Newt stared at her body in disbelief. It was Green. It had to be Green.

Same ski slope nose, same freckled cheeks, same dark eyebrows and pale pink lips. She her hair was combed and brushed straight, her skin was clean, and she look like a 4 year old in the ridiculously large t-shirt and small shorts, but it was unmistakably her.

Well, it wasn't her. Not really. It was her body.

"Why… why did they send…" He paused, his eyes trembling over the body. Her body? Green? "…this to us? Why was there no alarm?" Jeff asked.

"Maybe they wanted us to bury her with her brother." Thomas said quietly. Newt glanced at his newfound friend. The boy had grown close to the body laying in the Box and the girl that used to posses it. Newt had really cared about her but he'd never gotten a chance to know her as well as he would've liked. Thomas, on the other hand, spent a whole night surviving with her. Tears formed in his blue eyes. Newt said nothing about it.

Thomas jumped down into the box next to her, being careful not to shake the ground too much as he fell. Newt leaned in for a better look as Tommy neared the lifeless body. There were no signs of breathing, no stir from her. She laid there like stuffed version of her self. Nothing about her resembled the old Green. The real Green was anything but lifeless.

"She looks so peaceful." Thomas muttered as he crouched next to her. His hand brushed her freckled cheek softly.

"C'mon Tommy. Say goodbye later. We don't want anyone else seeing her body." Newt said. Confusion, sadness and shock overwhelmed him. Why was she here? Why did WICKED send her? Was it some sort of test? Was it an apology? A tribute to the girl? Whatever it was it made Newt's stomach turn. The thought of her being there, entirely helpless this time, screamed trouble. The last thing they needed was Gally trying to cut up a teenaged girl's lifeless body.

Thomas nodded wordlessly and returned his attention to the girl. Carefully, the way one might treat a sibling or a close friend, Thomas cradled her head in one arm and tucked his other arm under her knees.

Like a bullet she shot up. She sucked in a deep breath with a huge, loud gasp. Her eyes fluttered open as she sputtered and coughed.

Newt's heart stopped.

Thomas nearly screamed.

Jeff dropped his side of the Box door.

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"Green!" Thomas cried as the girl awoke suddenly. She sputtered and coughed for several seconds before turning to meet his eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he stared into her green hues. God he missed her more than he could've thought.

"You're ok." He choked out as relief flooded over his body. Thomas leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her thin shoulders, yanking her towards him. But she jabbed a pale elbow into his ribcage hard.

"What the heck?" Thomas demanded, releasing the girl on reflex. "Green it's me. What's wrong?"

At first Green just stared at Thomas, shivering like a girl that had just been pulled from an ice cold bath. Her eyes were wide and sunken in to her skull as she refused to look away from the boy before her. Thomas just watched her watch him. The way she scanned him diligently, taking in every inch of his figure. She was calculating.

"Green?" Thomas asked quietly, leaning towards her.

Her pale blue lips parted ever so slightly, as if she might speak to him just for a moment. Her thin arm stretched out towards him hesitantly; a group of bony fingers came with in inches of nearly brushing Thomas's smooth cheeks.

Thomas sat entirely still, taking long, shallow breaths. He didn't dare make any sudden movements.

He felt so vulnerable as she observed him. He silently pleaded with her to say something, anything, that would make him feel normal.

Then like a lightning bolt her expression changed. Fear and anger zipped through her blood replacing the calm and collected look. Thomas backed away just before she shoved her hands into his chest as hard as she could. The push wast feeble. Sure, a week ago she wasn't Hulk, but she had a lot more force to her than just one wimpy shove. What had happened to her?

Green scrambled backwards, wincing in discomfort and continuing to suck in deep, unsatisfying breaths. She kicked at him and clawed at the walls but collapse to the floor with a pained whimper.

"Green, Green! It's me! Calm down, I'm here for you. I won't hurt you." Thomas tried. He held his hands out in caution as he took a step towards her, then lunged at her wrapping his arms tightly around her chest, pinning her to him.

"Get off me! Get off! Let me go!" She screeched, writhing against Thomas as if he was burning her with cigarettes.

"Tommy get 'er up here!" Newt hissed. He leaned over the box in anticipation.

Thomas didn't respond to Newt. He continued to hold Green to his chest.

"Stop fighting me. Stop. I'm not going to hurt you. Just stop." He spoke gently.

Slowly, the girl became limp in his arms, "Please. Just tell me where I am." She begged her assailant quietly. Thomas stared down at her. What did she mean? She'd been in the Glade just a week ago. He released her and turned her body toward him slowly.

