"Stupid girl." A woman's voice said.
"Yes, I agree. And since they all think that she's dead, we can't send her back." A man said.
"No." The woman replied. "We must send her back. We just need to make them think that we saved her."
I heard shuffling, then whispers.
"What about the last one to be banished?" The man asked.
"Ugh, let him in. But if he tries anything, get rid of him."
About five minutes later, I heard more shuffling feet and a familiar guy voice say,
"Oh my gosh, Bella!"
Then it sounded like the person took two steps before a sickening sound of wood on a hard object filled the air.
There was a pained scream, then the man who had previously been in started to speak.
"I told you to walk!"
"I'm sorry!" The boy shouted back.
I tried to open my eyes, to try to look at the boy, but I failed.
While I was trying to open my eyes, the boy had moved to the side of where I was.
He took my left hand in his, and started to whisper.
"Bella, I'm so sorry. I can't believe that this has happened to you. It's my fault, it's all my fault."
A minute passed after he had said that, when I began to feel something warm dripping onto my face.
The areas on my face that hurt started to painfully burn when whatever it was touched them.
My skin felt like it was being slowly and agonizingly burned off.
The stuff was wiped off, and I felt slightly better.
Someone began to slowly pry my right hand open.
"I made it for you, so you'd always remember me." The boy said. "I'll put it on you, since you can't."
It was obviously a ring, because he put it on my index finger.
My eyelids suddenly felt light, like I could open them.
I tried, and succeeded.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the extremely bright lights, and I could make out a form of a person standing to my right.
Once my eyes adjusted, I could see the boy.
I was so confused.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He mirrored my face.
"It's me, Ben."
Ben? I don't know a Ben.
"I don't know who you are." I replied.
He began looking around.
"What? You have to remember me, and the maze. The Gladers, Thomas, Minho, Newt, Alby, Clarissa, Ally, Chuck, everything!"
"No I'm sorry. I have no idea who you are! The only people I know are my brother and sister! And where is my brother and sister?" I frantically asked.
I tried to stand up.
A beeping noise erupted throughout the room, and a man who resembled a rat started walking toward us.
Ben reached for me, and the man shot him with a dart gun. Ben collapsed, and I scooted backwards.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He stopped next to Ben's collapsed body, and smiled at me. "Janson. The name is Janson." He replied.
"Bella." I said back, still a little freaked out.
"Oh, don't you think I already know that? You grew up in these walls." He said, gesturing to the entire room.
"I...did?" I asked.
"Of course! And I know you don't remember anything clearly so...I about I clear things up?"
I nodded, unsure about what to do.
"Well, you came here at a very young age, about five or six years old. You came with your brother Aris, and your mentally disabled sister Ally. You were immediately trained to be our assassin, a test for our...subjects in the maze. The other kids never got along with you, but you always kept your calm by knowing that you would have the opportunity to get payback one day. One day your siblings betrayed you by joining the others against you, and you immediately hated one particular person, Thomas. He was the ringleader who persuaded your brother and sister to join him, and when you went to the maze, it was your mission to finish him. Unfortunately the swipe didn't work correctly, and you forgot your hatred for him, and began to have, good feelings instead. But then you jumped off a cliff, and they now think your dead." He paused, then added in clipped words, "This is what he wanted from the beginning, he killed Ally and enraged Ben until Ben attacked him, which caused you to feel so much sorrow that you jumped off the cliff. He is the reason you don't have your memories and why your sitting right here."
I felt my chest tighten. Ally, my only sister, was dead?
Another scene flashed through my head.

I gasped for air after being thrown on the ground.
Grabbing a nearby dagger, I stood up, ready to fight. Two Wicked guys dragged my squirming brother, Aris, down the hallway.
Palming another dagger, I paused for a millisecond, and threw them both, one at a time. My flawless aim didn't fail, and I hit the two men in the center of their backs, right where I wanted to.
They crumbled to the ground, and I ran over towards Aris to help him up. He stood on his own, then faced me.
"How'd you do that?" He asked, shocked.
"What, the knifes? Wicked has been training me to be their assassin." I replied.
Aris shook his head. "Bella, this isn't you. You hate death, even bugs dying."
I put my head in my hands for a second, then replied. "Aris, we live in a different world now, we're going to start having to survive, instead of just living. You know that I'd protect you and Ally with my life, no matter what it takes. So yes, I still do hate death, but I'm willing to get over it in order to protect you. So can you do the same?"
He shook his head again. "No, I can't. You're not my sister anymore, you're different. I don't even know you now. Thomas said this would happen, and it did."
With that he leaped over the Wicked guys and ran down the rest of the hall, leaving me alone and heart broken.

The flashback ended, and I turned to face Janson.
"I want Thomas dead." I said to him.