So sorry everyone, this chapter is long over due. My life is crazy right now and my schools soccer season just started so I have basically no free time. Hope you all like this chapter, it was on of the most fun to write so far. Let me know what you think and please please give me feedback! I appreciate the support from everyone!

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Her whole body felt like it'd been hit by a bus. Like it smacked into her body and then backed up over her just to make sure it cracked her chest. Her muscles ached and her head swam in a pool of thick, warm syrup. Her eyes sagged with exhaustion.

"W-why are you holding my hand?" Piper demanded.

"Huh?" Minho asked. He looked down at their intertwined fingers as if he too was just noticing it. At the sight he recoiled his arm instantly and looked up at Piper with a look of extreme confusion."Green..." He started.

Piper let out a frustrated sigh, "Can we please not do this again? I'm too tired to play along. It's Piper, ok?"

"Uh... yah. Sorry. Do... do you remember what just happened?"

"You mean when I woke up to find you holding my hand like 5 seconds ago? Yes, unfortunately I do."

Minho's expression turned to melancholy. His mouth turned to a deep frown, "Yah, that's what I meant."

Piper rolled her eyes at his incompetence. She shoved her hands against the bed and pushed herself up. Her head felt like it'd been stuffed with bricks. "God, how long was I out."

"About 24 hours I think." Minho replied quietly.

"24 hour huh? Jeez, why do I still feel like shit?" Piper asked him, pulling her knees into her chest.

"Um… I don't know. Listen, we need to talk."

He was acting like an idiot who had just seen a ghost. Piper was getting really tired of these guys. She'd never been so confused in her life. For whatever reason she had a feeling she wasn't a b-i-t-c-h, but the hunger and the exhaustion and the confusion and the band of moronic teenaged boys wasn't exactly helping her "go with the flow" attitude.

She just stifled a groan, "Can I at least get something to eat? I'm starved."

"In a second. First, I want you to tell me everything you remember."

Piper rolled her eyes. Man, this guy is dumb.

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"Ok, for the last time, I remember waking up, seeing that guy Thomas, kicking his ass even when I felt like a corpse," she said with a smirk, "Then sleeping some more, meeting your sorry butt, and then a lot more sleeping. Then I woke up holding your hand. Now can I please eat?" Piper begged.

It must've been 10 o'clock at night. Surely no one else was awake. The skinny black kid, Jeff, had come in to "relieve Minho of his shift" but Minho had told him he'd watch her for the night.

Piper of course rolled her eyes at the last part, but Minho was her key to eating so she continued to repeat her memories and play nice, even though she felt like socking him in the mouth.

"Yah, I'll make you a sandwich. C'mon." Minho grumbled. He pushed himself to his feet and slunk to the door. Piper followed him eagerly out of the small room. It was the first time she's consciously been outside and she was determined to take everything.

The wet grass tickled her bare feet as she glided into the crisp night air. Her eyes widened at the sight of everything around her. Even in the dead of the night she could tell it was a fully functioning society run entirely by teenaged boys… it was a miracle. Well-built buildings were sprinkled across the freshly cut fields; trees loomed in one corner while another held clumps of animals grazing silently. A few lone boys walked sleepily to their hammocks but no one paid them any mind.

"It's beautiful." Piper whispered.

Minho shrugged, "Yah, I guess."

"You don't think so?" She asked.

"I guess I just stopped looking for beauty in things a while ago." Minho admitted.

Piper grinned, "You should start looking again buddy. With out finding beauty in things you're not living… you're just surviving. Now, where's this sandwich?"

Minho stared at her blankly for a second, "Um… over here, c'mon." He lightly placed his hand on the small of Piper's back to guide her towards the largest building in the Glade.

"Here you go," Minho said as he opened the door, "Welcome to the kitchens."

"Holy Hell. Food. Now." Piper ordered. She was practically foaming at the mouth. She attempted to burst through the small doorframe but Minho stuck his arm out to hold her back. "Hey!" She cried. Her eyes grasped for the food.

Minho couldn't help but chuckled, "Sit your butt down. Fry would kill me if he found out I let a Greenie in the back room." He pointed to a seat among one of the many tables.

"Please hurry." Piper begged.

"Calm your self girlie. I'll go as fast as I can."