"Green... do you know where you are?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Do you know who I am? Or either of them?" He asked, pointing directly at Newt and then Jeff. His eyes returned to her.

She shook her head again. Tears welled in her eyes, "Should I?" She choked, pulling her knees into her chest. She winced in pain at the slight movement.

Thomas's mouth hung open. "U-uh no. I-its fine. Don't worry, you're fine Green."

"W-why are you calling me that?" She forced her self to say.

"That's your name." He told her.

She shook her head. "I don't know who you think I am, or what you've done to me, but my name is not Green. My name is Piper. Now let. Me. Go." She spat through grit teeth and rolling tears in an Oh-so-Green- kind of way.

Thomas's eyes searched hers. It was Green. The voice, the fighting, the way she emphasized points with pauses. It undeniably Green from the scrawny legs to the cold, bare feet, to the web of green in her masterpiece of an iris. But she didn't' recognize him at all.

Her eyes shifted in the most uncomfortable way. She was assessing her options. She was searching for an escape.

"Listen… um… Piper. Just come with us. Please. We can help you."

She didn't respond. Her eyes continued shifting.

"Tommy get her out of there!" Newt called.

"Green please."

"Stop calling me that!" Green screamed. She shoved him backwards hard. His shoulders crashed to the metal floor and he let out a pained groan.

"Wha—" He started but it was no use. She was already on her feet. She started at a run heading towards the wall, but her stride quickly turned to a wobbly jog then to a slow limp, and finally to a complete stop.

Thomas pushed himself up, "Green, are you ok? Sit down I'll help you out."

She turned to him, her face pale, her eyes dark, her hair slicked back into straight locks. her lips an unsettling shade of blue. "Don't… you dare… touch me." She panted just before her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground.

"Thomas what's going?" Jeff asked.

Thomas ran to Green's body and slid down next to her, cradling her the way he had before. "She's unconscious." Thomas said with a shaky voice.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Newt muttered to himself, "C'mon bring her up. Let's get her to the Homestead before anyone sees."

Thomas pushed himself up with a quiet grunt and carried the girl over to the wall. As Newt and Jeff hoisted out of the Box he could only watch in utter shock. She was back. She was alive. But she wasn't Green anymore.

WICKED had taken her from them once again.

Why did they send her back to them?

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"Minho! Minho!"

All I ask for is one moment of shucking silence, is that too much? The Runner thought to himself. He'd spent the day out in the Maze, doing the same thing as always: running, mapping and coming up empty handed. He'd been unexplainably grumpy the last few days and on top of that all he was dead tired. The moment Minho saw Thomas sprinting towards him as he rested against the wall trying to catch his breath; he let out the biggest sigh he could muster along with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Give me a break Thomas, whatever it is you need to go take a lap and get back to me." Minho groaned to the overly energized greenie.

"No, Minho, you're going to want to see this." Thomas insisted.

"What the shuck could be so important? Just go get Alby or Newt. Those shanks love th—"

"It's Green. She's back."

Minho shot to his feet, he took two steps forward so they were nearly nose to nose."Watch it Slinthead," He snarled poking a thick finger in to Thomas's chest, "I don't want to joke about her."

"No Minho, she's back."

"Thomas I watched that shankette die."

"That's the thing. When she came back she was… lifeless. Not breathing, not moving, nothing. But then she just… woke up. I don't know Minho, I've never seen anything like it." Thomas panted.

"She was dead." Minho sputtered.

"We never saw her die. When the box went down she was still breathing."

"But that ride takes like a gazillion years, no way could she be alive."

Thomas shrugged. "If you don't believe me come see for yourself."

Minho's heart began racing, his head was suddenly filled with ridiculous thoughts. Maybe she was back. Maybe the girl was there for good. Maybe Minho could make her a Runner; she'd be a great Runner.

He stopped himself, not just any shank could become a runner, and certainly not a hotheaded girl. Why would he even consider that? He shook his head. He needed to get himself in check.

"You coming?" Thomas called back to him. The greenie had already begun running towards the homestead.

Minho followed and caught up easily. They kept a steady jog all the way to the house near the middle of the Glade. As they approached the door Thomas slowed down.

"She came about an hour ago. She woke up and then passed out again. She hasn't woken up since."

"Who knows about this?" Minho asked as he opened the door. He didn't even slow down for a second to make sure Thomas was still behind him, listening.

"Us, Jeff and Newt." He replied.

"Damn, you didn't even tell Alby? You shucks are really asking for it." Minho muttered.

"We're gunna tell him soon, we just wanted to see if she was even gunna live."

