I sat like I usually did at my desk, awaiting to be rescued from my shift. There was hardly anyone left in The Hive, everyone was either eating dinner or getting ready for bed. Only Aris, Hannah, and another girl I didn't recognize were accompanying me in my torturous night shift. Most of the gladers were asleep by now, the maze doors had long been closed. I heard Newt and Alby conversing quietly over Chuck.

"What do we do with the greenbean?" Newt asked his superior.

Alby just shrugged nonchalantly. "There's nothing we can do. He's going to have to stick it out like the rest of us. Just because he's 13-"

12,actually.

"— doesn't mean he gets special treatment. We all went through the same thing he did."

"Yeah," Newt agreed, "But I literally saw the greenbean have a bloody breakdown in the bathrooms."

Alby placed his muscley hands on his wide hips. "He'll find his niche. In the meantime I want you to stop worrying about greenies and start worrying about how the shuck we're going to fix that hole in the side of the homestead."

Newt let out an almost inaudible sigh. "I told you Gally," one of the builders, "was going to take care of it."

Alby frowned, pivoting on his heel to exit Newt's room.

"Well hurry," he called out, "don't want the shucking grievers crawling in."

I shivered at the name. Here at WICKED we had no names for them. They were just referred to as creature A1 or creature A5.

My mind started to wander back to Chuck.

I felt bad for the poor boy. He had been there for almost a week now. When he first arrived, I felt like crying. He was so scared, so frightened of the unknown. He called out for his mom, who had long been gone by now. He wanted comfort, and the other gladers just laughed in his chubby face. The only one who seemed to give a crap was Newt and another boy, Sigmund, who was close to his age. Being the youngest boy in the glade, he hadn't made many friends. I almost wanted to launch Thomas up that elevator right now, just to comfort our previous roomie, even if they didn't remember each other.

"You're free to go;" a voice interrupted my train of thought.

I flinched in my chair, sitting up to see Hannah. She gave me a small nod, and I politely returned it, shutting off my work pad desk. The room went dim as Hannah switched off a light, the only light emitting from The Brain now where a few workers were starting their graveyard shift.

"Goodnight Aris." I dismissed, momentarily locking my brown eyes with his blue ones. He shrugged off his headpiece, placing it on his glass desk which caused it to make a 'ting' noise.

"Goodnight Florence," he retorted with a small, close lipped smile.

I patted the older boy's back, passing him as I headed to the opposite door.

I yawned; sending cold shivers through my body as I tiredly trudged towards my bedroom.
I unlocked the door, via hand scanner, and sauntered toward the small, sliding closet that the three of us shared. We all wore the same uniform, day in, day out, which consisted of white scrubs and WICKED's logo. So to sum up, there was no use for a big closet considering our wardrobe was the same, the only difference being Thomas`s medium size, and Teresa and I's small.

Speaking of Tom, I could hear his light snore as I changed into my pajamas behind the pull out curtain. I climbed up to the top bunk, trying not to disturb Teresa as I crawled into my sleeping bag, and faced opposite of the wall, towards Thomas. I found it somewhat soothing that he slept on the top bunk since Chuck's departure. I let out a shaky laugh as my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw Thomas, half slung over the side of the wooden bed. His arm lopped over the edge, as well as his leg, and his mouth hung open while his face squished comfortably alongside his pillow.

"Florence?"

At first, I thought that the voice emitted from Thomas' mouth, but when I saw his eyes still shut securely, I assumed it was Teresa.

"Sorry Teresa," I apologized, "Did I wake you?"

"No," she garbled so quietly that I almost didn't catch her words. There was a shuffling noise as she rotated in her blankets. I felt the bunk bed shift.

"What's up then?" I questioned in a curious tone.

She was silent for a moment. I almost thought she fell back asleep until I heard her clear her throat. "D-Do you think what we're doing is right?"

I bit my lip. I had no true response to that. Truthfully, if it were any other circumstance I would say no.

But this was for the sake of human kind, to figure out a cure, to save earth. Instead of saying yes or no, I responded with what I was trained to. "WICKED is good."

She never responded, whether that was because she was asleep or because she disagreed with my statement, I didn't know.

