"Don't you dare touch me with that." I muttered to the man who stood in front of me as I sat tied to the wooden chair.

I was in a small, concrete room. It looked like something you would use to ask prisoners questions. An interrogation room—that's what it's called. But these shucking people had me tied to a chair, my wrists behind me. I was in my grey tank top and my black leggings. My eyes stung with the ever flowing river of tears I cried last night when I was shoved into that traumatic child's bedroom. My old bedroom.

I think that before I was in the Maze, I was one of their favorite test subjects, because that's what they've been doing to me since this morning. They pulled my half conscious body off of the floor and literally carried me to this room, where they have been poking and prodding things into me for hours and hours. Nobody answered the questions that I had, ignoring me every time I tried to talk some sense into them.

The man who was now standing in front of me, held a needle as big as his pointer finger and filled it up with some sort of blue liquid. He smirked at me and then lined it up with the veins in my neck where they have been giving me shots all day long. I jerked out of the way, and he gripped the other side of my head harshly, sending me the coldest glare he could probably muster.

"If you resist, it'll hurt more," He told me. I flared my nostrils and clenched my teeth in anger, "Just stay still, girl."

"You're wrong," I smirked at him, my eyes falling more limp with every second that passed. The doctor pressed the cold needle against my vein and furrowed his eyebrows at me, not plunging it in just yet. I continued speaking, "I'm already hurt. All you're doing is making me stronger."

In a wave of anger, the man pushed the needle into my neck and emptied the confines, immediately making me scream out in agony. I pinched my eyes shut and thrashed around in my chair, feeling like my body was being set on fire. Every limb...every vein was stinging like I had been poisoned. It was unbearable. I screamed until my throat was raw, then I screamed some more, trying to ease the sting by focusing on the pain in my throat instead of the burns that erupted inside my body.

The man who was standing in front of me stood up and began jotting down notes on a clipboard that he had been using since the early hours of this morning. He glanced at me, then back down at the paper, writing what he noticed and what the blue liquid had done to me. I screamed and wailed, feeling more tears that I hadn't even known existed from in the corners of my eyes. All I wanted to do was jump in one of those ice baths they gave me earlier today. Although that hurt like hell as well, it was all I wanted right now. That, and Newt.

As quickly as the stinging started, it stopped. It drained out of my body like the life was being sucked from me as well. It was all gone, and all I felt was a tingling sensation, like ants were crawling on every inch of my skin. I dipped my head down and breathed heavily through my mouth, trying to catch my unsteady breath.

"How do you feel?" The doctor asked me, holding the pen in his hands. I kept my gaze one the white tile floor, feeling a single tear roll down my cheek and into my mouth. I tried to speak, but all that I managed to get out was a small grunt, which somehow carried all of my frustrated emotions inside it.

He let out an amused hum and jotted one last thing down on his clipboard before walking out of the room, leaving me alone once again. My mind wondered to my friends. Where were they? Were they going through the same things as I was? Why was I so special to these people? Where was Newt? All I wanted to see was Newt. See his brown eyes burn holes in my heart. Run my fingers through his soft blonde hair. I wanted to feel his calloused hands touch mine. Even though they were battered and beaten, Newt's hands always made me feel somewhat at home. He was my home. Who knew that could ever be a person.

I hadn't even noticed the silent tears flowing out of my eyes as I thought about him. Was he with another girl? Or were we the only ones in this giant building? The ringing in my ears started as I thought of the endless possibilities of where he could be and what he could be doing. But I also thought of my other friends. Were they safe?

My eyes drooped with every thought that I had, and my breathing became more controlled as I tried to clear my sore throat, causing me to wince in pain. I don't think I could talk even if I wanted to. I tilted my chin up to the ceiling and looked at the white fluorescent light, wishing that someone would just take me away... Take me anywhere other than this room, or the white tiles of my childhood room. Was this what I would have to go through every day? Maybe this is why I looked so hideous in that reoccurring dream, or on the WICKED screen as we were leaving the Maze.

I swallowed the lump in my throat just as two guards came into the room. I glanced up at one of them as the other untied my hands. I wondered if John was one of these guards that watched behind the glass of the room. I knew the doctor who was standing with me wasn't the only one watching his actions. If my assumptions were correct, there were probably about five people watching behind the glass right now. When the knot was undone around my hands, each guard grabbed an arm and pulled me to my feet. I fell limp in their arms, and they literally held me off of the ground as they carried me out of the room.

It had been the same routine all day long. They would carry me to my room, where I would have about half an hour to recover before they brought me back to the testing room, where they would try a different serum on me with a twelve inch needle.

We finally reached my room, and I had no energy left in me to resist. That had gotten me a punch in the face this morning. I just let them toss me to the floor, where my skin slapped against the cold tile. I heard the metal door shut, and I stayed numb. Like I was nothing but an empty body and a brain. I hoped they knew that they were testing someone who was already dead. It won't get them very far.

I was just a heartbeat. Nothing. At some point during the day and through yesterday, my soul had completely departed my body, taking my dignity and my pride with it. Most importantly, my hope.

I just wanted it to all be over now. Maybe one of their serums would kill me, and the agony would finally end and I would be left in peace. Maybe Newt and the others would mourn me for a little bit, but they would eventually get over it. They would get themselves to safety, and that's the only thing that mattered.

We had been tricked. These people were WICKED, and I couldn't do anything to warn them. Thomas, Minho, Newt...everyone else. We went through all of that work to escape the Maze only to be captured again. They had given us food, beds...everything we didn't have in the Maze, and yet that place was still better than this one. It was better than laying on the floor, staring at a ceiling waiting for death to come and grab you like one of their own. Better than being left alone.

With all the strength I had left in me, I lifted my head off the ground and turned my body over to my stomach. I wondered what time it was. We'd sure been at this testing business for a long time. Maybe it had only been two hours. Or maybe it had been ten. I knew it hadn't been a year, although that's what if felt like. There was no clock in my room. The only thing that I had to do besides wonder and think was stare at the small drawing. That's what I did.

I slowly crawled over to my bed and grabbed the white folded piece of paper off of the comforter. I unfolded it and stared at the terrible drawing. I wish I was there right now, wherever it was. A beach where I could see the sunrise with Newt. Where I could walk by myself and not have to constantly wonder what time it was or when people were going to have to take me back for testing. There was just...so much pain. I didn't know how to deal with it. I'm almost completely positive that this happened before the Maze as well. Based on my drawing, the WICKED screen, and the dream, this definitely happened to me before my memories were wiped.

Sometimes I wished I could remember, but then I realized all of the pain that would come with it. All of the torturing sessions I would have to live through again. My parents...what happened to them? Did I have a brother? A sister? The only thing that I moderately remembered was that I knew Newt. If I gained all my memories back, that might be how it was worth it. But somehow, I don't think that gaining all of them back would make me just remember the happy memories. Right now, I had a lot more sad ones than happy ones. Especially in these past couple of hours.

I gently placed the picture back on the floor and looked at the mirror that sat above the sink. Feeling my strength come back to me very slowly, I lifted my arms onto the top of my bed, pulling the rest of my body up with it. Every part of my body felt numb, and as much as I told myself that I could do it—that I could stand to my feet, my body refused. Shaking my head, I stared down at my feet, hardly feeling the tingling sensation anymore. Now, I felt weak. Like I was nothing but skin and bones.

I heard the metal door of my room slide open once again, and two more soldiers appeared. I furrowed my eyebrows, "It hasn't been half an hour..."

The guard tilted his head to the side and sighed, stepping into my white room and grabbing my forearm that surely had bruises on it by now, "They said it was urgent."

Before they had the chance to carry me out, I grabbed the piece of paper off of my bed, needing something to keep the little amount of sanity I had left at bay. The other guard grabbed my arm and they lifted me up, my feet barely touching the ground. As soon as they walked me out of the door, the first thing I noticed was the yellow alarm ringing.

I furrowed my brows and looked around, wondering if it was just a glitch or if something was actually happening. With every second that passed, the guards pushed me along faster, taking me down a hallway and to the first door to the left. There were a lot more doctors here, all hustling around and messing with different vials of blue liquid. The guards pushed me further into the room and through a curtain, where I turned my head to see a body of a girl laying unconscious in a bed.

"Teresa?" I breathed in disbelief. I thought she was with the guys...that just confirmed all of my previous assumptions that something bad was happening to them. I felt fear envelop my demeanor as the guards shoved me into another interrogation room with three doctors. More than I've ever had in one room at a time. They all had the usual clipboard and white lab coat, but the nervous expression they all wore was new.

"Go," One of the doctors yelled to the guards, "They need you. Go!" They obliged and ran out of the room while the doctors now had the liberty of tying me up to the chair. They tied my wrists around each leg of the chair so that they weren't touching.

Stupid, I thought. I already knew of a way to get out of this. Throughout all of the blue serums that have been injected into me today, the only good thing was that some of my fighting skills have started to come back to me. Maybe it was all the bacteria that ate away at whatever was blocking my memories, but about every fifteen minutes, I had the strong urge to punch anyone closest to me, and fight them using the skills I had remembered or figured out.

The doctor took a step back and grabbed a vial of a serum with a shaky hand, taking a step towards me and flicking it like they did every time. Before he had the chance to stick the needle into my neck, the door to the entire room opened up, and a lady doctor with black frizzy hair stepped in, her face full of anxiety. I looked at the three doctors that were in the interrogation room with me, and they all turned their heads towards the woman, furrowing their eyebrows like she wasn't supposed to be there.

Suddenly, the woman was pushed forward, and the boys...my boys made their way into the room. Thomas was holding a giant gun, and he immediately made eye contact with me, handing the gun to Minho, who pointed it at all of the doctors while Newt and Fry tipped over a table to block the door.

