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>One Week Ago<

Lori woke up on a cold floor. She immediately panicked, thinking she was back in the Maze.

She stood up and took a look around. Everything was white; the walls, the ground, and to make it worse, there was no windows. Just one door.

Lori ran to the door as quickly as possible, but it wouldn't budge. Locked? Seriously? She thought to herself.

She slid down the wall, landing on her bum. After a moment, she pulled her knees tightly against her chest, wrapping her arms around them to keep them in place.

Lori remembered everything. The Maze. The Grievers. The Glade. The boys. Newt. Clara. Newt and Clara kissing. Her breakdown over their kiss. Running through the Maze. Trying to escape the Maze. The Griever attack. Newt and herself admitting their feeling to each other over a ledge, which was really not the right time to be doing so.Her falling down the hole.

Newt looking down at her as she fell, tears in his eyes.

She needed to get out of here and go and find him. She had another go at the door, but it definitely was not opening any time soon.

"Uh!"She cried out in anger and frustration, hitting and punching the door with as much strength as she could manage. But it still wan't enough.

"Let me out of here!" Lori screamed. "You can't keep me in here! I need to see my friends! What do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?"

She had a feeling that she already knew who was behind her "demise". WICKED. It had to be.

All of a sudden, an intercom was buzzing, but Lori could not see one anywhere in the room. It buzzed a little longer, before the feed evened out, and a voice escaped.

"Subject A6, we need you to calm down. You will be made aware of your circumstances, when we are prepared to inform you." The voice was feminine, yet strict. And Lori recognised the voice, it haunted her dreams.

"Paige? Chancellor Ava Paige, is that you?" No one responded to Lori's question. "I know it's you, so you may as well speak to me, shuckface."

The intercom immediately buzzed, "I would show me some respect young lady. I decide whether you get to live through this visit or not."

Visit. The word struck Lori. Did that mean they would be releasing her?

"Well, maybe I could show you more respect, if you showed me some. How 'bout speaking to me face to face when you're threatening to kill me?" She sassed.

The Chancellor didn't respond, allowing Lori to believe, that she had changed the Chancellor's mind. For good or for bad, was yet to be decided.

/\/\/\/\/\

It had been about two hours. About half an hour ago, they had slid a small meal through a slot in the door. A bread roll, meat, vegetables, and a glass of water. She assumed that, due to the style of the food, it was currently dinner time.

She ate her meal, making sure to eat it slowly so that it lasted longer. The bread tasted stale, the meat was dry, and the vegetables were barely cooked. She definitely missed Frypan's bacon.

After finishing her meal, she stood up, searching for maybe a secret exit or something. You never really know with WICKED. After what she saw in the Maze, nothing would surprise her.

The door to the room opened seconds later, revealing a woman, probably in her early forties, with blond and grey hair, a thin face, her hair in a tight bun and she was dressed entirely in white.

It was Ava Paige, Lori knew it. She jumped to action, tackling the woman in white. Lori sat on the woman's stomach, taking swings at her. Between the Chancellor's attempts at pushing her away, and Lori fighting back, she saw guards or something, looking shocked, before lifting Lori off of her. It looked like it took them no effort as well, as if she weighed no more than a feather.

"Let me go!" She screamed, kicking and flailing. They lifted her just above the ground, so that she was unable to run away easily.

Once she had stopped fighting against her captors, they let her stand on her own two feet. Lifting her head and flicking her head to whip her hair out of the way, she took a good look at the damage she had inflicted.

Chancellor Ava Paige's face was already beginning to swell, light purple spreading across her cheeks like a wave of color. And the scratches. Lori had left scratches upon the woman's once flawless face, crimson blood beading along each laceration.

Lori couldn't help but smirk. The woman growled, stomping towards Lori, before stopping to slap her across the face. Lori grimace as the pain ripped across her face, as if she had been the one to have been clawed.

"What gives you the right to treat me as such? I have done so much to keep you all alive, and this is what I receive?" The Chancellor sneers.

