Hello Gladers! I am planning on getting back on track with an update each week, but it depends. Anyways, if you like the story so far, AWESOME. If you don't, that's your opinion, so that's AWESOME too. This is my first story, so constructive criticism is welcome here. Enjoy the story, and don't forget to vote if you like it! :)

Emily <3

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"Y/N, we need you to cooperate please. You must go into the Maze. We know how much it hurts to say goodbye to him, but you need to let go." 

You stared at the ceiling, struggling against four people in white suits. They had a syringe with the marked W.I.C.K.E.D. and you knew what it was. 

Amnesia. 

You could do nothing but watch as your father was taken away from you, blue veins popping out of his skin like a 3D tattoo. You cringed at the memory, knowing something was wrong with him, but you just couldn't place what it was. 

"Please, sweetie, you need to do this. You can save humanity. You can be a hero." 

You looked past the uniformed scientists to a wall filled with tubes. You recognized Gally, Minho, and Newt in them and they looked like they were drowning in the water filled tanks. You tried to call out to them, to stop them from drowning, but your mouth seemed sealed shut. You gave in to the blackness that overcame your body, but you could hear the woman's last message to you:  

                                                                           "WICKED is good."

"Greenie! Wake up! Wake up!" 

You opened your eyes.

"Y/N." You muttered. 

Newt was over you, shaking you lightly. He stopped and looked at you. 

"What?"

 You repeated, "Y/N, I remember my name. It's Y/N." 

He looked down, muttering silently. 

"You don't like my name, do you?" 

Newt looked up, looking slightly appalled. 

"Of course I do, it's just, I'm so used to calling you Greenie." 

You smiled. 

Gosh he's so adorable.

"It's fine, you can still call me Greenie. No one else can, though." 

He smiled, the same scrunched up grin that lit up the world. 

"Oh! I almost forgot. I remember some things." 

Newt waited for you to continue as you excitedly rushed into detail of what happened, imitating the echoing voices that rang in your head that night. When you had explained it all, he only shrugged. 

"Well, that isn't much to go off of. I mean, what the shuck was wrong with your dad? What does WICKED stand for? How are those WICKED shanks good if they left us, put us in this bloody Maze? Why were we in tanks with water?"

You shrugged, obviously not knowing any of the answers. But you only learned there was a maze through that dream. 

"Hey that Maze, is it beyond those walls?" 

Newt nodded, but his face became grim.

"Unless you're a runner, you cannot go through the bloody maze because it's way too dangerous." 

You nodded, but you were still curious. Tomorrow, you were told, you were going to be a runner with Minho for the testing. You would figure out more about this 'bloody maze' then. but for now, you really wanted to talk to Newt.

It was only then you realized how early it was, and how long you still had until morning. You fell asleep right there in Newt's arms.