Sure, it was an over exaggeration. She didn't remember everything. In fact, she didn't remember most things. Her mind was like an unsolved puzzle. It was broken, but most of the pieces were there.

And they didn't kill her brother, but every time she blinked Green saw them pulling up the top half of his lifeless body from the box. She saw them scream and mourn him for an hour or two. Then she saw them shove his body into a glass box as a warning to every despicable kid that ever crawled out of their wretched box.

The rage ran through her like blood. It fueled her.

"Green, what are you talking about? We haven't killed anyone." Minho said

"Where did you put his body? I wanna see him." She bit back her words because if she didn't she would scream.

"Whose body? There is no body."

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't you dare play dumb with me!" The girl had lost it now. Thomas and another boy, one she didn't care to ask question about, begun to wake up.

"Green slim it."

"Don't call me that!" She blurted out.

"Ok," Minho's voice was steady but unnerved. "What should I call you."

The question baffled her. "I-I don't know." For a moment the rage melted and was replace by heart throbbing loss. Should they call her Piper? Green? Aiden had only called her Green but once she lost him to the trials her fellow guards just called her Ricahrds. A crushing feeling of loneliness washed over her. Without Aiden she was just some girl trying to make it in the broken world. They had once been a duo, partners in crime, and then he was gone and she was nothing.

What is Robin with out Batman?

Minho had stood up and inched closer to her, his arms held out in front of him as if she might attack.

"Listen, you're freaked the shuck out. You got some memories back and the Greiver sting is still probably in your system a little. It's a miracle you're awake."

"No, it's a poorly engineered mistake. They didn't care if I lived or died!" She cried to him.

"Well keep up the yelling at you're going to die!"

"Minho what's happening?" Thomas demanded. He was standing behind him, blue eyes locked on Green.

"She thinks we killed somebody."

"You did! I need to see him." She searched them for understanding, for recognition, but there was none. They were more concerned with her silence. So she couldn't be there. So she did something crazy. Something that was so like Piper or Green or who ever she was that it felt as if she'd done it 100 times before.

She took 4 big steps, shoved past Minho, and dove right out of the second story window.

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She would die, Minho was sure of it.

She was weak, poorly hydrated, and already injured. Then she dove out a 15 foot high window. If the fall didn't kill her, poor judgment and insanity would later in her life.

Minho didn't scream as she fell. He didn't call to her or jump after her. He just watched her.

She fell with such liberation and content that Minho wonder she was suicidal. Maybe the purpose was to die. But befoe she belly flopped against the rough grass, she tucked her self into a ball and rolled to the side, landing perfectly on the ground with out so much of a thud.

"That chick is shucking jacked." Jeff breathed.

Minho just watched her in disbelief as she took off in a dead sprint towards the dead heads.

"C'mon we need to go get her." Thomas said.

Minho shook his head. "If she's going to jump out a shuck window and run around screaming like she's got klunk for brains, then you can count me out of mission "Rescue Crazy Blonde Chick"."

Thomas was shocked, "We spent so much time trying to keep her alive. We can't just abandon her. She's not in her right mind."

"Yah, she's jacked. Not our problem. She's not out damn kid Thomas. We didn't freaking raise her."

"You're right, she's not our kid, she's our friend. And I won't leave her."

"Good that Thomas." Minho stuck his thumb into his own chest, "I'm going to go save Newt and Alby. They've never accused me of murder." With that he spun on his heels to face the door. He had his hand on the knob when it swung open sending Minho stumbling into Thomas.

Standing in front of them was a certain Builder Minho had the pleasure of knowing for the last 2 years. In his hand he clutched a rusted machete taken from the Slicers.

"Where's the little shankette?" Gally sneered. "I'm going to kill her."

"Just go back to sleep Gally. We don't need to get into this right now." Thomas insisted.

Gally took a step into the room. His eyes landed on Jeff, "You're a dirty traitor." He spat.