I rolled, readjusting my position, now facing the wall. My hands grazed the side of my pant leg, and I felt a bumpy sensation manifest itself. I dug into my white pajama pants, sifting my hand into my pocket, and pulled out a photo.

My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark, but when they did, I beamed to myself. It was a photo of Thomas, Teresa and I a few days after I arrived. I was in the middle, Thomas was on my left, using my long hair as a moustache, and Teresa on my right, sticking out her tongue as I shot a toothy grin at the camera. It was in our room.

I slid the photo back into my pocket and curled into a fetal position.

It took me only a few seconds until I slipped into oblivion.

The following day was the same.

Something didn't feel right in the pit of my stomach, though.

You know when you can just feel like something bad is going to happen? That's how I felt. I don't know if it was just Teresa asking me that question last night, but something told me to be wary of who I trusted.

Something just didn't feel right.

The sensation hung with me all day. Even when I hung out with Thomas in the morning. We spent our morning pranking Teresa on her day off.

It was hilarious.

As soon as she entered the shower, we took her clothes.

We burst into a chortled fit of laughter when we heard her scream our names.

Janson wasn't too pleased with us, so he cut our breaks.

So now, just like every other boring day I spent here, I sat at my desk, using my work pad and my key circle to monitor the graders.

There was a grey aura floating over the gladers, a sadness that never seemed to lift, like fog. Their faces were filled with locks of sorrow and grief. One of the boys, Kol, got stung a few days ago. They hadn't injected the antidote in time and he just passed away. He was only there for 3 months, but it was still unfortunate.

It was beautiful the small funeral they gave for him. They all shared memories, even Chuck who wasn't that close with him. His death seemed to affect Minho mostly, considering he was a runner.

When my shift ended that day around 11:00pm, I headed to the small dining hall. There was a wired hunger in my stomach that never seemed to go away.

"Hey there, stranger."

I whipped around, facing the tables.

"Aris," I retorted with a smile.

"Haven't seen you all day." he stated, sauntering towards me.

I shrugged, "Been kind of busy."

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed, "pranking Teresa?"

I pretended to wipe beads of sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. "Pranking is hard work..." I sighed.

"Sure it is." his laugh faded. "Janson wanted me to run something by you."

I arched a brow, "Oh really?"

"Yeah," his eyes averted from mine, and I could already tell I wouldn't like it. "How would you feel about going into the maze?"

I choked. " Uh-w hat?"

I heard what he said, I was just boggling in disbelief.

"Things have been kind of slow lately-"

"With group A or group B?" I interrupted him.

"A." he replied, finally raising his eyes to me. He shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"Well why didn't Janson talk to me himself about this?"

Aris shrugged, rubbing his cuff with his left hand. "I'm not sure."
I scratched my head in annoyance. It was because he wanted me to say yes. He knew Aris and I were close so he used him to get to me. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Nope," He replied, popping the 'p'.

I shook my head and sighed in frustration. " I... Uh.. No, Aris, I don't think I'm ready to. I can't. "

My heart started to pound in my chest just thinking about it. I bit my lip, a nervous habit of mine. The same feeling I had this morning made reappearance. My stomach growled in hunger and I held it in response. Truth was, I was too fearful of the maze. I was a coward.

"Are you alright?" I barely heard Aris' husky voice enunciate itself.

My breathing got shallow and I shook my head."I uh..Yeah.." I started to feel dizzy.

"Hey, woah woah woah." I felt Aris' hands on my biceps, but felt too weak to raise my eyes to meet his. "You're alright."

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me into a tight embrace. "You're fine, don't worry. "

"Why would he want me in the maze?" I gasped, "I-I-don't understand."

"He wants to stir things up. Nothing has changed their brain patterns aren't changing significantly. But you're fine. You're not in the maze. Don't worry. "

I took a deep breath in and exhaled through my nostrils.

"Calm down," he reassured. "You're fine."

I didn't know if I believed his words. I still felt that uneasiness in the pit of stomach, the one that told me something terrible was going to occur.

I wrapped my shaky arms around his body and returned the embrace.

When I had finally calmed myself down, he released me with fragility, a toothy grin on his face.

"Are you alright?" he arched a thick brow, "Do you want me to walk to your room?"

