As I open my eyes pure darkness surrounds me.

Where am I?

Who am I? I think it starts with an M... why can't I remember?

I try to speak out, to call out for anyone, but nothing seems to be coming out. On my hands and knees i crawl over to what feels like a corner of a box. My hands slide over rusted metal and do my best at trying to break free, wrapping my fingers through the holes of the metal and pulling with all my might. The box lurches upward flinging me back. In an attempt to stop myself from slamming into the other side I reach out for anything, but my hand meets what seems to be a knife. My eyes close tight and tears slip down my cheeks. Still no sound escapes past my lips.

The box continues upwards and it feels like an eternity has passed when it finally comes to a stop.

"The buggin' box is almost an hour late today."

The voice startles me thankfully my eyes have adjusted to the lack of lighting and I see the shape of a box in the opposite corner. I quickly scurry and curl up next to it.

Light peers in making me squint and throw my arm over my eyes.

"New Greenie! Wonder what Keeper the shuck face is going to get stuck with." A voice calls out.

"Probably end up as a slopper." Another chuckles

"Looks like the Green bean fancies a game of hide and seek. I'mma go get the bloody shank out of there. Give me a minute."

That voice is different...an...English accent?

Why do I remember that?

"Hey" He calls out, "No need to be afraid."

I peer out a bit past the box and quickly regret it as he spots me.

"Are you hurt? There's an awful lot of blood in here. I'll get you to the Med-Jacks. They can patch ya' up."

He stops in front of me and I back up as far as I can. He looks at me puzzled.

"I'll be..." He murmurs.

"Ay Newt what the shuck is taking you so long? Shank your new lover?!"

Howls of laughter and hooting follow.

"You lot ain't gonna believe this... It's a girl."

"A girl?"

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs."

"Ah you dumb shank. I'll take good care of her!"

Tears begin to roll down my face and the boy in the box turns his attention back towards me.

"Everything's gonna be okay, love. Not here to hurt you. Just gonna get you out of here and somewhere safe. I promise." He coos softly to me and extends his hand out. "They ain't gonna touch you."

I take his hand and shot of electricity flows through me.

"Woah..." He gasps, "That's quite the cut you have there. We'll have Clint and Jeff take a look at it."

I nod as he brings me over to a piece of rope cascading over the top of the box.

"Put your foot in the loop...yeah like that..good. Boys, pull us up!"

His hands grip on to the bit of rope on top of mine. My body cradles into him as the people above us pull us up from the box. When we are hoisted onto the lush grass I quickly jump to my feet and brush the dirt off of me with my good hand. The boy who had helped me, Newt, followed suit.

"She is quite the looker." A tall boy marches over, hammer in hand.

I nearly topple over back into the box, but Newt catches me and brings me into his chest.

"Gally" He barks with a slight growl still hitched in his throat, "you bloody shank, think it's a good idea to go up to the little lady here with a bloody hammer in hand! All of you get back to work now!"

I can get a better look at him now than I could in the box.

He is tall and skinny with a fair amount of muscle on his arms. His blonde shaggy hair is an adorable mess and his brown eyes have slight bags under them. He looks like he hasn't gotten any sleep in at least a week. And that jawline makes his face seems almost regal.

You seem so familiar.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie."