The Maze Runner | stiles and lydia au

Everything is going to change

  The abrupt awakening lead him to swing out in self defence but when he could fully see he could see it was only Alby. He stopped and quietened. The sun had only just started to rise and every boy in the glade was in a state of sleep.
  The crisp grass glided along his legs as he walked, leaving water speckles on his ankles. The moist air clung to his skin giving his forehead a certain angelic glow. He didn't know exactly where Alby was leading him but he could see they were heading to the maze. The great grey doors covered in vines were already open.
   As they walked past the opening Stiles felt as if he was looking into a deep void and once you stepped through there was no going back. It was pulling him in like gravity but he continued to resist the urge to self destruct.
   Alby stopped. The part of the wall they were staring at had names, many of them. Each engraving had its own unique style. But then there were some sliced out with a single line. He knew what that meant but couldn't bring himself to actual think it. The thought that any day one of those names could be crossed again made him feel helpless. Alby gave him a knife and slowly Stiles chipped his name in the rocky walls.
*Time passed and Stiles found himself working with Newt and some other boy. The conversation they had was one with a lot of tension and resulted in Stiles being told to go to the woods.*
     The woods seemed so big yet the glade was pretty small so how could it be? The trees were in a range of sizes. For once, in the whole time he had been in this place, silence surrounded him. It was a comfort to know he was alone. His attention was drawn quickly to a tree. It was darker than the rest but it was what was lying underneath it which really took him. A cross.
       Alby had told him about the boys who didn't make it but it had never really seeped in. He stumbled forwards. Bellow his feet was something which looked like the remains of this boy. They were black from their slow decay.
His fingers traced the letter craved into the oak but he heard something. Instinct took over and he turned. It was Ben but the sight he saw was giving  him every reason to believe something was not right.
     He looked crazy. His pale face was of    someone who has met the grim reaper. His white top was covered in blood. Then there were his eyes. They were on fire, bulging out of his head. It was if he was seeing red and was ready to kill. That is when he ran for Stiles.
He gripped him tight and pushed him to the ground. Wrestling, which would end in certain death. Stiles pushed him and ran. He was hoping it would be enough but Ben persisted. He tackled Stiles down a hill. Stiles carried on running, screaming as he went. The light was increasing as he reached the end of the woods. He carried on though, still screaming, his arms flung into the air for support. For comfort but there was none.
     People turned at the constant yells for help. Ben brought Stiles to the floor and Bens blue hands found the Stiles' neck. Breathing became more difficult for him as pressure was put onto his windpipe. In the distance he could here the others running over but the fear that they wouldn't make in time was overwhelming. 'It's all your fault!' Ben spat as he pushed harder.
'My fault?' Stiles thought. What could that have meant?
     He continued to fight. Newt came over and hit Ben hard over the head. Breath pilled into his lungs fighting its way through his mouth. The cold fingers left his neck.
Minho and Newt pinned a fighting Ben down. Alby over towered him. 'Lift up his shirt!' He ordered as Stiles got up to watch.
    Newt and Minho obeyed and as the brought his shirt up white skin was reviled. Exactly where the blood had been was a wound. Of what Stiles didn't know.
    It was purple and blue. The pain was gone but the scar still remained. His veins where showing, giving Stiles the impression what ever struck him was poisoned. Everything about this boy was horrific. Chills picked at the hair on his back like needles.

   Before he knew what was happening he was at the entrance to the maze. A small group was huddle with longs stick. Oxygen struggled to make its way to his lungs as he panicked at the ideas which were roaming his head. Ben was pulled into the middle the circle, kicking and screaming. Tears flooded his face as he pleaded for them not to.
Minho threw a bag through the opening and that was when the started to shove their sticks forward. It was barbaric. He couldn't believe what they were doing to Ben. Yes he may have tried to kill him but he still didn't want Ben to be punished like this.
   The familiar sound of the dreaded groan came from the doors signalling they were going to shut. They kept pushing until Ben was on the other side. As the were nearly finshed out could see the last look on Bens face. It was filled with resentment and unimaginable fear. In one moment the doors were closed completely.
    People left as if nothing had happened. He decided to take a leaf from everyone else's book and forget that it ever happened.

