The Bloody Walls

Captain Gally

Newt found the days cycling into one another. He did not differentiate night and day. The two got lumped together.
He barely noticed the difference in the Glade, how people were beginning to act differently, like Gally.
Anger fused through him, never giving Thomas a break. His hatred for Chuck has been passed down to Thomas.
He would spread lies about him, only to get others on his side.
He claimed to remember him, but no one was for certain.
He would do everything in his power to ruin Thomas's reputation and mood.
And that's how Gally got his idea.
"Hey! Thomas!" He called.
"What!" A snappy Thomas replied.
"Newt!" Gally called again.
Newt limped over, it being more noticeable than ever.
Gally had a smug expression on his face, a smirk that only would consist in cartoons.
"Newtie boy," Gally patted his back, over-dramatically. "Why don't you tell Thomas how you got your limp?"
He kicked his bad foot.
Tension ran through Newt's. An agonizing feeling.
He kicked it again, and this time Newt fell, collapsed on the floor. His head buried into the dirt
"Tell him gimpy."
"Newt?" All Thomas could say, "Newt!"
"Tell him how you climbed the wall!"
Gally raged.
Newt snapped his head up. "What!?"
Gally smirked once more.
Newt shot up and tackled him, "Why you little shank!"
Suddenly, the whole Glade appeared around them.
Minho grabbed the hysterical Newt off of Gally. Tears were brimming Newt's eyes, his face and eyes red.
Hysterical.
Newt thrashed around in Minho's arms. Balling.
Gally stood up and laughed, his smug smile more cynical than ever.
After the commotion died down, Thomas went to Gally.
"What's wrong with you?!" He shoved him.
Gally laughed like he did before, "Hey! Hey, hey. Wouldn't want a scene like before."
Thomas narrowed his eyes, biting his limp only to stop him from screaming.
"Why did you do that to him!?"
"All in a day's work for Captain Gally."