"Gally I'm not—"

"Are you not with them? Then fight with me?"

"I'm not with anyone. I'm just… not sure about it anymore."

"Lousy slinthead. I shouldn't have trusted any of you!" Gally cried.

"Slim it nice and calm Gally ol' pal. We don't need any trouble. Just take a step outside this room and let us go on our marry way. We don't even have her." Minho said.

Gally searched the small room. "Where is she?"

Minho shrugged. "She-bean left us. She also has a knack for not trusting people. You too would really get along."

"Cram it Minho! I sick of you're bull crap!" Gally yelled. "You all are—" He stopped midsentence. His eyes landed on something just past Minho's head. "You all are right." His tone changed drastically. Gally's green eyes were suddenly back on Minho's; he was smiling. "I think I need a little air. Maybe a walk to the Deadheads will do."

"No!" Minho screamed. He lunged at Gally, yanking him to the floor. Gally was able to get his feet in front of him and kick Minho against the wall. He got up, lowering himself to pounce at the Runner, but Jeff jumped between them.

"Run! I'll hold him off!" The Medjack ordered. He glanced back at them, "Go!"

Thomas pulled Minho to his feet. Gally and Jeff stood in front of the door, leaving the only exit as…

He didn't know what was happening until it happened. Thomas stepped forward with all his might and shoved Minho hard in the chest, and then he was falling. The wind rushed through his hair, his heart nearly stopped beating.

"Umph!" Minho groaned as he slammed his back into the grass.

"Move!" Thomas screamed. Minho just barely rolled to the side in time to dodge Thomas's body. He too landed with a large thud and a painful groan.

"You… just pushed me… from a window." Minho muttered.

"You'll thank me some day." Thomas winced. "C'mon we've got to go get her."

Jeff wouldn't be able to hold Gally off for long. If they were lucky, and Gally took the stairs not the freefall route, they had a 30 second to 1 minute lead.

The pair sprang to their feet and darted towards the Deadheads. After 15 seconds they broke the tree line. Their bodies crashed through the woods like bulldozers. Twigs snapped, branches bent, grass was smashed.

Minho had to admit, Thomas was one quick shank. A little longer and the Glade and he could be Runner material.

"Where do you think she went?" Thomas called.

Minho wracked his brain for what she said before she plummeted from the window. "She kept talking about a murder."

"Of course! The Graveyard!"

Minho couldn't help but crack a grin, he was a smart shank too.

"It's this way." Minho directed, pulling Thomas towards the very back of the Deadheads.

Trees. Trees. Trees. And then a clearing. The woods opened up around them revealing a dozen graves and Green, hunched over one of them, head in her hands.

"… I should've never let you go. I should've fought you or forced you to run away with me. I-I should've begged you to stay with me. I could've tried harder." She sobbed.

"Green…" Thomas trailed, taking a hesitant step forward towards the girl. The moonlight illuminated her petite figure. She looked so small, so weak in that position.

Her head snapped towards the boys. "Please. Leave me alone." There was a hard glint to her words, a certain harshness mixed with desperation.

"If we leave you here you're going to die. Be more grateful. We jumped out of a window." Minho grunted.

Thomas glared at him before returning to Green. "What ever happened I'm sure it was really tragic, and I'm sorry. But we need to go." He took a few steps closer to her.

"Why would you burry him like this?" She said between grit teeth.

"Wh-" Thomas began.

She spun around and jumped to her feet, pushing past Thomas and marching right up to Minho.

"Why would you burry Nick like this?" she spat.

Minho held up his hands, "How do you know about Nick?"

"HE WAS JUST YOUR DAMN WARNING SIGN! YOU LEFT HIM HERE TO ROT!" She jutted a finger in the direction of the tomb Alby had asked Gally to fashion a few months ago. It held their old leader, Nick, and a small sign reading "Let this half shank be a warning to all: You can't escape through the box hole."

