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“So, you’re telling me, you both aren’t even the littlest bit of curious?” Frypan asked, as he sat back in a chair in the hut that you and Minho shared. Frypan, Gally and Thomas were over to go over the next months food plans. That meeting was quick to end, and now your conversation switched over into memory territory.
Everyone but Thomas and Minho had regained their memories. Now, no one talked about their shared past that much, because of this. Minho and Thomas were important parts of your lives when wicked had took you.
No one wanted to tell Thomas how he betrayed them and how in the moments they found out they were being sent to the maze, they resented him in a way they had never felt before. Everyone here had Thomas to thank for getting here. No one was angry anymore and no one wanted to visit those feelings of anger.
No one wanted to tell Minho about the griever torture. About how he turned into the shell of the boy he once was. You remember the pain you felt when your friend refused to even look in your direction for a few months. It took him so long to even say a word to you, and the reckless, strong person that he was, was drained out of him. No one wanted to tell Minho that wicked had ever succeeded in doing that. Because they hadn’t. Minho had fought stronger than anyone else to get here. From the first day of the maze, and the days that WICKED held him.
“No, we’re not,” Minho said, leaning forward from his seat on the bed. “Not the tiniest shuck bit.”
Thomas seemed less certain. But he agreed, as he usually did with his best friend. “You guys… know everything I did, though, right? From before you were sent in the maze?”
All three of you looked away from Thomas. “Did you knock yourself with a pan, Fry?” Gally asked. “Why would you even bring this up?”
Thomas sucked in a breath. “Real bad, huh?”
You shrugged. “Well, you knew that already.”
“Okay, what I wanna know,” Frypan said, looking over at you. “Is how they put you in one maze and then in the other.”
You woke up on New Years Eve.
The last thing you remembered was the slider taking you.
Shooting up, you pants, terrified as you looked around the completely white room.
At the door were two young girls. Maybe not that young. They looked to be around your age. It made you relax, a little. “Hello,” you said carefully. The two girls seemed scared, and you wanted to reassure them. “I’m Amelia.”
Their reactions immediately struck you as odd. One of the girls clenched her fists. Anothers lips wobbled. She looks like she was about to cry. “Are you guys okay? Is something wrong?”
The one with the clenched fists and dark hair shook her head, composing herself first. “What do you remember?”
You looked at her carefully. “I was placed in a maze with twenty other girls. We’ve been… living there. And then this creature - we called them sliders - took me.”
“Sliders?” The dark skinned girl asked.
“Cause they look like a mix of spiders and slugs… were you guys ever in a maze?”
They shook their heads, they’d eyes downcast. They almost looked ashamed.
“That’s good,” you nodded, trying to smile at them assuredly. “It’s a pretty scary place for little kids like you.”
The dark skinned girl finally broke. She cried as she left the room, slamming the door behind her. You began to get up off the table you had woken up on , to go help her, but it were immediately shocked.
You screamed out in pain. Teresa flinched but kept her emotions in check. “Please don’t move. Listen to me, and don’t complain or else you’ll get shocked again.”
You stayed still.
“You will no longer be Amelia. We will place you with Group A, in the maze that I built with Thomas. Your role in your previous role was to be the sacrifice. Your role now, is to be the temptation. The boys will show different kill zone patterns if we tempt them with a girl. You…” she trailed off her face showing disdain for the words that had just come out of her mouth. “The boys won’t hurt you. I know they won’t. They’re our friends. So, please, don’t be scared.”
You gaped at her. How could she say such a thing after what she had said? You moved to stand up but another shock was administered. You screamed in pain again and Teresa watched as you writhed, tears streaming down her face now.
“You’ll meet all of them — Newt, Alby, Minho, Gally — come on, don’t you remember them? Don’t you trust them?”
“Who’re you talking about?” You whispered, looking at her horrified. “What’s happening to my friends? Is Ximena safe? Sonya, Harriet? Miyoko?”
She didn’t say anything. She took a deep breath, before finally saying, “ You’re getting a second chance at life. Don’t waste it, Y/N.”
“My names’ Amelia.”
“You were only given that name for your time in Group B.” Teresa let out a hollow chuckle. “Named you after Amelia Earhart. Do you remember who that is?”
While you couldn’t remember anything about yourself, you knew history. “Aviator. Set loads of records. Pioneer for women’s rights. So, she’s my namesake. What does that matter?”
“She disappeared,” Teresa said. “Declared dead in absentia. Americas favourite missing person. Just what you’re going to be to Group B. Spot on temporary name right?”
“So…” you didn’t know how to take all this in. “What’s my real name?”
“Real?” Teresa frowned. “No, no. None of it’s real. But…” she told you your name. The one WICKED gave you.
“You’re being sent tomorrow.” She turned to the door, glancing at her watch. “Or, today, I guess. Happy New Years’ Y/N.”
“So you only had that name -Amelia - for a month?” Thomas asked.
“Yup,” you nodded. “Even when we were separated into different dorms as group A and B, I was Y/N. Amelia doesn’t really stick with me.”
“You know what I gotta ask,” Gally chimed in. “How did they explain your going back and forth?”
Minho let out a confused “Huh?”
You chuckled. Gally explained. “We were separated from the girls. Entirely. But Y/N would always be sent to have her mealtimes with us.”
“Why?” Minho asked.
“Cause I was the special variable,” you grumbled. “They wanted me to interact with both groups because they’d have me interact with everyone anyways, I’m guessing. I don’t really know why. But it’s why I was so close to Newt before we got put into the maze. I’d talk with him about Lizzie.”
Everyone hummed in understanding. Sonya, after a while in paradise, had told the gladers that she was Newt’s little sister. She said she wanted to go by her real name now — that Newt always refused to forget it and she wouldn’t either. It didn’t come as a shock to you, because you’d known, but none of the others did. It was sad to you that she never got to see him one last time. You really did wish there was a cure. You might’ve sided with WICKED for a moment, just to save him.
“You know why I have this shucked nose?” Gally said suddenly. You and Frypan were quick to burst into laughter.
Thomas and Minho looked confused but Thomas grinned, tilting his head at Minho. “Let me guess.”
When Gally confirmed, Minho looked down at his hands. “Woah I’m strong.”
“Yeah, I know,” Gally remarked, saracastically.