Demon [z.h.]

Prologue

     The sky was a beautiful shade of blue above him as he woke up. But Zayn didn't have time to appreciate that fact as he groaned, struggling to sit up. He couldn't remember how long he had been asleep, but his body had become stiff from sleeping on such a hard surface. But he also couldn't remember where he was. Blinking a couple times up at the bright sky, his eyes darted around at his suroundings. 

     All around him was a giant concrete wall. He seemed to be sitting in a dead end of this place, for in front of him the walls seemed to stretch out forever. "Where the heck am I?" He mumbled, looking up. It looked like he was outside, but why would there be random walls of concrete that were hundreds of feet tall? 

     Groaning again, Zayn got onto his feet, stretching out his arms. Surely there was a hidden door somewhere along the walls. It was then that Zayn realized he had a paper sticking out of his shirt pocket, writing scrawled neatly on the notecard. Pulling it out, Zayn began to read it. 

Za, 

     Welcome to the Maze, a mission that will test just how far you can push yourself. 

     We have wiped your and everyone else's memories, so don't panic when you can't remember anything, not even your own name. For now, your name is Za. 

    This maze is a series of twists and turns, but there is no dead ends. Every day you and the rest of the group will need to reach the section that will have a giant X spray painted onto the floor. It is very important that you do not get too far behind any day. We suggest not lagging back to find out why. 

    As the others wake up along with you, go ahead and start looking around. You should find a pile of weapons off to the side and three backpacks loaded with food and water. You will want to keep these as you go, as you may need them in the future. 

     An important fact for you to remember is that your color is blue. Make sure that you touch all objects that are colored with blue. 

    One other important piece of information. Among you we have chosen one person to be the "Demon". This Demon will kill people every so often. But this person does not know he is the Demon. It is your mission to figure out who it is and take them down before they get you. 

    Keep moving. 

    Touch the blue. 

    Find the Demon. 

    And most importantly, 

    Survive. 

   Zayn's head snapped up as soon as he finished, and it was the first time that he realized he was not alone. Eleven other boys were sprawled on the ground around him, all asleep, all in the same outfit Zayn was in-a gray shirt and jeans. Zayn was confused, because what was this? A game? 

    "This is stupid," Zayn muttered, spotting the weapons off to the side, just like the note said. He headed over to it, careful not to step on any of the sleeping bodies. He bent down and picked up a dagger from the pile, flipping it over in his hand. The sunlight from above bounced off on it, making it look like it was on fire. 

     He tossed it back among the other weapons, snatching up one of the backpacks instead. He unzipped it roughtly, catching sight of what was in the bag. There were several apples, packs of dried food, cans of vegtables and beans, and water bottles. He checked the other bags, finding that they were all filled with the exact same thing. 

     "Wonderful, just perfect," Zayn groaned, zipping up the bag and setting it back down. He had no idea what was going on, but he decided that maybe he should try to wake up one of the other boys, see if they knew anything about what was going on. He stepped over to one of the boys, the one closest to him. 

     The boy was curled up, and Zayn thought it was quite cute that he slept naturally like that. He bent down to the kid, his hand coming down to shake his shoulder lightly. Before he could, though, the boy's eyes cracked open, revealing the most beautiful shade of blue that Zayn had ever seen. "W-Who are you?" The boy asked, struggling to sit up. "Where am I?" 

     "My name is Za, or so I've been told, and we are in a maze, apperantly," Zayn answered, scooting back a little from the boy. The boy looked oddly at Zayn, his face scrunched up. 

     "Why can't I remember my own name?" He asked, scratching at his blonde locks. 

     "Check your pocket," Zayn answered, standing up. the blue eyed boy scrambled to find the piece of paper in his pocket, taking a moment to scan over it. 

     "What does this mean?" He asked, looking up. But Zayn was longer there. He was bent over another boy with orange hair, gently trying to shake him awake. The boy-who had learned his name was Ni-turned back to the object in his hand, trying to figure out just what was going on. 

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Note: Written by me. This is a lovely collaberation with the awesome @yin-and-yang. If you aren't following her, you really need to because she's amazing. 

This story is based off setting and events from The Maze Runner series. All credits about that go to James Dashner. Dedicated to @cuddlexhaz because she took a long time to try and help us out with the cover (that we didn't use, sorry). She deserves a dedication for it all. Thanks, girl. 

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