I shook my head giving him a small smile, flashing my deep dimples. "I'm just gonna-" I looked to the food table, "grab an apple," I said picking it up.

I rubbed it on my shirt.

Aris patter my shoulder. "Don't worry, it was just a suggestion. Have a good sleep Florence," he muttered, moving past me, "I'll see you in the morning."

I gave him a smile as I watched him dawdle away from me.

That night, after saying goodnight to Thomas and Teresa, I found myself momentarily becoming an insomniac. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. I still had that thought in the back of my brain that told me that something wasn't right.

Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right.

I kept telling myself that until the moment my consciousness ebbed away.

I was woken moments later by 2 pairs of strong arms.

"Wha...?" my voice cracked as I felt one of the arms hoist me over the shoulder of a tall body. My mind was too groggy to comprehend the situation. I looked to Thomas, whose eyes flashed open. Panic filled his face.

I blinked, trying to remove the sleep in my eyes.

I watched Thomas' eyes widen alarmingly. He sat up in the bunk bed. His mop of brown hair fell in his eyes.

I blinked, trying to dilate my pupils enough to focus into Thomas' beautiful chocolate brown irises.

He gasped. "Where are you taking her?"

My captor didn't respond, just rotated my body towards the door.

"Where are you taking her?!" Thomas demanded louder.

"Thomas..." I croaked, reaching an arm out to him.

His arm reached back, "No!" he yelled as our fingers met briefly. "NO!"

My brain started to de-fog, and my mind quickly awakened just as the door was about to shut in my face. "THOMAS!" I screamed, seeing him hop off the top bunk, land with a thud, and attempt to follow me. The door slid shut behind him, and I heard his fists loudly pound against it.

"FLORENCE!" I heard one last time.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to see my captor. There was two men, one tall man, bald, who was walking ahead of us. The other had dark hair and a long neck. Janson.

"Janson, where are you taking me? "

He clutched my legs tighter as I remained over his shoulder. We turned down another hallway and I repeated my question in a furious tone. When he didn't reply again, I punched him in the back of the leg.

His knee gave out and he almost dropped us both.

He groaned, readjusting me on him.

"Arrgh!"I groaned back in irritation. I always hated Janson.

The walk was long. We even took a short elevator ride. I don't know where we were heading but eventually we even had to leave the building. I shivered as I felt the cold night air hit my exposed skin.
I tried fight Janson's cobra-like grip, but it was no use, "Let me go!" I yelled in vexation. He catapulted me farther over his shoulder, causing my head to swing back and forth. I hissed, feeling the effects of mild whiplash.

When we arrived to the next building; I relaxed. But when we entered a brightly lit room, and he liberated me, I tensed up again. He set me on my feet and I observed the room. The smell of disinfectant and cleaner burned my inner nostrils, causing me to flare them. The bald man moved two surgical steel operating tables out of the way and walked forward to another door, a smaller one.

It appeared menacing in its true form. I knew what it was now.

The bald man placed his hand on an identification scanner. When the door opened, he didn't walk through. Instead, he typed something in on the scanner, pressing buttons and making swiping motions.

"No. You can't do this." I turned to Janson.

He had a smirk on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's for the best, I promise you."
Panic mode set in.

"NO... No Janson... "He took a step towards me, "No please Janson, no. I can't. I'm not ready."

He took another step towards me, I retreated in response, my behind hitting a steel table.

I heard the alarm blaring through the open door, and that's when the reality of it all set in.

My eyes watered in fear, and I tried to maneuver myself around them

"Please Janson, no. I'll do whatever you want. Don't do this please..."

He took another, final, step towards me and I now had nowhere to retreat. I glanced at him, and then back at the steel table.

Moving as swiftly as possible, I hopped onto the table, swinging my legs over it.

The bald guy caught both my legs and yanked me back. I let out a small scream. My heart was racing now, I was almost sure that they could hear it pounding away, like a runaway train.

"Please!" I pleaded one last time.

Janson and the bald man gripped my body tight, and hauled me towards the door.

I kicked and screamed and attempted to scratch their faces.

They were so much stronger than I was.

I kept trying, but the more I tried to fight it, the weaker I got. I felt fatigued. I had to save my strength I had to accept my face; I was entering the maze now.

