Liar [Maze Runner Fanfiction]

seventeen

Warning: this chapter contains mature themes and very graphic scenes. Read at your own discretion. Seriously. If you're under thirteen skip this. Please.

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"He had it coming, he had it coming. He took a flower in its prime. And then he used it, and he abused it. It was a murder, but not a crime." - Cell Block Tango, Chicago

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"R-Ross?"

He chuckled, a smirk forming on his face. "I warned you, Lizzy. I told you that you can't get away from me." He frowned, looking at her curiously, "aren't you happy to see me?"

"S-stop it, Ross. If you go away now, then I'll do whatever you want. Please, don't hurt me," she forced herself to say these words, not meaning any of them. She plastered a wide-eyed, scared, expression. She had switched tactics; she knew Ross was going to overpower her, physically, at least, so she was planning on stalling as much as she could until she saw a chance to call for help.

"Why should I let you go? I can do it now, anyway, save you the bother," he responded smoothly, coming closer and closer. He was now a foot away from her, and she cowered closer to the wall.

"D-do wh-what?" she stammered. She called up the courage to look at him in the face, and when she did, she whipped her head to the side as fast as she could. She couldn't bear looking at it. The mere glance disgusted her.

His hair was tousled and heavy with moisture, sweat running down his temples. A flush was present on his face, making his bloodshot eyes stand out even more. And his eyes... They were feral; deranged. His pupils were widened to the point where they swallowed the honey-colored irises.

"What do you think, Elizabeth?" he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. His fingers trailed along the waistband of his pants, tugging slightly. "I'm going to have my way with you, and when I'm done, you'll be glad you've learned your lesson."

Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, reality hitting her at full force. She had her suspicions, but once confirmed, her fear increased tenfold.

Elizabeth leapt into action. Keeping her eyes on him, she scurried sideways along the wall, desperately trying to get to the door.

A pair of hands clamped firmly onto her shoulders. She thrashed around, limbs flailing - desperate - she needed to land a punch, to do something to defend herself. Her clinched fist connected with something soft, issuing a small grunt from her attacker. However, it wasn't enough - she was too weak.

Elizabeth whirled around, fists aiming for his neck. Ross dodged it easily, and clamped his large hand on hers. Harshly, he grabbed her wrists, completely immune to her violently thrashing arms.

"Calm down, Lizzy," he hissed, a hint of frustration in his tone, "it's not going to work."

Anger coursed through her. A rush of adrenaline send her knee upwards, aiming for his weakest point, but he dodged, anticipating the attack. Still keeping her wrists pinned together, he swiftly kicked her legs from underneath her, causing her to crash onto the wet floor.

Pinpricks of blue and yellow lights obstructed her vision. Sharp pain shot through the back of her skull, elliciting a small gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she could feel them trickle down her temple into her hair.

'I'm going to die,' she thought, oddly peaceful, 'I'm going to shucking die.'

An image flashed before her mind - a face of a boy. His green eyes bore into hers accusingly as he frowned down upon her. The image was dream-like, blurry and light.