3rd Person POV

He woke up to pure darkness.

He heard the sound of movement, metal grinding against metal. He shot up and looked around, it was still dark.

The room was moving upwards, or was is moving sideways? He had no clue.

Soon enough the room passed some lights and started moving faster.

The room was moving upwards.

The boy felt the urge to vomit. He had no idea where he was and could not remember anything. Well, he could remember the outside world, just not how he got there or where there was.

Soon, he did vomit, a couple of deep, loud breaths following it. He attempted to stand, getting to a crouch. He heard a screech, curiosity taking over him. He turned and slowly crept towards the screeches. The creature that had made the sounds jumped towards the lift he was in, making him fall back. He got up again, going towards the wall. He looked up as the lift went up faster - he was going to crash into the ceiling. His thoughts went wild in a panic, his body reacting in probably the most useless way possible, but one of the only ways to react. He banged on the thin metal grated wall and yelled.

"HEY!! HELP ME!!" He shouted as the lift sped up even more. He was surprised at hearing his own voice.

The lift stopped suddenly, the boy falling onto his back. There was a loud sound - almost like an alarm, then everything went silent and it became pitch black again. The boy got confused, but then there was another alarm sound and some doors slid open above him. The boy's breath hitched in his throat as he was blinded by the light of the world above.

He had arrived.