Minho shrugged as if it didn't matter to him, "Not worth making a big deal if the chick's gunna bite it." Inside, his heart throbbed at the thought of never speaking to her again. It was so weird; he expected to never see her again and he had accepted that. But now, with even a sliver of hope that he might walk into that room and lay eyes on Green, the thought of never talking to her or seeing her killed him all over again. As those realizations strung through his mind he silently scorned himself for being so soft. He made a mental note to keep his confusing feelings in check. After all, he wasn't one t get too sappy.

They stopped at the door to the Medjack's room. Minho's had shot to the cold metal door knob as soon as he was in range, but Thomas's shaky outburst stopped him mid squeeze."Wait. Minho, there's something I should tell you." Thomas said, studying his shoes.

The Runner turned to the greenie expectantly. "Well? What is it?" Minho demanded. His body was filled with adrenaline and excitement.

"Green… well… she doesn't…"

"C'mon Shank, I don't have all day."

Thomas bit his lip, "She doesn't remember anything. Not us, not the Glade, not the nickname we gave her, nothing."

Minho's face went white.

His bodies first instinct was to fill with blood boiling rage. How dare Thomas wait so long to tell him?

Then his heart contorted in pain. It felt heavy. His legs felt weak.

"What… what do you mean?" Minho forced himself to say in the most nonchalant voice he could manage.

Thomas wasn't fooled though. He had known this news would crush Minho and Minho hated himself for letting someone see such an obvious weakness. Thomas's pity felt more like a hard slap in the face than a warm blanket of sympathy.

"I'm sorry Minho." Thomas said shaking his head. "She doesn't remember any of us."

And just like that, his insides snapped. "Whatever. Let's just check to see if she's ok. I've got some mapping to do."

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Soft evening light flooded through a single window illuminating everything around her like a dim halo. White sheets hugged her thin frame and slid softly against her skin as she shifted her self to an upright position. Her eyes danced through the small room that contained her.

Where was she?

She quickly flipped through the files in her memory for an answer but she came up empty handed. In fact she really couldn't find anything about… well about anything.

Piper. That was her name. She had arrived in a box earlier and was met by strange teenaged boys. That was extent of her memory.

Her heart began thumping rapidly in her chest. There has to be more. Surely I remember more about my self then that!

Her eyes darted over the room again. It was small, organized and well kept. Other than the bed she was laying in there was a counter with different medical instruments, a basin of water, several rolls of cloth and bandages, and a couple of wooden chairs scattered through out the room.

"You're awake."

She nearly jumped out of the bed as her eyes landed on a pair of teens standing in the corner across from her. How had she not seen them before?

"How are you feeling?" The dark skinned one asked warily.

"Where am I?" She demanded.

"Please, just answer my question first. I need to know if you're ok. Then I'll tell you everything."

She glanced at the blonde standing next to him. He had his arms crossed and his eyes glue to her. Concern masked his face. Concern for her well being?

Piper took a deep breath, "I-I feel fine. Just a headache."

The dark skinned boy nodded, "Ok. That's good."

"Where am I?" She repeated.

The blond took a step forward. "You're in the Glade." He said in a thick accented voice.

Piper glared at him. "Thanks. That helps a lot." She scoffed with an eye roll.

"Ok, fair enough. Let me explain a little better. This is the Glade." He motioned his arms towards the window. "For two years now a new person has come up in the box just like you. We come up without any personal memories, only our names."

"Who put us here?"

The blond haired boy shrugged, "We call them the Creators. We don't know much about them."

Piper looked down at her body. She was drowning in a white t-shirt with "short-sleeves" that reached her elbows and he legs were covered by soft white blankets. Her skin was pale and freckled and entirely foreign to her.

"Why am I here?" She asked quietly.

"We don't know Green."

"And why are you calling me that? You all did it earlier and—"

The door to the room swung open revealing the blue-eyed boy she saw when she woke up and a new teen. He was tall and Asian, and when his eyes met hers he stopped mid motion.

"Who… are these people? Who are any of you guys?" Piper demanded.

"I'm Newt, This is Jeff, and these two are Thomas and Minho."

Piper pulled the covers around her legs tightly. The presence of so many strong males made her feel incredibly vulnerable. She scanned the room for some sort of weapon.

Minho wore a hard expression. Nothing about his was comforting. "She doesn't remember us?" He looked Jeff up and down expectantly.

Jeff shook his head, "Not a clue."

"Why would I remember you?" Piper asked.

"What's your name?" Minho demanded, taking a few steps towards her.