"So this is all about Nick? Green it was supposed to be a warning."

"He was you're leader. He was just trying to help you escape! He wasn't some idiot kid who jumped down the hole to get a good laugh! He was smart and good and he didn't deserve to die!" Her words were cold, bitten and fierce with hatred. She fell to her knees and buried her head in her hands.

Suddenly it hit Minho. Nick's soft green irises, freckles and curly light brown hair. The way his cheeks nearly covered his eyes when he smiled. "He was your brother?"

This only fueled Green's sobs.

"Shuck. Green, I'm so sorry."

She pushed her hair back with one hand. Her breaths were short and quick. "Why... why did h-he have to d-die?" she sputtered.

"He was a real good guy. Nothing like the rest of the shanks in here." Minho consoled her pointlessly. "Just breathe."

"Guys… we need to go." Thomas warned.

Minho crouched next to Green. "I'm sorry this happened. And I promise we'll rebury him later. But it's not going to make you or him feel any better if Gally kills you while you're crying next to his grave." That was harsh: Minho recognised his own severity instantly, something he didn't usually do, but Green nodded.

"C'mon. We've got to hurry." Minho ordered, grasping her hand. He stood up quickly and pulled her to her feet. "Follow me. This way. I've got a plan that might keep you alive for the next two hours."

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Newt had grown quiet bored of trying to wake Alby up.

Minho and him had both agreed that leaving them tied up was the best way to not attract any attention and it had worked quiet perfectly. Other then Frypan bringing them in their dinner with a sheepish apology no one had come in an checked on them.

Alby fluttered in an out of consciousness and sleep, but for the most part his brain was still intact.

So Newt had spent the last 10 hours almost entirely on his own… until Thomas, Minho and the girl bust into the Gathering room.

"Bloody hell, you guys look like you've gone to hell and back." Newt whispered as the three piled into the poorly lit room.

"We have." Minho muttered. He jogged over to Newt and instantly began cutting the ropes that bound him to the whicker chair. As soon as he was free Minho moved on to Alby.

"I must say, I'm quite glad to see you shanks still alive."

"We're glad to be alive." Minho sighed.

Newt studied the girl. She looked so different then she had when they pulled her from the box. Then, even though she was confused and scared, she's been bright and sunny. Now her hair was matted down at the top and uncontrollably frizzy at the bottom. Her eyes were red and blotchy from tears; they sank into her skull with dark bags sagging below them. Her skin glistened with a layer of unwashed sweat. Her clothes were tattered and dirtied and her lips were dry and cracked. She was harder now, more distant and unwelcoming.

"Newt this is Green. Green this is Newt." Minho said half heartedly.

"Glad you're alive too." Newt said with a small smile. He meant it to be genuine, but the day had taken it's toll on him. It came out more force then he meant it to.

The girl returned the gesture.

"We've got a little less than two hours till the box comes for her. Everyone will be waking up in an hour. I figured we could hide out here until we start hearing the morning commotion and then make a break for the bathrooms. We'll lock ourselves in there and they'll all just think it's some poor shank who's got the klunks real bad." Minho explained to Newt with a devilishly immature grin.

"Not a bad idea I guess." Newt shrugged, "Can we make it here an hour?"

"Gally's searching the Deadheads for her like crazy. As long as we keep our voices down I think we'll be ok."

"So then… what happens when she leaves?" Newt asked. No one met his eyes. Suddenly it occurred to him that they hadn't thought of that in the least. "Well? Things aren't just going to back to buggin' normal. They betrayed us."

Minho studied his shoes. Thomas furrowed his brow.

"Come with me. All of you." Green said quietly.

"Come again?" Newt asked.

"Like the Creators are just going to let us leave." Minho scoffed.

"The Creators are an organization called WICKED. Th-they think they have all of this power but they don't" She began speaking quickly, excitement built up in her eyes. "They think that they're unstoppable and that because we're in the dumb cage we can't fight back. But come with me. We can get in the Box together and beat the shit out of every WICKED worker when we get back there."

