins, but with whom you didn't know. You could remember going to the cinema, but what film you watched, and who with was a complete mystery... You guessed you'd never know.
You were once again removed from your thoughts by a sudden movement. The rising box, in which you were currently located, had suddenly come to a halt.
A blinding light appeared to be widening above you. You made out the blurry silhouettes of a few people looming up above.
You stared in awe when an unexpected thud occurred; you turned your head to look at the source.
A boy, strong and lanky looking, had jumped down into the chamber, and was now giving you a confused look. You could still guarantee that you were more puzzled than he was.
'Day one Greenie. Rise and shine.' That's all he said before being handed the end of a long rope. You didn't know what is was for, so you just stood there, waiting for an explanation.
One finally came.
'Put it around your waist, then we'll be able to get you out.' The boy that spoke had a soft, yet strong, British accent. It was kind of cute.
You did as he instructed, and slipped the rope around your hips. Suddenly, you were yanked upwards. There were a few murmurs from the surrounding audience; you could only make out one phrase.
'Its a girl?'
That's when you realised that all of the people around you where boys. Every single one.
You noticed something else, other than boys. Walls. You were enclosed in a box, surrounded by 40 foot high, ivy covered, stone walls, each with a gap in the middle.
'Ignore everyone, and come with me.' You turned to see the British boy, standing behind you. Now up close, you could clearly see his appearance.
His mop of blonde hair kept falling into his chocolate brown eyes. His jawline was certain; he was strong, yet skinny.
You followed, and you began to walk towards a supposedly hand made building.
'Ma names Newt.' He said. 'Welcome to the Glade.

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