He disappeared into a back room leaving Piper alone.

Piper took a hesitant step into the kitchen; her eyes scanned the area carefully. The whole place was eerily familiar. She had an unbelievably strong feeling that there was a window in the back room and an undeniably attraction to a rack of kitchen knives resting on a counter. These temptations swirled through her brain and no part of her could explain why they existed. None of it made sense.

Her fingers circled around the top of a wooden chair. It made a sudden screech as she pulled it across the floor. Piper's mind buzzed with questions as she took a seat, most prominently: had she been in that room before?

"Here you go." Minho manifested, breaking Piper's train of thought. He glided over to her with a plate in hand. "One ham and cheese. Shucking perfection." Minho muttered,

Piper forced the thoughts out of her head and took the sandwich gratefully.

"Thanks." She managed before pushing it into her mouth.

Minho plopped down across from the girl. She could sense his eyes on her as she shoved the food down her throat, but hunger forced her to think nothing of it. He had a few screws loose, she was sure of that. It was almost impossible for her to read his thought and expressions… but that that moment, she didn't care.

Finally, as her stomach began to feel normal again, she swallowed a bite and turned to the boy, "So what's your deal? Don't you like hate me or something?" she asked.

"What?" Minho demanded defensively.

"Sorry, I hope that's not to forward or whatever. I'm just getting weird vibes from you." She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear before sinking her teeth into another glorious mouthful of cheesy/hammy goodness. "The whole storming out of the room thing early, the hand holding, the scowl. It's all very confusing."

"No. Nothing like that." He stared down at his hands.

"Then what? Do I creep you out? Do you love me? What is it?"

Minho looked up at her. "You really don't remember anything?"

She shook her head, lowering the sandwich. Her eyes narrowed. Since she arrived she felt like she'd been a part of some sick game and no one was telling her the rules and she was getting really tired of it. "What's going on?"

Minho sighed, "Earlier today there was a meeting. We all decided that we weren't going to tell you anything but… " He paused for so long. His heart was pounding in his ears and his hands shook, but he needed to tell her. It was like his brain had tunnel vision; the only thing he could focus on was telling her the truth. "…but you woke up Green." His eyes suddenly burst with life. He leaned forwards and grabbed her hand. She flinched at his movements, it took everything she had to not pull away. "You told me I had to remind you. You said you could save us! I mean shuck, who am I to not listen to someone when they think they might know a way to get us out of here!"

Piper swallowed the food in her mouth and placed the sandwich on the table. She spoke slowly as her eyes grew with recognition; "I get it now."

"You do?"

"Yah." She chuckled, "You're crazy. I mean, I didn't see it before but now I do. The hand holding, the mood swings…you're psychotic, aren't you?"

Minho let out a frustrated groaned and flopped back in his seat, "Ugh. That was too much too fast wasn't it?"

Piper shrugged, "Whatever you say, Crazy."

"I'm not crazy. I just need you to shucking listen to me. You've been here before. This isn't the first time we met."

"Yep. Insane." She said, taking another bite of her sandwich.

"Would you cut that out? I'm not jacked, ok? Listen. We know each other. I can prove it. Your left wrist has a tattoo that says 'Green' in cursive. That's why we all call you Green."

Piper stared at him.

"Check. If you don't believe me then check."

Hesitantly, Piper turned her hand so that she could see her wrist. Sure enough in black letters there was one word: Green.

She shook her head, "So what, you saw my wrist. The tattoo wasn't exactly hidden." She munched on the last piece of bread.

Minho groaned again. He look at her for a second, thinking, then lit up. "Check your right ribcage. You've got a scar there."

"You undressed me?" Piper cried, her hands flew over her chest as if Minho could see through her shirt.

"What? No! No I was there when you got it!"

"You perv!" She stood up quicky and pushed her chair out.

"Wait! Wait. I give me one last chance to prove to you that we've met."

Piper crossed her arms. Every part of her body told her to leave that guy for good. But the small portion of her mind that was buzzing with strange feelings forced her to stay.

"Fine. One more chance."

Minho grinned. "Come 'ere." He grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her towards the counter. "Stay there." He ordered.

