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Wires eyes shot open. There was noise everywhere, he couldn't concentrate. The cool metal underneath his fingers felt rough, and red flashing lights flew past at lightning speeds. Wire had no clue where he was. No clue how he got here, or where he was going.
The boy stood up but went too fast. The sudden movement sent a wave of pain up to his head, and he doubled over, emptying the foul contents of his stomach onto the floor.
"Bloody hell." He muttered, spitting the last bits out. Suddenly the strange moving contraption came to a stop, causing Wire to fall to his knees, again. Letting out another curse he clutched the ground, his eyes shut tight. A splitting headache was building, and not promising to go away any time soon.
Wire shuddered, and decided that staying on the floor would be safer for now. He pulled himself into a corner and pulled his knees up to his chest. It was so dark. So cold. So...smelly?
Running a hand through his hair, the kid tried to think. Where was he? In a dark room that was moving at terrifying speeds two seconds ago. Great.
Before more than five minutes had passed, a sudden, blinding light appeared from the roof. The crack widened until the two sides of the roof fell apart. What felt like sunlight streamed into the box, and Wire had to shield his eyes.
"What the..." a strange voice echoed from above. Jesus? Is that you? Wire thought, slightly hysterically. The situation was so bloody confusing. "Minho! Newt! Get over here!"
The voice was deep but still had a youthful ring to it. Maybe seventeen, or eighteen? Suddenly, a head appeared from the roof, blocking some of the sunlight. "Hey, you down there!" Wire squinted up at him, still curled up in the corner.
"What?" Wire shouted hoarsely, his voice gravelly from lack of use, he assumed. "Where am I?" Instead of answering, the teen jumped down to join him, landing in the middle of the box.
"I'm Alby, ‘scuse my manners, but you're the first human we've had come up in the Box. You can see why we're a bit confused." Wire frowned.
"Human? What, you've been getting mind-wiped aliens coming up instead?" Despite the situation, he snickered.
The boy, Alby, was not impressed. He stared at him blankly, then shook his head and extended a hand. Wire took it thankfully, and pulled himself up, deciding he could trust this bloke. For now.
Before he could say another word, a rope flew down from above, landing next to Wire's feet. "Alby! What's down there?" A British voice echoed from above. And there's God. Wire clenched his teeth, he was losing his mind.
"Not what, more like who." The dark-skinned boy replied, his forehead wrinkled in a frown. "We might need another rope."
A few cries of confusion and worry echoed down, and Wire shook his head. What was this place? What was going on? Who was he? That last thought struck him. Who was he? Wire couldn't remember...anything. There were ideas and visions of a world outside of this box, but not of people. No names, faces, nothing. The teen swallowed, his heartbeat racing. Something was very, very wrong.
Before too long, another rope had been found, and Wire was above ground, surrounded by a group of maybe twenty boys of a similar age. They were all staring at him like he was an artifact, something that could disappear any second.
"Who are you?" Wire asked, wanting answers, and wanting them now. The crowd was so close that he couldn't see anything past them. No way to know where he was.
"We're asking the questions here, newbie." That was the boy who had introduced himself as Alby.
"Except you haven't asked many blooming questions yet." Wire shot back, crossing his arms. That earned him a few snickers from the group.
Alby just rolled his eyes. "Kid, we just want to know what you remember, if anything. Make sense?"
"Yeah that makes sense buddy" He replied scathingly, this guy was starting to piss him off. "But no, I don't remember crap. Just my name and that's it." Wire told him, starting to get impatient.
"C'mon Alby, give him a break. Remember what it was like when we first woke up?" A new voice piped up, and a lanky blonde-haired teen stepped forward. His thick hair just reached his shoulders, and his brown eyes contrasted with his tanned skin. Wire gulped, shuffling awkwardly on his feet. "The name’s Newt." The guy stated, holding his hand out.
Wire blinked, then shook it firmly. Newt's hand was surprisingly soft. "Wire." He replied. Newt nodded and glanced at his friends.
"Basically what Alby here is trying to say is that we've all been here for a few months. And the only thing that's come up in the Box has been food and other supplies." Nods of agreement all around. "You the first...human to join us from that pit of hell."
Wire frowned, his mind racing. He ran a hand through his hair, which was all over the place. "You keep saying that." Wire gulped, trying to think this all through. "Where am I? What is this place?" Newt and Alby glanced at each other, then parted, leaving a gap for Wire. He stepped through, unsure, then glanced up.
Wire froze, what was in front of him. It was spectacular and terrible all in one. Walls. Ivy-covered stone walls filled Wire's vision. They were impossibly tall, four of them, surrounding a large section of grass. The group stood in the middle of a clearing, with what looked like a forest on the side, and the small beginnings of a house to the other side.
Wire couldn't quite process everything, those walls. Who had built them? It must have taken years of effort, not to mention the design. Wire's mind was ticking over time, trying to figure out every detail of the wall, the mechanics of it. He felt his breath speed up a little, catching in his chest. But before Wire started to panic too much, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to the Glade newbie."