Gally Imagines

gally imagine eleven

This is very Divergent-y I apologize

"Maybe you should just push that button." Chuck said. You sliced at another Griever. You saw Thomas's eyes widen at the random thought and your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Push!" Thomas screamed and Teresa did. She pressed the button and everything went silent. From down the dark tunnel, there was the sound of a door sliding open.

The Grievers were dead. Their instruments sucked back through their moist skin, the flashing lights gone, their inside machines no longer whirring.

Thomas fell to his hands and knees. You kneeled down and layed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You alright Thomas?" You whispered into his ear as Teresa hugged Chuck fiercely, not wanting to let him go.

He let out a sort of laughing sob before looking up at you.

"I'm alright Y/N. How are you doing?" Thomas asked gently and you turned your head away from him when a burst of sadness went through you.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure because-"

"I said I'm fine Thomas."

He gave you a quick nod before standing up.

"You did it Chuck. We were so worried about the stupid code words, we didn't think to look around for something to push. The last word, the last piece of the puzzle." Teresa said in admiration of the young boy. Thomas let out another laugh that made you and Teresa smile to each other.

"She's right Chuck, you saved us man! I told you we needed you!" Thomas said and embraced Chuck and Teresa. You could see that he was practically dead on his feet but so full of relief that it was euphoric.

Together, the four of you jumped through the Griever hole and were immediantly joined by Minho. He was intensely scratched up and bleeding.

"I'm so glad you're alive. I would have killed you if you died, shank." You said to Minho and embraced him. He held you tightly.

"You alright?" Minho whispered into your ear and you released him angrily.

"If one more slinthead asks me that, I'm gonna need Winston's knife." You hissed out and Minho gave you a firm nod before turning to Thomas.

"How many did we lose?" Thomas asked quietly.

"We lost a ton of people...it's a mess of blood up there...then they all just shut down...but you did it. I can't believe it actually worked." Minho said and then him and Thomas were embracing. We were quickly joined by Newt, Frypan, Winston, and the other Gladers. Only twenty one in total.

The other Gladers looked solemn, mourning their dead friends. You only mourned for one. Minho got to his feet.

"You know what? Half might've died but half of us shucking lived. And nobody got stung-just like Thomas said. We've gotta get out of here." Minho said strongly and then everyone stood a little taller, their faces stonier, more proud and strong.

But you felt seperated from it all. You stood at the side, covered in blood, and gripping a spear. This isn't what you wanted. You still had twenty of your friends, but not the one you wanted. Not the one who had been taken by the Creators. The Creators you were about to meet. Your blood was rushing. You were angry. Newt and Minho were talking but you couldn't hear them.

They started walking up the tunnel. You followed in between Newt and Minho; detached from it all. Suddenly your feet slid out from under you and you let out a cry of pain as your head smacked into the metal slide. You heard Minho laugh in delight as the slide twisted and turned.