Random Maze Runner

Corpse Groom

Mostly based off the movie corpse bride. May be more than one part. Might be a little different

Thomas's pov

"Everything has to go...." I heard mother sing from downstairs. I sighed, and continued to draw the butterfly that was flying around in the jar on my desk.

Finishing it's wings, I set my sketch book down, open my window, and let the butterfly out. It flew around my room for a moment, then flew out, never looking back. I watched it as it flew away. "Goodbye, old friend." I said.

"What are you doing??" My younger sister Teresa said, barging into my room. I slammed my window closed.

"Good god Teresa you gave me a fright." I said, laying my hand on my chest. She rolled her eyes.

"Mother said we're leaving in 5 minutes, no later." And with that, she turned on her heels and walked out, her long dress flowing behind her. I sighed, looking around my room for a moment, then walking out and getting into the carriage.

"According to plan." They sang as we drove away, my face pressed against the window, hoping that someone would saved me from this.

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So, I should probably give you some backstory on to what the living klunk(pardon my language) is going on. Well, here it is.

You see, my family, the VonMarat's, have had a very checkered history with another family, the Everlark's(he he he) So one day, the everlarks decided that we should end our feud by marrying the first born children of both families.

The problem with that is, Our first born child is already married, so that left me. But there was another problem: We are both boys. Now this wouldn't be a problem if we both were gay, but he's not, I have been told many, many times. So there's a really big problem.

So here I am, sitting in my family's carriage, our driver coughing up a storm, while my parents talked about how I was going to love my new life, not saying the fact that the boy would probably hate me right from the start.

So I just sat there, feeling sorry for myself, until we pulled up to the Everlark's mansion. It was plain and dark. Teresa and I looked out the window at the house, and exchanged nervous looks.

"Cmon children, time to go inside." Mother said, taking father's hand. I was extremely tempted to make a run for it, but the thought of my sister facing the same fate as me broke my heart, so I just clenched my teeth and walked inside.

Okay so I didn't actually have to do this, but I couldn't let my baby sister be trapped like this. I turned and looked a her. A young child of fifteen, she had long black hair that cascaded down her back in sweet waves, her blue eyes shining against her pale complexion.

And here I was, barely a man at eighteen, with brown hair too long for a boy that hangs in my face no matter what. I was tall and slender, and not bad looking if I do say so myself. My eyes were nothing beautiful, the color of food after it passes through ones body, and pale skin that made me look as if I was ill.

"Thomas." My mother said, pulling me out of my thoughts. We walked up the stairs and an old man open the door, revealing two very scary looking people I would soon call my inlaws.

Mr. and Mrs. Everlark.

I won't get into great detail about what they looked like. Just picture your worst nightmare, and times it by six.

"Mr and Mrs Everlark!" My mother practically shouted. "So good to see you!"

They didn't smile. "Pleasure to see you too." Mrs. Everlark said to my family.

"Our son will be down in a minute." Mr. Everlark said. "Please follow us, there is tea in the sitting room." And so my parents and sister followed them into the room. Teresa turned to me as she walked away and made an X with her fingers and pressed it against her lips.

Good luck big brother.

I returned the sign as she walked into the room. I was going to follow them, but I decided not to. Instead, I walked to the piano. I touched one of the keys, and it worked. I looked around, making sure no one was there. I tapped another key, and looked around again.

Satisfied that no one was there, I sat down and began to play.

Minho's pov.

I ran my comb through my long black hair, and sprayed it with hair spray until I felt it looked acceptable.

"Cornneius, why does one have to do things that one does not wish to do??" I asked my butler(I wouldn't call him that, he's the closest thing to a friend that I have every had.) He shook his head, obviously upset.

"I'm terribly sorry sir." He said. "Forgive me, I have to go." And with that he left. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a minute, and then walked over to my window. I stared out my window, hoping someone would stop today from happening.

"What if Thomas and I don't get along?" I thought aloud.

"It does not matter if you get along or not." My mother said from the doorway, scaring me.

"Do you think that me and your father like each other or get along?" She asked. I slowly made my way back to my mirror.

"Maybe." I said, "Just a little." They turned to each other, and then back to me.

"No!" They said in unison, and then walked away. I sighed, and looked back at my reflection. A boy of nineteen with thick black hair that was perfectly styled so it looked like to took hours to do was staring back at me.

Why does it have to be a boy?? I thought to myself. Why does he have to be a boy. I put my head down on my desk. I wasn't upset because it was a boy because I'm a raging homosexual, but it was more of the fact that no one knew. If I was out then maybe it would be different.

Maybe.

I looked up at myself in the mirror.

This is going to be a long forever.

Hey guys hope you enjoyed that I was thinking about turning this into a story but idk so yeah. Maybe.

Hope you had a good day at school/work/other.

Love y'all.
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