I let out a small whimper as they gave me one big shove, and my body stumbled into the noisy elevator.

"Tell them anything and you die," Janson sternly threatened. The bald man stepped into view as the assistant director walked off. His eyes connected with mine. It was the first time I had gotten a good look at this man. One of his eyes was clouded; he was blind in the left one.

"WICKED is good." He avowed before slamming the door shut. Its loud noise echoed even over the earsplitting alarm sounding above me.

I fell against the metal grates of the elevator and didn't bother to get back up. My head hit a wooden crate, and I could feel the warmth of a wound start to form. Blood trickled down the side of my forehead, and I let out a diminutive, horrified sob. I shivered, it was freezing in here

I was the first person to go up and actually remember my life, and I wasn't allowed to speak a weird of it. I didn't doubt Janson's word. He would kill me the second he had a chance to. I wasn't important.

Or maybe I was, maybe they planned this all along. Either way, I had to live with the fact that I remembered my life.

Or was that even my life!? Had I been brainwashed by WICKED? My trust for them quickly faded after the events that just occurred.

All I could comprehend was one thing.

I hated WICKED.

After several daunting minutes, the elevator made a loud squealing nose and leisurely chugged upward.

I sat up in response. It jolted upwards in a jarring motion, sending a shock through my already trembling body. I gasped.

The loud metal scraping against metal noise resonated from the walls as it rose in the air, gaining speed with each passing second.

"Help.." I moaned. "Someone please help me" My raspy voice scarcely audible over the screeching and blaring alarm.

It continued to elevate without seizing and I started to hyperventilate when it got faster and faster.

"Please someone help!" I slammed my palms against the steel cage, shaking it with all the force I had.

When the Elevator started to slow as it got close to its destination, I collapsed on the floor, letting out a shaky sob.

I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly.

When the elevator finally halted I closed my eyes, nervously gulping a mouthful of saliva. I was on the verge of a panic attack.

I didn't expect to see light; it was the middle of the night when they kidnapped me. I also didn't expect to see a community of boys staring down at me in bewilderment when I opened my eyes.

"It's a... Girl…" the builder, Gally I think his name was, hopped into the elevator with me. It was weird seeing him infront of me and not analyzing him on a screen. He was a lot taller and husky in person. He arched an angular brow, making a confused face.

"A girl?" the leader asked, "in the middle of the night?"

"That's never happened before... " A boy announced.

"Yeah no shuck." Someone else added.

My eyes shot back to Gally, who looked abnormally tall gazing down at me."Hey," he cautiously held out a hand, "you're alright."

I scooted back until my butt hit the steel wall. I shivered, my teeth chattering in response. "N-N-No..."

"Hey, you're fine, I'm not going to hurt you." his arm touched my shoulder, and I twitched in response, startling him. He snatched his hand back.

"Don't touch me... I'm sorry- please don't..." I shut my eyes. I was overwhelmed with feelings. I felt like a dam had just broken, and a wave of emotions had just swept through me. I let out a small sob, causing me to hiccup from lack of breath.

An errruption of whispers swept over the boys, but I ignored it.

"I can't believe they did that..." I whispered to myself. I couldn't help but let the pool of tears in my eye overflow.

"What did you say?" Gally asked, touching my shoulder again.

"NO!" I trembled, trying to move even farther back into the steel elevator 's walls. "NO no no..."

"What the shuck did you do now Gally?"

I knew that voice. I knew that familiar accent. It was the only thing that was familiar to me right now.

My eyes flashed back up, and I saw a lean posture making its way through the crowd, pushing between Alby and Minho, one of the runners.

"Newt" My teeth chattered as I murmured his name.

The mass of teenage boys all turned to whose name I had accidently just spoken aloud.

At first, he looks petrified. His eyes widened in fear and he took a few steps back.

"You know this greenie?" Alby pointed to me.

I blinked profusely, trying to rid the tears that blurred my vision.

"I... Uh..." he licked his petite lips.

"Do ya shank?"

"No," he spat. Our eyes momentarily locked, and for the first time that night I felt calm. That feeling quickly faded as soon as he turned to view Alby once again. "No, I don't."

"Come on greenie," Gally, clearly not grasping the concept of a personal bubble, attempted to hook an arm underneath me.

