Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Anything For You

A/N: Just in case anyone doesn't like reading this sort of stuff, this chapter involves just straight up murder.

"I killed him. I killed someone,"Aris whimpered, staring at the guards dead body. Y/N sighed as she put on her gloves. He just stood there though as his mind tried to process this.

"Aris. Grab his legs so we can put him in the forest. The Cranks will probably get to him,"She pointed out, just trying to calm her friend down. It did nothing as he stayed frozen in shock. "He was going to shoot you, Aris. You reacted and struck him over the head with a tree branch,"She reasoned. He just kept staring ahead before falling to the ground. It wasn't as if he ever cared for this stranger, but he had taken a life. How could he not feel torn? Feel like a monster?

"How are you not freaking out?"He whispered, not looking at anything as he pulled his knees to his chest. Sighing, Y/N dropped to her friends level and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Someone has to think clearly right now, and I'll do it. Listen. You and I were never out here. We were in our rooms trying to sleep. We never left our beds. That's our story if something happens,"She explained, still patting his shoulder. He wiped more tears from his eyes as he nodded. Then, with shaky hands, he grabbed the gloves and put them on.

"Good. Come on,"She urged, pulling the dead guy's arms. Aris grabbed his ankles, and together, the two kids dragged this man into the woods. They didn't stop even when their legs threatened to give out.

Then, they saw it. A hill.

Exchanging a look, they knew what they had to do as they hauled him over before tossing his dead body down the steep area. He rolled before hitting the bottom with a hard thud. Still, they gathered sticks and leaves and went up and down the hill, until their muscles ached, to place them over the body. Even though deep down, they knew it wouldn't do anything it would give their minds something to go autopilot on. Y/N could tell that Aris especially needed that, and she was willing to do anything to help him.

After all, she had just covered up a murder that he had done alone. She watched it go down a few yards away when she had just been investigating a noise. When she heard a louder one though she turned around to see him pummeling this man. So she knew he wasn't innocent. She knew that even though the guard had a gun, Aris was angry at the world. It had treated them terribly, and guards like that had contributed. His rage had overtook him. He had given in and beaten a man to death.

She would deny that until the end of time though. Aris Jones was innocent, and she would make sure the world saw it like that.

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Covered in sweat, Aris sat straight up. Breathing heavily and shaking, it took him a while to realize what had happened. He was in the Scorch. He had the Flare and had to get to the Safe Zone to cure it. He was with the Gladers and Y/N. Together, they were all walking towards the mountains. They had just stopped to sleep for a few hours.

It had been a dream. Then again it wasn't a dream. It wasn't a nightmare either. It was a memory. The memory of him murdering someone. He had only been a child at the time, around eight or nine. He was just out with his friend, because they wanted to know what the world was like. It was supposed to be innocent.

Instead, he got something like this almost every night. He would dream of bashing the man's skull in. He would dream of his screams. He would dream of the way when he looked up Y/N was just standing there with her eyes wide and mouth agape.

Then, she regained her composure. Together, they hid the body.

They had never spoken of that night, and they definitely never snuck out again.