"I do like punching my way out of things." Minho beamed.

Newt shook his head. "They aren't going to let us leave. Not with out the results of their experiment or what ever the hell this is."

"But—"

"It's not going to work Love. They aren't letting us out of this mess." Newt bit. There was an undeserved harshness behind his voice. The idea of false hope stoked an angry fire inside of him, one he'd been harboring for years.

"Fine." The girl surrendered quickly. The energy that had over come with the break of a new idea diminished and she returned to her gloomy state. A pang of guilt rose in Newt's chest as she slumped over to the wall and slid down it. He forced his eyes off her and onto Minho and Thomas.

"So, how'd you guys escape the Maze?"

Thomas looked at his feet, "It wasn't easy."

"I can bloody imagine."

"I've never seen some one throw a knife like this kid." Minho blurted out, jabbing his finger in Green's direction. "She hit a Griever right in its joint from 20 feet away."

Newt whistled, "That's a skill worth having."

Green didn't look up; she stared at her hands as if she'd never seen them before.

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The memories played over and over again in her head. They ingrained them selves in her mind like a brand on cattle: burned into her flesh.

"Green… you hearing me kid?" Some one asked in the distance. It was Minho, he was looming over her with his brow raised in question.

Green's head snapped up. "Wha? I-I wasn't listening." She admitted sheepishly.

"To any of it?" Newt asked.

She nodded.

A small smile tugged at the British boy's lips, "No worries. We're going to the bathroom. The Runners should've left by now."

"We're just sticking to the plan." Minho said, making eye contact with all of them.

"And if things don't go as planned?" some one asked. Green's head spun towards the unfamiliar voice. It was the dark skinned boy who had greeted her right as she exited the box, Alby.

"When did he wake up?" She asked.

"Like 10 minutes ago Green. Were you really that out of it?" Minho asked with a hint of a chuckled.

She shot him a glare.

"If things don't go as planned" Newt emphasized, stepping in the middle of Minho and her stare off, "then we are only fighting 8 runners verses 50 Gladers."

"Plus," Minho added, "Those shanks look up to me like I'm 10 feet tall. I think I could sway them onto our side."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that mate." He couldn't help but crack a grin.

The petty banter was putty in Green's ears. She felt like she was just under the surface of a pool of water. Everything was blurred and noises were just gargles. Her world felt heavy.

Minho pulled her to her feet. She hung back as the boys inched toward the exit quietly.

"C'mon, the sooner we get out there the sooner this is all shucking over with." Minho muttered to Newt, Thomas, and Alby.

Is he eager to get us all to safety? Or to get rid of me? The voice in the back of her head nagged. She pushed it back with a scowl. She had no time for useless, annoying thoughts. Whether Minho wanted to get rid of her or not was irrelevant. Living was relevant now.

It was true. She wanted to live, but not because her life was worth living, but because WICKED needed to pay for everything they were doing to the innocent.

"Green lets go." Minho hissed back to her. The others were already out the door.

"Minho…" She trailed. Her voice was urgent. He looked into her eyes, pausing for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

She took a deep, heaving breath, trying to control her anger, "I'm sorry I blamed you for my brother's death. It wasn't your fault."

"Ok," He nodded gently, "But why are you telling me this now? We can save the boo-hoos for later."

A haunted smile tugged at her lips, "What if there isn't a later?"

Minho took a step back, she could tell that a million things were racing through his head. He opened his mouth to force something out but the other boys bursted back into the room.

"Minho… you're gunna want to see this." Thomas breathed. They pulled him out of the room and Green scrambled behind them. Her heart sunk as she saw it.

The light of a dozen torches illuminated the glade as the sun began to just barely peak up from the horizon. 30 Gladers at least marched towards them.

"We aren't here to fight. We just want the girl." A voice called.

Green glanced down at her watch.

41 minutes left.