Him (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 8: Gally

The night still wanders, the sun barely beginning to peak over the Glade walls. Everything is destroyed. Smoke fills the air, buildings lit up with fire, it's nearly impossible to see what's in front of you.

After the grievers took Alby, the rest of us rushed outside and to our relief, the grievers were gone, but I know they won't be gone forever. "Where is everybody?" A boy asks, and as if they were summoned, Gally and two other boys walk out of the smoke and head straight for us.

"Gally..." Thomas cautiously says, seeming to already know what's coming for him. Gally reaches Thomas and raises his fist, punching him straight in the face and sending Thomas off his balance and down to the ground. A mix of, "HEY!" and, "WOAH!" yells from the group as they separate the two boys.

"This is all you, Thomas!" Gally shouts, "Look around!" I watch Teresa moves to help Thomas onto his feet, me following behind. "It's not Thomas' fault!" Minho defends, and Gally quickly retorts, "You heard what Alby said. He's one of them!"

Gally pauses his rant and glares at Thomas, his breathing surprisingly slowing down as I watch his eyes dart back and forth between the three of us. In some kind of revelation-like pattern; Thomas, Me, Teresa.

Thomas.

Me.

Teresa.

Thomas.

Me.

Teresa.

"NO! It's all of them! The three of them! Thomas, Y/n and Teresa!" He suddenly shouts. Newt immediately looks to me and I can't help but feel fearful as to what he thinks of me now, nothing has even been proven or officially said and yet I'm terrified to know how he feels. "They sent them here! To destroy everything and now they have! Look around guys!" Gally continues.

My eyes glance to the dead griever and I'm not surprised that it's still there, Gally's evidence is right in front of him and I can't even think of one way to defend myself right now. No one has every actually accused us of working for WICKED, it's just something that Teresa, Thomas and I thought was somewhat possible. Even when that voice started speaking to me and after everything with the griever, I still had doubts. But now, hearing it from someone else, I'm starting to believe it.

"Maybe he's right." Thomas speaks up, quiet enough to where the arguing boys don't notice us. I turn to Thomas and find him studying a griever's stinger in his hand, my heart skips a beat as Teresa says in a worried tone, "Thomas?" I finally realize what's going through his head and try to interject, " Thomas wait-" But instead, he interrupts me, "I need to remember. For everyone."

Before I can say another word, Thomas injects the stinger into his leg. "Thomas!" Teresa and I yell, the other boys quickly notice Thomas falling to the ground and run over to us, seeming to completely forget about Gally.  We crouch down to Thomas' side and Teresa checks the stinger's wound, the rest of us trying our best to keep him awake. But all of it seems to be of no use when Thomas slowly closes his eyes and goes limp.

"Chuck, get the syringe!" Teresa demands, and Chuck wastes no time in running off towards one of the huts. Teresa then places her hands on Thomas' shoulders and turns him over to where he's laying on his back. "This is weird." Newt says quietly, his hand over his mouth as if he's trying so hard to figure out something so complicated. "What's weird?" Teresa inquires.

"He's not having a reaction." Minho explains, "Every person I've seen stung has had a major reaction to the sting, but all Thomas has done is freak out for a couple of minutes."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Teresa quickly questions, and Minho shrugs his shoulders in response. She lets out an exhausted sigh and pans her attention back to Thomas, almost protecting him as if the wind could shatter his bones.

"Hey, what the hell is that?" Gally blurts out from behind us, and I turn around to see Gally pointing towards the dead griever, my dead griever.  Everyone stands up and follows Gally's line of sight, I remain quiet in fear of what Gally could do to me.

"Well? Is anyone gonna answer?" Gally sasses, placing his hands on his hips and shifting his weight onto one leg. "It's a griever and it's obviously dead." Minho retorts, his levels of sass clearly beating Gally's. "How'd it die? There's no wounds!" Gally yells, clearly becoming aggravated with how nonchalant we continue to be. "Look Gally, we don't know!" Minho untruthfully admits.

"You don't know?" Gally asks, and Newt crosses his arms before speaking up. "Look Gally, we don't know what happened. One minute we were raising our spears, ready to fight it, and then the next it's blacked out on the ground."

"So, you're saying it magically shut off? Or somehow killed itself?" Gally theorizes, and I find my fists clenched as I realize I can't stand this anymore. I really appreciate Minho and Newt lying to Gally and trying to protect me, but I don't want them hurt for something I did, even if I don't even know how it all happened. I may have been scared before, but this is my problem to deal with. I need to face Gally and handle the consequences on my own.

"No." I begin, "I killed it." Gally raises his brows at me and a few murmurs erupt from the crowd of boys. "Y/n..." Newt warns with his gaze burning into me, but I can't look at him right now. "You're saying you killed that thing? All by yourself? With no weapons or anything?" Gally questions with anger and confusion tinting his voice.

"I mean, if that's what you think." I take a couple of steps towards Gally and part from the group, "How else was I supposed to kill it?" I sarcastically say. "Oh! Now you're gonna be a smartass? Wow, and I really thought you were better than this, Y/n." Gally denounces.

"Gally, don't you remember that you're the one who started this mess?" I begin, "You accuse us of working for WICKED and start this pointless argument over a dead griever because you think it will just treat you to more evidence that you can use against us. But guess what, Gally? Anything you do will be just as pointless as this argument because you will never win! You've been stuck here for three goddamn years and shit is finally changing! We are so close to escaping and you still choose to go against us, why can't you understand that we are all on the same side here! When we escape, it will not be our fault that you're stuck here to die, Gally. It will be your own."

Gally says nothing as I catch my breath, glaring at his red, shocked face. Whatever comes next, I am more than prepared for. On que, Gally rushes towards me with long strides and I'm almost surprised that steam isn't fuming out of his ears. I continue to stand my ground with strong posture despite my heart quickly beginning to race.

Suddenly, Minho and Newt jump in front of me, stopping Gally in his tracks. "I don't know what's gotten into you Gally, but if you take one more step towards her I will not hesitate to defend her myself." Minho vows. "Gally, you know I don't wanna hurt you. But if you take even the slightest bloody step towards her, I will not hesitate to grab my spear and stick it right through you." Newt threatens.

I look to Minho with a look and he quickly returns it. I'm assuming the both of us have never seen Newt this protective, it honestly scared me for a moment.

"Woah! Guys, are you seriously choosing to take her side against mine?" Gally exclaims while putting his hands in the air, "You better bloody believe it, Gally." He opens his mouth to argue some more but is cut off by Chuck.

"GUYS! I GOT THE SERUM!" He yells from a far distance, and our group wastes no time in averting our attention back to Thomas. Even Gally seems concerned for a moment, but soon enough, him and his minions end up walking away and leave the rest of us.