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Subject A4 - the Alpha

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Alyssa woke up to a cold, dark elevator. She was surrounded by crates, and she immediately shivered. She'd never been so cold in her life. . . .

The elevator jolted to a stop, causing Alyssa to yelp. The doors - which, for some freaky reason, were at the top - opened with a loud groan. Alyssa instinctively flinched away from the blinding light that shone through.

A shocked murmur of voices - male, all of them ranging in pitch, which meant the age range was varied - rang through her ears. A boy leaped into the box-esque room and extended a hand. He was roughly seventeen, Asian, and muscular, with short jet-black hair and kind eyes. His voice was slightly deep and held authority. It sent shivers down Alyssa's spine as he said, "Day One, Greenie. Rise and shine!"

Alyssa hesitantly took his hand and was immediately thrust into the world of the Glade.

***timeskip to the Bonfire brought to you by Chadwick Boseman saying that T'Challa is dead instead of revealing spoilers***

Alyssa was now versed in the lingo of the Gladers - that's what the group of boys had dubbed themselves years ago, according to the one in charge, Alby - and was sitting with the boy who had pulled her out of the box. His name was Minho, and he was the leader, or Keeper, of a group of Gladers called the Runners. Minho had a small smirk on his face as he tried a bunch of crappy pick-up lines on her. He was drunk off his ass, but come on, man! Learn some originality, will ya?

The Glade's second-in-command, Newt, eventually saved Alyssa from Minho's poor attempts at flirting, bless his heart. He snickered, "Don't mind Minho. He flirts with anything that breathes." Alyssa laughed as she took a sip of water. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock, I noticed. I'm not an idiot." Newt raised his hands in surrender as he yelped, "I never said you were! Calm down there, Greenie!"

"Aw, come on, Newt! Quit monopolizing the Greenbean and let her fight a little, huh?" This latest voice belonged to Gally, the Keeper of the Builders. Minho, Alby, Newt, Chuck, Winston, and Thomas had all warned Alyssa to avoid him. Alyssa narrowed her eyes as she glared at the boy and sniped, "Dream on, pal. I'm not gonna stoop to your level." The boys - excluding Gally - were all blown away by the snark. Thomas yelled, "WHOA! SHOTS FIRED!" Minho crowed, "ROASTED!" Newt managed to gasp in between peals of laughter, "You need Loki to fix that burn?"

Gally glared at Alyssa, who matched his glare with three times the Keeper's ferocity. Long story short, this meant war.