That night she appeared again. Strawberry blonde hair and emerald eyes. Faint looks were passed between them but as the scenes violently changed he could here her strong yet sweet voice speak. It wasn't until the final 'W.I.C.K.E.D is good' did hear her.
Words so simple but held so much mystery and fear. Fear of what is to happen. Fear of the unknown 'Everything is going to change'
And like last time he was pulled out of the dream.

The sun had already climbed out of its deep slumber but was still snuggled behind the clouds giving the glade an early morning chill. The sort of morning where you are warm but everything you touch turns to ice.
     His eyes darted around the glade. For one brief moment he felt he was the only one awake until he saw a small group of three or four huddled by the entrance of to what sounds like hell. Soon his lazy eyes, still heavy, focused in and he could instantly tell it was Newt, Alby and Minho.
    Alby and Minho ran in leaving Newt to hobble back to his hammock but Stiles couldn't sleep after that. A pit hung in his stomach as he replayed the words. Her precious warning which made so little sense. 'Everything is going to change!'

     Work carried on as normal despite the fact the leader of the pack was gone. Newt himself had taken the role of controlling the wild wolves and did a pretty good job for no boy stood out of line. Stiles found himself sitting on a log with Chuck watching Newt and his friend work hard at cutting the remainder of a tree out.
    Worry was built in him as he thought of Alby out there. His emotions could be smelt from miles around but they ignored it. Newt gave him a sweet little poetic speech to make him feel better.
'Right! It's like you've heard every month the box sends up someone new... someone had to be first, someone had to have spent a month in the glade all alone! That was Alby. I mean it can't have been easy for him but when the others came up one after another he saw the truth. He learnt that the most important thing is we all have each other. We're all in this together,'
When the last word was spoken everyone had stopped what they were doing. He was right of course. They have each other and they need to remember without the peace and unity they have everything would fall to pieces and the weird system they have would turn into chaos. They were lucky and that's what they needed to know. Instead of adding anything Stiles got up and started hacking at the piece of wood getting a rewarding small from Newt.

Alby hadn't returned and this left everyone on edge. An unspoken uneasiness piled on each of the gladers.     
    It had rained and even as the sun started to move further down Newt remained certain they would soon return. It wasn't enough for Stiles. Patience was not one of his good aspects. Instead of waiting with the gloomy boys who just stood on the cold, slowly drying, grass he left.
He still felt the slight twinge of pain in his neck from Ben had tried so hard to kill him. After that the woods held a certain gloominess. Scarier than normal and a whole lot bigger. It was time to explore.
He reached a new part of the mini forest and unlike the rest it was clear. No trees above the head and no mud. Just lots of crusty odd leaves, brown from the changing of seasons. There was a small fog which hung in the air. It felt... sad. It was barley noticeable if you weren't paying attention but if you looked further out your sight couldn't see too far.
     Leaves crumpled under his feat. He stopped as he felt a familiar feeling. It felt as if he was not alone. It could have possibly been because of last time he had entered this place or the fact it was a small space and lots of boys were inhabiting the area around it but this feeling as if someone was there. He was certain of it.
   A leaf cracked. A horrific sound when your alone. It happened again and again until from the faint mist he could see a foot. Small and bare. Then a leg appeared and with it a body.
   It felt like a dream but he knew it wasn't. He knew what, but not who, he was looking at. The same petite body. The same plump pink lips and perfectly shaped nose. The same tiny hands and smooth legs. Then there was the two features which stood out above all. The two piercing eyes; full of wonder and confusion. The colour of green put the grass to shame. Then there was the hair. It was formed into perfect lazy curls which were gently resting on the shoulders. It wasn't deep and dark enough to be orange or red. It was a perfect shade which captivated the eye of anyone who was looking. It was strawberry blonde.