The Griever Girl

Even More Illegal Slips

//At W.I.C.K.E.D HQ + Your Memory Transfer On The Day You Came//

"Are you supplying the memories?" Asked one creator.
"As we speak"
"Good,good" The creator responded. She turned her head to the monitor screen of the Glade. Everything seems to be going as planned. The Gladers' reaction patterns are being recorded to the newcomer and her presence as well.

It was not long before she hears the monitors beeping and turns her head over to the technician , or the guy who was supplying the memories.

"What is happening?" The creator asked quite sternly.
"Uh, there seems to be a malfunction. The memories you chose were implanted, but it seems that SubjectA17 is much better at grasping unfavorable memories than we have predicted. " The technician looked up. "She is getting hold of the chip" he stated as he looked at the creator.

She turned away and paced along the screen. 'Dammit. Nothing can go unless we are ordered to. I can't let her grab ahold of the chip. Not yet. She is developing faster than we predicted. There is only one option left.'

The creator looked at the technician.
"Implant our saying to her vocal chords, then pull Plan B,Server 7. She must not know further than that."

"Miss, that would take us back a week. Are you su-"

"What I say goes. Pull Plan B Server 7." She commanded once again.
Nothing must interfere more.
Nothing.

((Your P.O.V))
//The Day You Came In//

I left my memory as I dangled across Ratman's shoulders. I just hear "You are now taking your father's place. It should be fun tinkering with your new pets. The grievers are special indeed." The memory ended abruptly there.
No,no,no,no! What else is out there? What did my father do to me? How could I control the switching between me and those grievers? Why am I taking his place? What happened next in my life ?

I need to dig deeper. I need to know. I started looking around my still memories and tried to unlock them. But every one is tightly locked. Every time I try to budge it open, I feel like I am mentally crying.

Although, how the hell am I here? Am I asleep? Maybe, but I don't usually control my dreams, errr, thoughts exactly. Am I in a coma? No, that can't be. Where am I?

I continued my mental search for my memories. Anything. Something! Ugh, this is slow hell.

I then get a pang of a bright light and odor of medicines.
I'm in a bright room, seeing Ratman counting the room full of boys, excluding me and another dark-haired girl. I can barely make out what he is saying to us. Something about a "vast preparation", "flare", "trials", and "heroes".

What vast preparation? What is a flare? What trials? And why use the term heroes?

After Ratman finished, almost everyone broke out into an applause, including me. There were only a few who just touched their hands once and stared afar.

My memory then faded into a new scenario. The odor of medicine pervaded the room. I was overlooking a group of unconscious boys with breathing masks and tubes stuck to them. The girl ,from before, was with me. I can't help, but feel a bit safe next to her. There was also someone else with us, Thomas? Well that brings up more questions.

All of our faces were unreadable as we stared at the first group of boys getting drugged and dragged to the trials. I see 3 familiar guys in the bunch. Minho,Newt,and Alby. I feel a small pang of guilt, but it subsided.

I knew that I knew these guys. These are good people. People that I know I care for.
Oh. I remorsefully thought.
Forgive me guys, I still love you all..