I've always been a good liar, I mean, I kind of have to be if I want to take down WICKED from the inside. I loved acting and performing when I was little, making me the perfect child for the Right Arm to use. The plan is simple, when i turn six, I sneak into wicked,get rid of that Teresa chick, pretend to be one of the kids, act all intelligent, make allies, and when I go into the maze, skip the memory wipe and head straight to the box. The plan was full proof, until I met one particularly interesting fellow. He had an accent thay I could never get out of my head. The day came when he was supposed to go into the maze, the day I hated. I had to pretend to be in love with another guy so that people thought I was Teresa. I learned how to talk telepathically with Thomas, the guy I had to pretend to love. I eventually got used to people calling me Teresa, like it was my real name, but it isn't, my name is Amathia, and I will take down WICKED.

...

"Bye Thomas" I say to the thirteen year old boy as I leave the room.

"Bye Teresa" He says with a smile and I smile back.

"Oh wait" He says before I shut the door behind me.

"What?"

"Its been thirty days since Mihno went into the maze"

"Oh yeah I forgot about that, who's next?"

Thomas pulls out his booklet and opens it.

"Alright, so Mihno and Alby are in, so next is..."

He scans the first page until his finger lands on a name.

"Newt" He says. I shrug my shoulders.

"Alright, lets go get him" I say and leave the room. Once away from Thomas' sight, a tear rolls down my face. Newt was my best friend and he never failed to cheer me up. Thomas leaves the room and I wipe the tear. We walk to Newts room and I knock on the door. The thing that sucks the most is that these boys don't even know about what happens to them every thirty days. They just think that they are apart of a small experiment that is over the day me and Thomas knock on their door.

Newt opens the door and smiles at me.

"Hi Teresa, Hey Tommy, what's up?"

He sounds almost happy, like his entire life wasn't wasted with torture experiments.

"You need to come with us, its time to start stage one" Says Thomas and Newt raises an eyebrow.

"Stage one, what are you bloody talking about Tommy?" His happiness fades and turns into confusion. I hate this, I hate this so much. I was told this was the second hardest thing I have to do, the first is surviving in the maze and pretend my memory was erased.

"Just come with us, it'll only take a few minutes" I say. He nods and leaves his room.

"Lead the way" I say to Thomas and he walks ahead of us.

"Amathia" I whisper to Newt.

"What?" He whispers back.

"My name isn't Teresa, its Amathia. I'm not going to see you for a few years" I say even quieter.

"Whats going to happen to you"

"Stage one"

We enter the white room and I sit on a chair next to a computer. In the middle of the room is a bed. Thomas has Newt lie on the bed.

"Can you guys tell me what's bloody going on now" Newt says, getting frustrated.

"Just trust us, you'll see" Says Thomas and opens a box. Inside the box is a syringe.

"Can I do it?" I ask Thomas. He smiles at me and hands me the needle. I hold the needle in my hands and stand next to Newt.

"Good luck" I say to him. I lean into his ear.

"I'm going to miss you" I whisper and kiss his cheek.

"When will I see you again?"

"Two years, you're not going to remember me, but I'm going to remember you"

"Why won't I remember you?" He asks.

I lean away and grab his arm.

"Goodbye" and I inject the syringe.

"Bye... Amathia" he whispers and his eyes close as he falls asleep.

Thomas grabs another syringe and sticks it in Newts head, erasing his memory.

Two large men walk in and one of them throws Newt over his shoulder.

We follow them and they toss Newt into the box as other men load it with the supplies.

"Good luck kid" A guy says as he shuts the box door and hits a button, sending the box, Newt, and the supplies to the maze.

"Lets go Teresa" Thomas says. Oh I can't wait to take down WICKED and all this torture will be over.