Piper shrank back into her pillow. Every instinct in her body told her to with hold information from the tall Asian boy... but she had told the others her name; there was no use in keeping her identity hidden from him. "Piper." She said with caution. "Now tell me why I should remember you."

He turned quickly, ignoring her all together. "Shuck this. I'm getting Alby." The boy cursed to the others.

"Tell me why I should remember you!" Piper cried to him, but not a single ounce of attention was being paid to her from any of the boys. She considered getting out of bed but the very thought of moving made her stomach turn.

"Minho you can't do that. We need to make a plan." Thomas insisted.

"Yah? I have a plan. Tell Alby and then get back to life as usual."

"So you're just going abandon her?" Newt asked Minho harshly.

Minho looked at Newt sideways. "I'm not abandoning anyone. That's not Green."

"Who is Green?" Piper yelled.

"Besides," Minho continued, "Alby's got a right to know. What are we gunna do, hide her forever?"

"She might not be Green but she is a person who needs our help. Alby won't know how to handle this. We should at least be on the same bloody page before we going tearing around the Glade." Newt's voice was steady and compelling. It was a shock to Piper that anyone could resist doing what he said.

"Why do I need your help? What's going to happen to me?" Piper asked; she was starting to get scared… and pissed. Her brain was threatening to shut off. More then anything at that moment she was craving sleep.

"I think you 3 got this covered." Minho spat.

"You're better than this." Newt said with distaste.

Hurt flickered over the boy's face for a prolonged moment. He bit his lip, "I've got a job to do. I'll see you shanks later." Minho muttered before stomping out of the room.

There was a moment of silence before Thomas spoke up. "I'll make sure he doesn't get Alby." Thomas said before sprinting out the door after him.

Piper stared at the remaining boys. "What. The. Fuck. Who's Green? And Why do I need your help?" Her breathing was fast and unsteady. Her head swam in a wave of exhaustion. The conversation had done nothing but pull her deeper into confusion.

"You need to rest Piper. We'll explain this all later." Jeff said, walking towards her and forcing her back to a lying position.

"Tell me now." She ordered, struggling against his hands. Her eyes felt heavy.

"You'll know everything in a couple of hours. You need to heal now." Newt said. His voice seemed far away. It was so distant and soft.

"Why… can't I know now?" The blankets hugged her gently. They coaxed her into the perfect position.

"Shhh, rest now." Jeff said.

"W-who is Green?" She whispered before the darkness invited her in.

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To: Ava Paige, Chancellor

From: Assistant Director Janson

Subject: Fate of Ms. Richards and Decisions made in your absence

A lot has happened since you left for Colorado. On your orders we sent the hostile guard, Ms. Piper E. Richards, into Glade A to observe Killzone spikes of the subjects and rid her from our custody. She'd become threatening, unwilling to work, and violent towards her co-workers. I believe that all of us agreed to make her another test for the boys.

However, despite our every prediction, Ms. Richards managed to survive her allotted 12 hours and return to us in a nearly terminal condition. The medics and I agreed that we would try to save her life every way possible because of her ability to beat the odds and survive. I think you will agree when I say that there is more to the young woman than meets the eye.

We were able to stabilize her vital signs and heal her injuries using WICKED advanced Med-Tech. But, upon returning to consciousness, Ms. Richards immediately became extremely hostile and delirious. She was sedated and the results of her 12 hours were assessed.

We found that her presences created a huge rush of dopamine in the predicted top candidates and testosterone spikes directly in the Killzone of those who are yet to be assed for the value. With out your consent, I made a snap decision to chase this change in hormone level and wipe Ms. Richards' memory before returning her to the Glade this evening, October 12, at 5:34. I know my actions were rash and possibly reckless, but I am willing to stake my reputation and career on the importance of her presence in the Killzone mapping. She is more important to our studies than original anticipated. Though she is entering the trial's later with little intellectual exercise or testing, she is very physically fit and has great survival instincts. I believe she could be the key to Group A's Killzone mapping and a step closer to the Cure.

Of course Group B will be compensated as well upon your return.

Forgive my haste,

A.D. Janson

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Hi! I hope you guys liked this chapter! Poor Piper/Green is so confused. And Poor Minho, this is what happens when guys are forced to face their feelings am I right ladies? XD, just kidding. Anyway, thanks so much for the wonderful reviews and all the support. I changed the display image of this story to give you guys a better impression of what Green looks like. She's not based off the girl in the picture, but they have similar features. Please continue to review! I'm blown away by your guys's support, seriously it is so motivational so thank you all so much. Oh and more will be revealed about what happened to Green in while she was back at WICKED later on so don't worry about that. Ok let me know what you think!