"Well, we wouldn't have had to try to stay alive, if you hadn't put us in the bloody Maze in the first place!" She screamed in the woman's face.

The Chancellor looked as if she was going to reply, but thought better of it, turning to her two body guards.

"Lock her down. Plans have changed. We begin tomorrow." The woman of WICKED sauntered out of the room, leaving the men to drop Lori to the ground.

She landed with a thump, rubbing her knees which had hit the ground first. Lori wanted to ask what she had meant by something beginning tomorrow, but she obviously didn't get the chance.

The door opened once more, and the two men from before had returned to her cell. Holding chains. Klunk, was the only thing she could think of.

The man holding the chains looked smug, staring down at her. "Time for lock down, girl."

"Chains? Really? Isn't that a bit medieval for WICKED?"

"Not when they can send a bolt of electricity through you if you don't comply to the rules" The man's partner smirks.

They take a step closer, and Lori leaps to her feet, stepping back until her back hits a wall.

"Get away from me" she snarls through gritted teeth.

"Or what?" They ask, only a step or two away.

"Please, I was trapped in a Maze with over forty boys for a long time." She replies. And before they can acknowledge what she has said, she is making her move.

With light steps, she swiftly kicks the man with the chains in the groin. The other man took a double-take, anticipating her attack.

Instead, she takes the time opening, to run out the door which the idiots had left open.

She bolted down the hallway, turning at some, and going straight at others. She had no idea where she was going, she just wanted out.

Almost that instant, an alarm blared throughout the building, a blood red light, bathing the once white halls.

She turned into the closest room. The room had television screens lining the walls, and a table down the center. Lori remained cautious as she shut the door behind her. The screens were on, images flashing across them. Security footage, maybe?

Lori sat down at a seat at the table, tapping the on button on the keyboard before her. She couldn't exactly remember using one, but she seemed to know just how it worked.

She made the screen stop switching between cameras, freezing on one. It stopped on the camera in the hallway where she was hiding. No one was looking down that corridor. Strange.

She clicked the button over and over, hoping to find something of actual use. That's when Lori finally found him.

The camera focused in on the inside of a bus. The bus contained all of the Gladers who had managed to escape the Maze. Newt, Minho, Thomas, Frypan and others. But when Lori continued to search, she couldn't find Chuck anywhere. Was the boy dead?

Lori felt a tear escape her eye. Chuck had been so kind to her. So kind to everyone in fact. None of them deserved to die, and definitely not Chuck.

"So, you found our camera room?" Someone laughs from behind her.

Lori whips her head around, to see a man with a crooked nose, thinned black hair, and a white suit, standing in the doorway. He was smirking, as if he knew all the answers to any question she had. He probably does.

She wipes at the tears gathering beneath her eyes, trying to pull herself together.

"Now, now, don't stop on my account. You're just the way we designed you, I would expect nothing less then your sympathy and compassion towards others shining through, my dear." The man leered.

"Stop it," she growled. "Stop talking like you actually know me."

"Ah," the man in the white suit holds a finger up. "But I do know you. Better than you may think, in fact. You see, Chancellor Ava Paige assigned me your case. I am Director Janson."

"I'd say nice to meet you, but I'd be lying." Lori sneered.

The man just chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, Lori, thank you for essentially proving that these Trials will be successful. If one person is like how we made them, the others must be too. So, thank you indeed."

Lori stood from her chair, and moved to punch the man, maybe claw him like she did to the Chancellor. But she didn't get the chance. The two men from before had stormed into the room, grabbing her by each arm.

"The Chancellor has assured me, that we can reward you, before the . . . testing that shall occur tomorrow. So, until morning, I wish you luck. Behave." And with that, Janson is out the door, leaving Lori to be dragged back to her cell by the two men.

The locked a cuff around each wrist, and a chain from each cuff, nailed into the wall. She also noticed a window had appeared. She assumed she looked confused, and one of the guards informed her, that she had been 'upgraded'.

