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The girl woke up in a gasp. She couldn't see anything. But she heard things. Metal grinded against metal. It had created more cringe-worthy sounds. The girl feebly attempted to shelter her ears and failed. She doesn't remember her own name. But she could remember countries. She could remember how to world worked but she didn't know who made it work.

The lift thing raised itself upward. It had picked up its pace and sped up even more. She didn't know how much time it would take to get this thing to take her to where she was supposed to go. But it stopped eventually. The harshness of the stop threw her back effortlessly into the lift's floor. She hissed at the bruise beginning to form on her back.

Flashes of light blinded her eyes. Her head was pounding from the banshee-like blaring of an alarm. Poor ears, poor eyes, poor head, poor body, poor soul. This was the moment that she knew she felt pain. She knew she was in pain. She was stuck here and she didn't know how to get out.

The answer came into plain sight as sunlight seeped into the box lift. She could see shadows and hear voices. Without a second thought, she hid behind a tall barrel, hoping it was enough to obscure her from view.

"I don't see the greenie." Gally muttered impatiently.

"Go on, Newt. Look for him." Minho suggested.

Newt said nothing and jumped down.

"Come on out, we won't hurt you." Newt assured calmly. He saw a large box labelled 'Monroe'. He didn't smell puke at all. Guess this greenie had a strong stomach. Then, he heard a feminine groan. The person was─

"What the shuck is taking so long?" Alby yelled.

"I don't see him. If y'all would slim it for a second maybe the greenie wouldn't be so scared." Newt snapped, not at Alby but for the rest screaming and yelling.

He heard a moan of pain this time. Finally finding the source of the sound, he looked behind a tall barrel and saw short blonde hair belonging to a person curled up in a ball.

"C'mon. We won't hurt ya, promise." The person raised his head only for Newt to see a girl's face. She looked right past him with stormy grey eyes.

"It's a bloody girl." Newt yelled. Strangely, that didn't frighten the girl. And she kept looking right past him and what was right past him? The box labelled 'Monroe'.

"She hot?"

"I'll call dibs!"

"Nuh uh! I will!"

"No one is callin' dibs, you shuckin' slintheads!" Alby yelled angrily.

"Monroe," It felt wrong on his tongue for some reason. "Let's get out of here, yeah?" Monroe nodded silently and stood up.

"Hold on then, we'll get out of here by rope." He instructed. She didn't seem to mind.

"Rope down, Minho!" He ordered. Monroe clung to him as Minho lowered the rope so he could pull them out.

Getting out was easy. Several people pulled the rope back up and there were others standing on the side to help them out.

"Holy pile of klunk!" One of them wolf-whistled. Monroe kept a calm composure and decided not to let their jeers affect her.

"I know you." A guy with a squashed up nose and a sneering face spat. Monroe blinked. How would he if not even herself would know?

He lunged right at her, pushing Newt away, who was beside her. Pinning her down, he spat endless insults, and began strangling her. No one did anything for a second. Monroe recovered her wits and despite the pain in her back. She kicked his most prized possession and when that wasn't enough to get him off of her, she smashed his head with her own and pushed him off.

"Just remember, doll," He sneered, pausing for dramatic effect. "Once they know who you are, they'll be banishing you." He stood up without so much as another word.

"Put Gally in the Slammer. Now!" Alby ordered coldly. Several builders nodded and got Gally in vice grips.

"And her, get her to the council room." Newt led Monroe to the council room with many of the Gladers following right behind them.

"So, greenie. You've beaten up Gally's ass within a day," A boy with Asian descent sat beside her in one of the front row chairs.

"I salute ya for that." He remarked, laughing.

"I'm Minho by the way." She looked at him curiously.

"Everyone seems to call me Monroe, I guess that's my name." She uttered for the first she was here.

"Don't be sad now," He mocked. "You'll get your name in a day or two."

"─what do you say we should do with her?" Alby asked, Monroe's attention now shifted to the crowd.

"Make her our slave!" One of them suggested. As if.

"We can put her in the Slammer with Gally." Another suggested. Never ever. No.

"How about we just treat her like an ordinary greenie and be done with it?" A blond boy beside a dark-skinned boy questioned.

"Besides, she didn't know the rules." One piped in.

"It's called self-defence. You clearly saw what he did so I, in return, retaliated." Monroe responded curtly, each word clipped.

"She does have a point." Minho added.

"Alright. So about the sleeping arrangements." Whispers of excitement drifted through, signalling everyone wanted Monroe on their bed.

"Shut up, you slintheads! She'll be rooming with one of the Keepers as they can actually accommodate extra space for the girl." Alby barked.

"She-bean'll be rooming with me." Minho stated.

"That okay with you?" Alby's eyes shifted to Monroe who nodded.

"Good that, now back to work, shanks! Newt, take her to the tour." Alby dismissed.

"Well, she-greenie, come on." Monroe said nothing and followed suit.

"So, this is the council room. We hold our meeting here and that was Alby, the leader. I'm Newt, the second-in-command." Monroe nodded.

"Are you just going to keep nodding or are you going to say something? Aren't you going to ask anything?"

"I really don't like small talk."

"Well, this ain't small talk."

"I don't have any questions."

"That's new. You're the calmest greenie so far. No questions, you didn't even puke in the box."

"What's the point of asking questions when I know I'm never getting answers?" She pointed out.

"Good point. Let's go meet Fry. Betcha he's cookin' up some great food. Sound good to ya?" Monroe merely smiled.

AN: If you want me to continue, please say so. This is my second story in this fandom and will not be updated as much as the Last Trials until it's done. I hope y'all had a great holiday! (::)