She watch with intense curiosity as Minho grabbed a cold bowl of what appeared to be old chilly or some chunky soup. He jogged over to the wall at least 15 feet across from her and stuck his fingers into the bowl. He carefully drew an "X" along the wooden wall in redish brown liquid.

"Ok you're drawing on the wall. I mean, I don't have much memory or anything but… but this seems like something a crazy person would do?" Piper asked, crossing her arm.

"Just trust me." He dropped the bowl and turned to her. "Pick up one of those knives." He pointed to the counter behind her. "I want you to throw the knife at this X. I've see you do it before. You have the best aim of anyone I've ever seen and to prove it, I'm going to stand right here." Minho backed against the wall. The center 'X' was just a few inches above his shoulder and barely one inch from his ear.

Piper's mouth dropped open. "You… you're mental. Absolutely insane."

"You can do it. I've seen you do it. Besides, what's the worst that's going to happen? If you hit me you've rid the world of one more crazy person." Minho shrugged with a sly grin.

"Yah, and then I get attacked by all of your friends who think I'm a murderer."

"Green. Please."

Her heart lurched at those words. Despite her every instinct telling her no, Piper turned and carefully selected a knife from the rack. The circular handle morphed around her light grip. The blade was just another part of her arm. Nothing had ever felt so familiar to her.

She turned to Minho who nodded at her, giving full consent.

"I'm going to kill you." She warned him in a shaky voice.

"No you won't. I promise."

Piper took a deep breath drew back her hand. When the blade reach her ear she stop, pressing it softly against her skin, it sent chills down her spine. Her eyes narrowed around the center of the X. And then she released. The knife flew through the air with a perfect spiral. With a loud Thunk! it sunk right into the middle.

Her eyes doubled in size. "H-how did… how can I do that?" She gasped.

Minho shrugged with a satisfied smile, "I told ya shank. Do it again."

She did. Another knife landed a hair off of the center. Then a third.

"Ok now that's enough, I don't want you to kill me." Minho admitted, pulling the knives from the wall.

"Minho… how did you know this?"

He walked over to her quickly. His eyes twinkled with relief as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Like I said, we met. A week ago you were here and… and then you left. But I think that you're our key out."

"Out of what?"

The twinkle in his eye diminished, "Oh yah. You don't know. Sit down. Let me explain everything."

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"So it's been 2 years and still nothing?" Green asked.

Minho shook his head. "Not even a hint."

At that point it must've been 1 o'clock in the morning. The two of them had been talking for hours about everything that had happened in the Glade.

Sure, Minho felt an overwhelming guilt for telling Green about everything. He'd decided to leave out the parts about the others attempting to kill her. In fact, he hadn't told Green much about anything from her time in the Glade and she hadn't really asked. She was more interested in their escape plans.

"So you think I know how to get out of here?" She asked.

Minho nodded, "That's what you told me."

"Yah, that's what Green told you."

She'd begun referring to herself as Piper and her past self as Green. It was confusing for Minho but he decided not to push it. He wasn't going to stop calling her Green.

"But how can I get us out of here if I can't remember any more than you guys?"

Minho shrugged, "I don't have a shuck clue. Dude, I'm just going off of what you told me."

"I didn't tell you anything." She said with an eye roll.

"Listen, let's just figure this out tomorrow. I've got to train Thomas tomorrow."

"He's the one who just became a Runner, right?" She asked.

"Yah. You can trust him." Minho said, "But Green, you can't tell anyone what we talked about tonight. No one. Not Thomas. Not Newt. Especially not Gally or Alby."

"Guy with the eye brows and bossy leader, right?" She asked.

Minho nodded proudly.

"I won't say a word. Not to anyone."

"Ok, good." Minho smiled. "Why don't you go get some sleep, alright?"

"God, 24 hours of sleep and I'm still exhausted." Green laughed.

"I have a feeling that you're not going to be getting a lot of sleep these next few weeks." Minho admitted.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way." She stood up and pushed in her chair. "I guess I go back to the Medic's room?" She asked.

Minho nodded, "Goodnight Green."

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"Fine. Goodnight Minho." Green said with a soft smile and a playful eye roll, "See you tomorrow."

Minho sucked in a deep breath as she slipped out of the room. His heart beat regularly once again. Even though he'd betrayed his friends he felt… right.