I turned my head back to the doctors in front of me and smirked. Like a flip had been switched, I kicked the man who was standing over me in the balls, sending him to the floor. I headbutted him, moving him out of the way, and because my legs weren't tied, I was able to stand up and kick the second doctor out of the way sending him to the floor. The third man dropped everything and swung his fist at me, which I immediately dodged and hit him in the back with the chair attached to me. My eyes caught the man I had kicked gaining his strength, and I dropped to the floor, rolling over to him and turned my back. I flung the chair up to hit his stomach, and he took a step back. I sat down on his foot and swung my head back, feeling his nose connect with my head. I stood back up and took out his legs, sending him to the ground...once again.

With the other doctor advancing towards me, I kicked him in the balls. He fell onto his hands and knees and I got onto his back, doing a front flip onto the body of the other man. The wooden chair broke, and I pushed the ropes off of my wrists, finally being set free. I stood up and looked out of the glass, finally seeing a glimmer of hope as Thomas stared at me with his mouth open, in awe of how I just beat three guys up while I was tied to a chair. I gave him a quick smirk before feeling arms wrap around my body again.

I quickly grabbed the guys hand and twisted his fingers all the way back, making him scream in agony and let go of my body. I elbowed him in the kidney and hit him in the head, making him take a step back. I took out his legs once again and saw him get back up.

Really? I thought. I groaned and started running towards him. I jumped onto his neck and used the same move I had used on Gally the night that Thomas came up in the Box, sending the man to the ground, groaning and whining in pain. I shook my head at him and looked back up to Thomas, who now wasn't the only guy staring in awe at me. Everyone in the room was now watching me with open mouths. I ignored them and pointed to the bed that had a curtain pulled over it.

"Teresa." I mouthed to them, not knowing if they could hear me through the glass. Thomas understood, and he hastily pulled back the curtains, revealing a sleeping Teresa with some kind of breathing device going up her nose. She almost looked as bad as me, but the color wasn't drained from her skin like it was mine. He woke her up while the rest of the boys dealt with the doctors in lab coats. Newt was tying something around one of their wrists, and Minho was carefully making sure that none of them got away by holding the gun.

Frypan mumbled something to them, and Newt knocked over a table, pushing it in front of the door as soon as more guards started banging on it, trying to get in with everything they had. I banged on the glass I was stuck behind, trying to get someone's attention. Thomas turned around, and I pointed at a chair that he was standing by. He nodded vigorously and shouted something at the others. I ran to the farthest corner of the room I could find, and I crouched into a little ball, shielding my face from the glass he was about to break It took about two hits before I heard the glass shattering, and I felt some of it scrape my arms.

All of the boys started jumping through the window. I got up and gripped the handle of the door that led to outside...I wondered why the guards hadn't just used this door to bring me through.

"Stay behind me." Thomas murmured loud enough for us to hear. My mind was a jumbled mess of confusing questions. How did they get here? What did they do to them? Did they know it was WICKED? Just as he opened the door, a guard was blocking our path. Before he had the chance to fire his gun at any of us, Thomas shot the one he was holding. The man immediately dropped to the floor and shook around like he was having some type of seizure. The shocks refraining him from moving towards us anymore.

"Shit..." Thomas breathed, regarding the power of the gun that laid in his hands, "Okay, come on!"

Newt gently pushed on my back, sending my weak body to start running after Thomas. My bones were aching as we ran across the floor of the compound we had been brought to yesterday. Fatigue prodded at my brain, telling me to just fall to the ground and get some sleep. Fighting those guys had taken a lot of energy that I didn't really have. Now, I was just running on adrenaline and the need to stay with my friends. If Newt wasn't pushing me along, I don't think that I would've made the turn around the corner.

Thomas led us all, and we were now sprinting through the same hallway we had first entered when we came. The hallway that sparked so much recognition in me, and made my stomach turn in fright. We met the metal door, and Thomas fished into his pocket, pulling out a keycard and swiping it against the lock. When it turned red, he tried again.

"Come on," He muttered, "No, no, no..."

"Thomas!" Jansen's voice echoed through the long hallway, and all of our heads turned towards him. I took a step back, ramming into Minho's chest. Thomas threw the card onto the ground, grabbing the gun he had leaned against the metal door.

"Open this door, Jansen!" He shouted towards him. I ignored the boy and dropped down to my knees, picking up the card and trying it out for myself like it was going to work differently. I slammed my hand on the wall near my head in frustration, feeling the anxiety crawling up my skin.

"What did they do to you?" Newt asked me quietly, not letting the others hear. I shook my head and felt my lip start to quiver as I clutched the small piece of paper in my left fist. I wasn't doing this right now. I wasn't going to relive the horrors that WICKED had caused me in the past twenty four hours for a long time. I just wanted to get out of here.

Suddenly, with a hard punch to the metal door, the key turned green, the the door began to open. Some other guy and Winston were standing on the other side, chaste smiles on each of their faces. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the other kid, wondering who the hell he was and why he was helping us. But I didn't have time to play a game of get-to-know-you because Newt gently pushed my back again, yelling at Thomas that it was time to go.

I watched as the boy began firing the gun in the direction of Jansen as he pushed the guards in front of himself to get out of the way. When Thomas was all out, he chucked the gun, making me fight back a laugh. He began running as fast as he could while a loud beep sounded ahead of us, and the door started to close.