This is just an idea that I got and I wanted to try it out, so here's the first chapter of what can be a full book. If you want it to be a full book, post in the comments, if you don't then just bear with me here.

I stepped into the Box, about to begin the final phase of the Maze Trials. I know my mission, I go in, get them out, pretend to know nothing about WICKED, get the cure, and go on my merry way. I know these people are cruel, but I can't get the Flare, I can't forget about Mom and Cayden. Not like they remember me. I don't even know where they are.

Come on Olivia, focus. Wait, no, your name isn't Olivia anymore, it's Victoria.

The Box begins its accent and I begin my last moments as myself. Well, my last moments till the end of the trials. When I get up there, Teresa will still be in a coma. She just arrived yesterday. I'll have all my memories and get them out.

I think about life before Mom got the Flare. Before we had to lock her in the basement. Then after we had left the house, we had thought it was over. Till my twin brother, Cayden got it. I left strait after I locked him up and went to WICKED, begging for help. They promised me the cure if I would help them. I'm not immune and I know it, WICKED had tested me, so this is my only hope.

The Box stops and I get into character: I know them all, we went to school together after the flares hit and about two years ago, thirty people disappeared. Then one a month, every month. It was my turn and there had been a glitch when they had tried to wipe my memories so I knew how to get us out. I put on the he smile I had rehearsed so many times and got ready.

The Box opened and I saw the faces I had studied, Newt, Frypan, Alby, Gally, Winston, Clint, all of them.

"Oh, come on!" Gally says. "Not again." I ignore the comment.

"Hey, guys," I say. "Nice to see you all again. Even you Gally."

"What the klunk are you talking about?" Chuck asks.

"Chuck! How are you?" I say, faking all of it.

"Okay. What are you bloody talking about?" Says the British accent I've heard so many times.

"Get me out of the Box and I'll tell you, Newt." I say

Someone throws down the rope and I climb out. I look around for the person Director Paige told me about. Then I find him.

"Thomas." I walk up and give him a hug, just like I was told to do. When I let go, his face is full of confusion and fear. I put on the saddened, and realizing expression I had practiced so many times.

"Of course," I say. "The Swipe. You don't remember me." I turn to face the other Gladers. "None of you do." I force the single tear out of my eye like I rehearsed so many times.

"Hey," Alby says. "It's okay. Just tell us what's going on."

I look into his eyes and wipe the tear from my face. "It's a long story, Alby."