After she was locked up, the men left the room. An intercom buzzed, and Lori turned towards the window. She could only see her reflection, so she assumed it to be one way glass.

"Now, like I said in your last room, you don't follow the rules, we get to test out our new toy."

"Go to hell!" Lori screamed.

Without another word, the red head heard a crackling sound echo throughout her room. All of a sudden, she felt a burning sensation in her hands. The electric current ran through her body, as if she were a live wire.

The pain was unlike anything she had felt before, and she let out an earth shattering wail of agony.

The current stopped and she immediately crawled into a ball, taking deep breaths.

"Try that again, the voltage goes higher" the voice crackles.

Lori felt the tears come once more, and all she wanted to do was find Newt, crawl into his arms, and never leave.

/\/\/\/\/\

Lori awoke to an alarm blaring within the confines of her room. She slapped her hands to her ears, trying to block out the distressing screech. It took at least two minutes for the alarm to finally stop.

"Ah, so you're awake," Chancellor Paige grinned. The look on her face made Lori feel sick to her stomach.

"Today is the day, my dear. But first, your reward, as promised."

Lori was about to ask the woman what the hell she was talking about, when another woman in white entered the room. She had bright orange hair done up in a tight bun on her head, creamy pale skin, red lips and chocolate brown eyes.

Eyes that were glistening with tears.

"Lori?" The woman smiled, tears overcoming her. Lori wanted to scowl in return, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something about the way the woman was looking at her, made her feel as if it would be cruel.

"I have missed you so much," She cries, running over to Lori and enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Lori made one of the coughing sounds, which usually insinuates that the person is uncomfortable. To the young girl's relief, the stranger catches on, pulling her arms away and drying her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I forgot, you don't remember me." The woman rose her eyes for a moment, looking deep into Lori's. "Do you?"

There was a spark in the woman's eyes made Lori want to say yes, to make the crying woman feel better. Alas, she would feel wrong if she lied to her.

"No. No, I'm sorry, I don't."

The woman swallowed hard, choking back a sob. "My name is Lucinda Whyte. I- I'm your mother," she smiled, laughing a little bit.

Lori couldn't believe her ears. Her mother? Her mother was this woman? She didn't want to believe it. This woman worked for WICKED, and she didn't want to be any more connected to it than she already was.

"No," Lori deadpans. "You can't be." She shakes her head rapidly, as if she could jolt away what she had heard, and live without everything these people had told her.

She backed away from the woman, trying to get away, but her chains kept her pinned where she was.

The woman moved closer. "Get away from me! How could you help them?" She choked, a sensation of suffocation growing heavier with each word.

"I did this, everything, to save you. They took you from me, and I wanted to protect you. I promise, that is the only reason I'm working with them. Please, believe me" her 'mother' pleaded.

"No. You helped them torture my friends. I'm never going to believe a word that escapes your shuck mouth."

"Lori, please - "

The girl screamed at Lucinda and Ava, telling them to get out. Lucinda stood up, walking to be beside Ava Paige. She looked up, to see the Chancellor gesturing to the window.

Lori's eyes went wide with realisation, "No, don't, pl-" but she was to late.

The electricity ran through her again, even more painful, if that was even remotely possible. As she howled in pain, she noticed the distraught look on Lucinda Whyte's face. She appears to care for Lori, but Lori knows how WICKED works, and that is incentive enough not to trust that woman.

The current lasted twice as long as the first time, turning off abruptly.

"I hope you have learnt your lesson," Chancellor Paige condescends. "Now, as soon as you have eaten, the two men who escorted you here, will take you to our testing area. Finally, we can begin the next step in your part to play in the Trials, my dear. You are an important piece."

Lori looks up, to see the Chancellor smirking wickedly. How ironic.

"What the shuck are you talking about?"

"You, my dear, are going to bring chaos to the core."

