What Now? // A Maze Runner fan fic

Killers, Sex Gods, Old People, and Brain Demons

"Hey." Said a soft voice to her left.

Dammit.

The beautifully sculpted face of a cold blooded killer looked at her with the kind of eyes that can steal you soul. Claire tried to speak, but she choked on her words and muttered something like, gerrhshme.

"I'm sorry what?" Aris said, seeming genuinely concerned

Yeah right concerned my ass. I bet he wasn't the least bit concerned when he beat my best friend to death.

"I said get away from me." Claire said as she regained her voice.

Aris's face seemed to fall and his gorgeous eyes lost their sparkle when she said that. Like he was hurt. But Claire seriously doubted crazy psycho killers could feel hurt. It just wasn't in their nature to feel pain. But Claire sure felt it.

It was kind of funny how much hatred she had towards a seemingly angelic person. Aris had the face and the body of the heavens, and the personality to match it.

In the few days that she had known him, he had been kind to everyone, but funny and sarcastic and always knew how to lighten up a situation. He was a good person, until he decided killing might be a fun hobby to take on. Of course, everyone except Claire forgave him because with a face like that, how could you not?

His soft, brown hair flopped up and down with each step he took, giving him a light and happy gait. His nose and cheekbones seemed like they were carved by the gods, and he has a jawline as sharp as glass. Sometimes Claire wished she could read out and cut her self on that beauty. But the best part of Aris's features were his eyes. Chocolate brown, and as warm as the fire he was staring into. You could always tell Aris's feelings by looking at his eyes. They sparked whenever he was happy and when he was laughing there were always crinkles at the corners. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful had done something so heartless and evil. He didn't even seem affected by any of it.

Why did such a godly person have to be so horrible? It was playing with Claire's emotions.

"You really want me to go away?" Aris asked; pain laced into his words. He stared at Claire with his big, captivating eyes, like he was expecting her to give in and snuggle up next to him and share her life story and listen to his and maybe later they could paint nails and tell ghosts story's together.

That's never going to happen. Over my dead body will I ever get caught talking to, much less touching Aris.

"Yes," She said softly "I want you to leave me alone."

"Well that's too bad. I'm staying right here." Aris said stubbornly.

What the hell? Why did he even come here in the first place? He is just trying to lure me in then probably kill me too.

Claire was about to move because she was not about to let Aris sit near her and steal her soul and her mind with his memorizing eyes. She shifted in her seat, going to stand up when she realized

Where am I going to go?

She couldn't sit with anyone else, she knew about 20 people in all, and hated most of them. Never in a million years would they let her sit with them. She was pretty sure they didn't even know who she was. So Claire was stuck. Next to the person that she probably hates the most. Also the most attractive person in the entire area.

Just stick it out for a few more minutes until someone takes charge. Don't say anything, just keep your head down and stay silent. Claire thought.

She stared into the fire, trying not to let herself think. The worst part about being shy is that you have your stupid mind to keep you company and the things inside of Claire's mind were evil and kept her up at night. So here she was, stuck in a new and strange place with killers, sex gods, old people, and the demons inside of her head. Great.