I woke up with a start. My head was pounding, and I had no idea where I was. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything but darkness. I could feel moving upward at a steady pace, and I felt cold hard metal underneath and all around me. I assumed I was in some sort of a lift. After a little while I realized that I couldn't remember anything. All I knew was my name, Lilith. I began to panic as I tried to figure out why I couldn't remember anything. A cold sweat trickled down my face. Each drop that slid off my face made a small 'clink' as it hit the metal floor. I was shivering in fear. I kept thinking, "Why I am I here? Where am I going? What does who ever put me in here want with me? Why couldn't I remember anything?"

I nearly jumped and hit my head on the top of the lift when suddenly a blinding flash shone all around me. I could still feel myself steadily moving upwards, but I could see it now too. I looked around at the contents of the lift grateful for the light. I saw boxes of what I assumed to be supplies lining almost every part of the walls, stacked up to the roof. Of everything that I took in, one thing caught my eye. It was a syringe with a small note attached to it. It was filled to the brim with a glistening, bubbling, orange liquid. I moved forward to read the note. It read:

Lilith,

Inject this into the left side of your neck, and all your memories, that you need of course, will return. Always remember that W.i.C.K.E.D. is good.

~ The scientists at W.I.C.K.E.D

All that registered in my mind from that note were three words: memories...will return. I hastily grabbed the syringe and lined the glistening tip up with the left side of my neck. I wanted my memories back so bad that I would practically do anything to get them back. I gasped in pain as I jammed the needle in and injected the liquid. I winced as I pulled out the needle and saw blood coating it. Before I could scream I fell unconscious. While I was out my memories returned. I had flashes of being in a facility training me as an assassin while a group of scientists watched intently. I took on opponent after opponent. I sent right hooks, roundhouse kicks, and upper cuts at. I would dodge every move they tried to make. Then at the end of each match, when they least expected it I would whip a knife out, and throw it. It never missed its mark. Always flying straight into the heart. I saw flashes of me and three other children watching kids in a huge maze on screens. As I saw their faces names flashed in my mind. The girl was Teresa, and the two boys were Thomas and Aris. I saw huge tubes with children waiting to be swiped and inserted into the maze trials. They were unconscious, hooked up to many machines, and floating in a liquid with a blue tint. I began to remember names and see faces with them. There was Chuck,Clint, Gally, Newt, Alby, Nick, and so many more. They were all the children in the glade. As of now Chuck was the only one there. I also saw the three still to come. If I succeeded in my assignment then Chuck would be sent home, Teresa as a normal subject into Group B, and Thomas would be the last to join Group A. I didn't care for any of the three. As an assassin I had been trained my whole life to kill ruthlessly.

Her mission was to kill all the Gladers methodically, one by one, except for Newt, Minho, Alby, Clint, and Thomas. Thomas would arrive shortly after the killings started. If the killings didn't start then all three waiting candidates would be sent into Group A, and W.I.C.K.E.D. would release the Grievers into the Glade at night. The only incentive I have to complete the mission is my own life, and if necessary my little brother's life. Of course seeing as i was a trained assassin I don't need an incentive to kill. They had trained me to be emotionless. When she woke up all her training returned to her, as well as her memories of W.I.C.K.E.D., the Maze Trials, her family, her mission, and her time working in the W.I.C.K.E.D. facility. Everything i had seen while unconscious and more was back. The one thing that I remembered the most was the phrase that kept flashing in front of my eyes while my memories returned:

W.I.C.K.E.D. IS good

A/N: So how do you guys like it so far? This is my first fanfiction so please don't be to harsh in the reviews (I would love some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism though). I will make sure to update ASAP. Also once I'm done editing it I will be putting out a Keeper of the Lost Cities fanfic. :)