It was like watching a recording. A documentary about me, about me before. It started with me standing in a boardroom of sorts. I stood close to the door next to a woman who looked very intently at the head of the table. Looking at a woman in the same white clothes as everyone else. She had blond red hair tied back into a tight bun. Her skin looked tight as she began to speak. Her voice smooth and confident like she had done this a million times. She seemed to be speaking forever but I didn't hear anything she was saying until the end of her speech.

"I'd like you all to remember, W.I.C.K.E.D is good." Everyone in the room jumped to their feet and were quickly rushed from the room. I watched my younger self be swept away with the crowed. Young and afraid big eyes filled with worry.

Next, I watch myself at a table with others. My friends from the Glade but there were faces among those I didn't recognize. Everyone was laughing and joke all with smiles on their faces. But then it was like someone had hit a fast forward button and things began to skip ahead. Slowly one person at a time the large and happy group got smaller. Smiles began to fade until everyone was gone. Everyone but me. As time went by I watched myself get older, more alone as my friends left. As they were taken to the maze. Sitting alone I looked around and caught sight of a man loitering near a door. I felt scared and afraid of the way he remained there, watching. I was joined by someone else after what felt like forever. A dark haired boy I didn't recognize from the Glade but he spared me a sad smile. I knew he was my friend and there was something that led me to believe we were close but before I could think about it any further I was torn from that time and into another memory.

I was in a dark room that was illuminated by tall pillars of comparator parts that lit up in different colors of green and blue. A feeling of fright and worry came over me as I watched the boy from eailer run about the room.

"You got to listen, we don't have much time. They'll be preparing you to go soon." He said looking as worried as I felt at that moment.

"Whats going on?" I asked voice slick and calm unlike I had herd before. Unconnected in away.

"I know what they're planning, I got into the deep files. It's not good, lord (Y/N) it's really not good."

"What is it?."

"They want to make a cure but…but not how we thought. We're not helping to make the cure, we are the cure." he looked like he was going to be sick and had to swallow his own words before going on. "They want to dissect our brains after this," He said waving one hand through the air.

"After the maze, after the scorch, all of it. When it ends we end, and the worst part is we won't even know it." I felt a stunned feeling take over and flood my body as a pit opened in my stomach.

"No, no that can't be true. After everything thats happened, after everything thats going to happen. They can't just kill us. W.I.C.K.E.D is good." I said sounding lost and desperate for something I shouldn't have been holding onto.

"There not! They've been lying to us for years! We need to end this before it's too late. (Y/N) W.I.C.K.E.D is not good." He passed and looked toward the door where we had come in.

"Look," He said taking hold of both my shoulders to make me looked at him with frightened eyes. "You're going in tomorrow. If you can get them out before Tresses or I even come in we might be able to stop the inevitable." Everything was swollen in my mind at once all this information my younger self had I was still lost to.

"How?"

"The cliff. You know that. If you can get everyone out and through the door, before they take you out I can do everything I can to help you from this end." There was a loud sliding noise and suddenly the memories were gone and it shifted into another. This one held a heavyweight that made my younger self sick like I was waiting for something terrible to happen. I was in a small white room and clothes were set on a table before me. The clothes I wore in the Glade. I picked them up and was about to starting to undressing when suddenly the door to the room slid open and a man walked in. He was a tall lean man with pointed features. With his presents, a great unconfetableness came over me. Janson, his name came to mind along with serval other crude names for him.

"What do you want Janson?" I asked sounding far from myself voice stick and firm. But I felt the pit drop into my stomach with great fear that seemed to hang with this man's name and presents.

"I need to speak with you, I'd rather do it in privet." He said his face held an unreadable looked with no emotion or hint to where this conversion would end.

"I need to change so can this wait until after?"

"No. But you do need to change," He said nodding toward the clothes I had since set down. "Get dressed." He ordered

"Not until you leave the room," I growled but he refused to leave. I stood there looking at him not daring to let him win this sick little game he so enjoyed playing.

"What do you want?" I asked again waiting for him to talk. There was a loud beep overhead as a speaker turned on

"Subject please change into the aproperet clothing given to you." Said the voice.

"Not until this man is removed from the room," I said pointing to Janson.

"He will not, please contuse or we will be forced to have someone assist you." Angrily I glared at the man who just beamed at the fact that he once again proved superior. I angrily snatched up cloths and requested he turn around, he didn't. So I did; keeping my back to him while I pulled off my white W.I.C.K.E.D shirt.

"You're not a little girl anymore." He said and I felt my skin crawl with his comment, his gaze slithered up and down me, my hands were shaking. I was so scared.

"You've become so much stronger, among other things." He said with a sneer, I bit my tough and my breath came out ragged and angry.

"I know you and subject A1 have a plan. It won't work. Once your memories are gone you'll have no recollection of anything that happened before your time in the maze."

"But I'm not long term, we both know of that," I said adjusting the new shirt and trying up my hair. "What happens when I come back? When my memories are returned and I am once again aware if everything happening here."

"You see we've stumbled upon something quite useful in the world of memory removal and recovery. Since all your memories are stored here over the duration of your time in the maze we can alter which of these memories are returned to you and which will remain in our…..safe keeping." He said with a sick smile as he knew what this meant, as did I. I turned suddenly to face him.

"So what your saying is, I won't remember anything you don't want me to." His smiled remained as if this sufficed as an answer.

"Dose that included everything you've done? Will I remember any of that?" I asked, this time, the strength in my voice cracked. As if choking back a painful thought.

"Isn't it better that way?" He asked simply. I felt a great angry swell in my chest and the want to attack him. This man had done something, something afoul. I just didn't know what. The man walked from the room without another word and I was left alone again. For the first time since this started my mind went dark

AN: So here's an update, might take some time for the next one but I will do my best to update soon. I'm trying to balance both of my stories which I love dearly. I also have a small Newt POV I forgot about and am debating about posting it. Please comment your thoughts, I love the feedback. You're all super great!