Lori felt her eyebrows knit together, trying to decipher the woman's little riddle.

"Like you already know, you are a Variable in our experiment. During Phase Two, you shall break what holds Group A strong. You will break Subject A5."

The girl cowered, feeling afraid to hear the answer to her current question. "Who is Subject A5."

This pulled strings within the older woman's face, resulting in a sickening , smug look. "Newt, my dear. You, are going to destroy Newt. Without Newt they will crumble, that is one of their Variables. He is the Glue, and we must see how they cope without him."

"No," Lori whispered to herself, her heart sinking to her stomach, weighing down every emotion running through her veins. She could no longer move, no longer speak. Just stare.

"Yes. Don't worry, we don't plan on you killing him, just eliminating any flame of hope inside of him. If he falls, they will all slowly fall. That is the hypothesis, at least. Now, please eat, so we can get you to work."

And with that, both women walked out, leaving Lori to wallow in her miserable thoughts and feelings.

She could never hurt Newt. Never.

/\/\/\/\/\

The time had come. Lori hadn't touched her food, and they gave up on trying to get her to eat it. The men wanted to shock her again, but the Chancellor was against it, saying that she didn't want to disturb the girl's brain waves so close to the operation.

Lori didn't enjoy the sound of any of that. An operation, definitely did not seem pleasant. Like, at all.

The men removed the chains, but left the cuffs, connecting them behind her back, so that she had no access to her hands.

After several minutes of walking, they reached their destination. The room was white tiles walls, floor and ceiling; hospital beds lined the side walls; and machines hanging from the ceilings.

Fear began to claw within Lori, digging its nails in deep.

"I don't want to do this," She whimpered. "Please, don't let them do this to me."

She shamelessly pleaded, but no one would listen. No one cared.

They walked her over to a table, laying her down, and strapping her arms and legs down.

Ava Paige and Lucinda appeared by her table side, one smiling, the other looking worries.

"Glad you are able to join us, Lori," the Chancellor began. "Now, this above you, is what we call, a Retractor. It is what will be completing today's experiment. I promise you, we have a very high rate of succession. It shall be allocated on your face, where it will begin it's work. Any questions?"

Lori felt herself whimper as the Chancellor's words sunk in. "Why me?"

"Simple. There was no one else more suited to this role."

Ava Paige walked away, leaving Lucinda and Lori alone at the bed.

Lucinda slowly brought the machine down, so that it was hovering just about Lori's nose.

"I am truly sorry for this. I had no idea that they would choose you."

"Save your bullshit for someone who gives a damn," Lori ground out, her voice like gravel.

Lucinda looked offended by her daughter's words. She was about to leave, when something else came to mind.

She leaned in close to Lori, and whispered in her ear. "When you are in the Scorch. Find your brother. His name, is Aris. And please, remember that I love you, no matter what it looks like, I have always done what was necessary to protect what was left of our family. Unfortunately, this was my only option."

Lucinda walked away, hands tight by her side.

"Then you're a coward! A bloody coward!" Lori screamed after her.

Lucinda didn't respond, and that's when the whirring began. A nurse quickly jabbed a sedative in Lori's arm, before placing the machine upon her face.

The medicine kicked in almost immediately, making everything look fuzzy.

Lori felt the cool metal on her face, and then the uncomfortable feeling, of the wires entering her ears.

She blocked out the pain, slowly dozing off, her last thoughts of seeing Newt again.

But she wanted to keep him safe, so she knew that that was not an option.

/\/\/\/\/\

For the next few days, leading up to her arrival in the Scorch, Lori was experimented on. Punishments included.

They manipulated her brain until she couldn't see right from left, molding her into their own weapon of a Variable.

She would remember WICKED, so that she knew what would happen if she disobeyed what they want her to do. They also told her, that if she tells anyone, her second visit to their headquarters would be worse.

She would remember the Glade, the Maze, the adventures, and the people she met. All except one.

The boy who she loved with all her heart.