The Scorch Trials Imagines

Aris part 2

My breath shakes as I pace the dorm room, keeping my eyes on the vent at the side of my bed. What did that look mean earlier? We'd gotten pretty close ever since we'd arrived here, both without our groups; but that was different, unusual. Whenever I close my eyes I see the look he gave me as I stood up to walk away; part admiration, and ... and something else too. Is that why I'm so nervous right now too? Because of him? Sure we're in a dangerous predicament, but oh god, boys! I just don't understand them! I pinch the bridge of my nose and count the seconds to calm myself down. Then I hear a loud noise vibrating through the vent, and a grunt as it falls apart and Aris climbs out.

"You made it. Right let's get going." The less time I can spend stood in silences with him will mean that I will be able to focus on the problem that's at hand. I make towards the vent but then realize that whoever goes in second will be staring at the others ass all the way. Normally something like that wouldn't bother me with Aris, but with the way things have been recently... I step back shyly, and point towards the hole. "Do you want to go first?"

"Not at all." I look up in surprise, registering his tone has a hint of mischief in it; noticing his eyes shine with humour. "After you." His lips twitch, a smile threatening to appear on his face. I roll my eyes and shimmy my way into the tight gap, trying not to think too hard about him behind me. After a short while we reach a part where we can look through, directly down, and as we do, two people wearing surgical clothes push a trolley up to a door. "Is it me or does that look oddly human shaped?" Aris whispers into my ear. I nod, gesturing to lift the vent up and follow them. He nods in return. As the 'doctors' open the door and push through, we fall through the hole and run between the closing doors. I breathe heavily and lean back into the door.

As quickly as I've gained my breath, I lose it again. Before us are rows and rows of grievers. I shiver, images from the maze flashing before my eyes. Tears threaten to spill out, but this was my idea and I have to remain strong. I take strong and steady steps forward, never getting too close to the cylinder glass cases. Voices suddenly arrive from further down the room, and in my panic I pull Aris into the dark corner with me. The voices get louder until they go past us to the door. They never talk above a mutter so try as I might, I can not work out what they're saying. I turn to tell Aris as such, but suddenly recognize the close proximity we are in. His hot breath is in my ear, hand brushing mine, eyelashes fluttering against my face. I turn towards him so our bodies are pressed up against each other and look up into his eyes.

"I think the danger has passed now." He whispers, and I laugh at the irony of the sentence. Our hands are suddenly intertwined and yet I don't how, or who did it. As we both try and get out of the tight space, we keep a hold of each others hands; for comfort I think, and we follow the beacon of the grievers.