I was screaming inside. You are so stupid! You literally just met these guys and they seem suspicious of you. And, of course, you had to sass the leader and make everything worse. Oh, well. That's me for you. Impulsive adrenaline junkie who says all the wrong things at all the wrong times.

Once we reached the dorm and had shut the door to keep the smell out, they all turned towards me. I was standing in the middle of the room while most of the guys sat on beds around the edge.

"So," Minho finally said. "Who are you?"

Don't do it, Rachel! Don't you dare! I didn't listen to myself.

"Wow, you must have an even worse memory than me. My name is Ra-chel," I said, pronouncing the syllables in my name like I was speaking to a toddler. Girl, could you be any more of an imbecile? I told my brain to shut up. Unfortunately, I was right, and my comment only earned me more glares.

"Fine," I said as I saw Minho taking a deep breath to probably yell something at me.

"I was trapped in the maze, just like you guys. They were a group of all boys, but when I showed up, I triggered something called the ending."

"And then you escaped with them but were separated into different bedrooms, right?" Thomas clarified.

"No." I replied softly, eyes downcast.

"Well, what happened to them?" This was a new voice. British, I thought. I looked up and saw that it belonged to boy with scruffy blond hair. Dang he's hot. The thought slipped unbidden into my mind. Shut up brain! Now is not the time.

"They're all dead." I replied softly, but letting the spite in my voice be heard clearly.

"What do you mean, shank?" Minho asked. What the heck is a shank? Ugh, focus Rachel! I lifted my chin. I had felt so much pain over the past few days, but now I just felt numb. I only allowed myself to cry once, ever since I woke up in the box. It was last night and I cried like there was no tomorrow. But tomorrow came. And I would not show weakness in front of these boys.

"They all died. I'm the only one that survived. The only one the made it through." I said, louder this time. My voice didn't shake and I looked straight into Minho's eyes with a deadly glare.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Thomas said.

"I don't want your sympathy. Now, what is that screaming sound and how do we get out of this cursed place?" I spat. It wouldn't do to dwell on thoughts of the past.

"They're called cranks. Some sort of zombie thing" answered the hot Brit.

"But why is her name Rachel?" Aris asked softly.

"It can't be a bloody coincidence. Just another of W.I.C.K.E.D.'s schemes to mess with our minds, I suppose," he replied, although I was pretty sure Aris was just talking to himself.

"Wait, what's that black mark?" I asked Aris.

"Huh?" he looked confused. I spun him around and pointed it out to the boys.

"Looks like some kind of lettering," the hot one said. Oh, even his voice is hot. Ugh, shut up and concentrate, brain! But what if he has a hot name to match? Not now!

"Here let me read it." The hottie pulled Aris' shirt down slightly and we all crowded around to read the words printed on his skin.

Property of WICKED. Group B, Subject B1. The Partner.

All the other boys had one, saying roughly the same thing, except they were Group A, and had different nicknames. Most didn't have nicknames at all. I laughed as they all went around to each other, reading the strange tattoos. Finally, Mr. Hot Stuff turned to me.

"What does yours say?"

"I don't think I have one."

"Let me check." Feeling a little awkward, I turned around and swept my blond hair over my shoulder. He barely pushed the neck of my t-shirt down and read the words printed there out loud to me.

Property of WICKED. Group C, Subject C0. The Madman.

I gave a small chuckle.

"First of all, I'm not a man," I said to the ceiling, figuring that W.I.C.K.E.D. would be watching this.

"What's it say, Newt?" Minho asked. Newt. Huh. That's, uh, unique. It's kinda cute actually. Stupid brain, pay attention to the conversation!

"Madman, huh?" Minho scoffed.

"Oh, yeah? What's yours say Mr. Confident?"

"Check it out, girl!" I leaned in to read it.

Property of WICKED. Group A, Subject A7. The Leader.

Of course. I cursed under my breath. I get called insane, but he gets to be a leader. My very loud brain failed to come up with a clever reply to that. Thankfully, I was saved by a loud alarm ringing. Everyone immediately covered their ears. They were saying something about it being a newbie alarm, whatever that means.

When it finally stopped, I noticed the door had swung open. For a minute, nobody moved. The lights had been turned off on the other side.

"So," I said. "Who wants to go through the creepy door of death first?"