Disclaimer; I do NOT own any of the characters apart from my OC. All rights go to James Dashner. Enjoy!

Chapter one

When I wake up, I feel the cold floor suck the last of my body warmth away. I stare up at the bitter darkness and take in a breath of dry, dusty air. I prop myself up on one elbow. A small red crack in the wall provides enough light for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. As I try to make out some shapes near me, I hear a sudden screech of metal against metal, and I start to move up. I fight the feeling of nausea but soon forget about it as I am faced with something even worse. A horrific sound as if someone was scraping a blackboard with their nails fills the room and I wonder if I will go crazy.

The room continues its ascent, swaying back and forth as I slowly become used to the noise. I sit still, staring into space as if it will give me the answers to the questions my mind can't. Where am I? Why am I here? WHO am I? I rub my forehead in confusion. My mind works flawlessly doing calculations and remembering how to swim, but why can't I remember such basic information? I run my hand through my hair noticing how long and thick it is. Damn. I must use tonnes of shampoo!

'Indeed you do.' I hear a female voice reply.

I am surprised but more curious than scared.

'Who are you?' I croak at first. Wow, is that really what I sound like?

'Where am I? Why am I here? What is my name? Where are you? HELLO?!' I ask the mysterious voice. I guess I have gone crazy! I hear a gentle chuckle that reminds me of tiny bells shivering in the wind.

'Lycka.'

And I remember.

I remember everything so fast it all becomes a blur. I look at my past as if through a frosted window, seeing certain places and people, tasting cookies and chocolate and ice-cream. I hear a laugh of a child, the sweet melody of a lullaby and the life changing,' I love you.' I fell myself smile at these memories, enjoying something I don't fully understand.

'The less you know the happier you are.' A voice came out of nowhere.

I feel a sudden tug at my sleeve, as if someone was pulling me out of my happy dream. I stand firm on the ground and continue looking out of the window, ignoring the voice.

'Lycka! You need to go.' I hear. I don't wanna.

A sudden wisp of smoke changes the images I see.

A tall grey building, rows of devastated children, everything clean and sanitary. No more fields of grass, lakes or sunshine, no more colours. Just grey. I see a group of children again, somewhat happier, in beds and a faint hum of a lullaby. I can't make out any of the words but I recognise the melody.

They change again and I stand in a dark room talking gently, trying not to give away my fear.

'I won't hurt you, I'm not like the others. You can trust me.'

Silence.

Who am I talking to?

I hear a scream and turn away as I can't look.

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

I hear a song, which I hate, but it sounds louder as I cover my ears with my hands.

Ring-a-ring o' Rosies,

'Stop it, please stop!'

A pocket full of posies,

'No, NO!' I scream louder

Ashes, ashes,

I cry, 'No don't do it!'

He jumps, there is blood everywhere…

We all fall down!

Little children cheer and laugh as I let myself be pulled away by an invisible force. Suddenly all goes quiet, and black.

I am once again surrounded by darkness. This time I feel unnaturally calm as if I was under strong medication. Maybe I am. Then I hear her voice again.

'Lycka.'

I turn around to face an expressionless woman, her hair in a tight French twist, and perfect white uniform. She wears no makeup, no jewellery, no nothing. Not even a smile. On the whole she looks quite… plain.

'Who are you?' I ask, sounding calmer than I actually feel.

She looks at me, straight in the eye, and if that didn't give me the creeps then her answer surely did.

'I am no-one.'

I am so confused right now.

'How can you be no-one? You have to be someone, I mean-'she lifts her hand up to stop me from going on.

'No-one. Do you understand?' I simply nod 'I don't have much time so pay attention. You, Lycka, are very special. You have been chosen to take part in the Maze trials. This will not be easy but I will be here,' she points to her head,' so you can always talk to me. Remember WICKED is good.' And with that she vanishes. Literally. I wonder for a few moments about what just happened. I was in a box, I heard strange voices in my head. I saw my life literally flash in front of my eyes and now I am a part of some kind of trials. Wow. I stand in the middle of blackness, surrounded by nothingness. I have gone crazy haven't I?

A/N

Hi there, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I know this one is a little short, I'll be aiming for 2000 or maybe 3000 words for the next one. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. Bye and I hope you have a good day, night, morning or afternoon.

And remember,

WICKED is good.