"NO! Please no no no. Leave me here." i shut my eyes tightly.

"Don't touch the girl, Gally. " Newt ordered sternly.

"Slim it, Newt, I know what I'm doing." He hissed back.

This had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. They would never send me into the maze would they? Of course they wouldn't!

This was just a terrible dream!

My head dropped morosely into my sweaty palms, and I exhaled. When I felt a warm liquid touch my fingertips, I raised my head again.

"She's hurt, " a darker boy, whose name I didn't know, voiced.

I rubbed the red liquid between the pads of my fingers, and then moved to touch my forehead. There was a cut above my left brow, where my head hit the crate when Janson pushed me in. But it didn't hurt, that's because it wasn't real.

"This is just a dream… " I whispered to myself. "just a dream."

"This isn't a dream, sweetheart. Welcome to hell." Gally uttered a smirk on his face.

I felt the tears collect in my eyes again, and I couldn't help but just stare up at him.

I heard someone shuffle beside me, and then I felt the elevator shake and create a loud thud. Newt had hopped down into the box. He smacked Gally on the back of the head. "Ow."

"Hullo there," Newt confronted me calmly, taking cautious steps.

"This has to be a dream," I ignored him, lowering my head.

Newt took another step towards me. The toe of his boots tapped my sneakers, I jumped.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted out. "I'm sorry, uh... What's your name?"

I blinked, unable to form words.

"Alright," his eyes hastily darted from Alby then back to me."Can you tell us anything? Do you remember anything? Your name maybe?"

"I can't. They'll kill me. They'll kill me." Those were Janson's words. As much as I now despised WICKED, I had to obey them, because I knew what they could do. "They'll hurt me..."

"No one's going to hurt you, alright Greenie?" he promised.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall down the side of my face. Maybe I would wake up in a few minutes. Or maybe this was just some sick joke Teresa was playing on me to get back at me.
I ran my hands through my hair a few times, pulling at my scalp. "Just a dream.. Just a dream..."

"Sorry to burst your bubble greenie, but uh-"

"It has to be a dream. "i interrupted him.

My breathing quickened. I pulled at my scalp again, letting the anxiety take over like a possessive demon. "I cant.." i croaked in a low voice, panting now.

"Sorry...? " he asked, kneeling down to my height.

The tears kept coming, the panicked frenzy never seized, and the oxygen in the air seemed to dissipate. I was having a panic attack.

"Jeff," he addressed someone, "What's wrong with Her?" he pulled on his pant leg, shuffling closer to me on his knees.

"I c-c-can't breath... " I wheezed. "I can't.."

"Woah woah, it's alright, just talk to me. Breathe. Jeff? Clint?" His face alarmingly lit up in panic.

"She's having a panic attack!"

I shut my eyes, trying to focus on the voice, but everything sounded off key now. It was like I was underwater. Everyone's shouts seemed to drown out and I could only hear my own, unsteady breathing. A pang of pain targeted itself in the centre of my chest and I clutched myself for support.

"Take her to the Med-hut!" were the only other words I heard before I felt two strong arms wrap themselves underneath me. My body trembled in the arms of my savior.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was met with the face of a near angel. Newt yelled something at me, which I didn't hear. I fisted the middle of his shirt, pulling myself closer to him, making sure that this really wasn't a dream. He felt real, it seemed real. But I didn't know what to believe.

I puffed heavily, trying to catch my breath, but it was no use.

I was cold. I felt so cold.

I shivered, and I kept shivering. Chills ran through my body and my teeth chattered, I let out a small moaning sob.

Newt said something to me again, but I couldn't look at him. I only looked past him, at the night sky.

The stars dusted the sky beautifully. Like freckles on a pale girl.

I shivered one last time, letting the petrified tears fall, and closed my eyes, hearing the British accent one last time. "Don't worry, you're alright. You're safe now."

A/N: So originally I planned to elongate Florence working at WICKED, but I decided most of my ideas were boring. Sorry if she was rushed into he maze too quickly for you, she will have flashbacks to her times at WICKED watching Newt or the other gladers, or interacting with WICKED's employees. Sorry for any gramatical errors, I wrote most of this on my phone. Feel free to drop a review :) Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites already! It makes me smile :)