Gally Imagines

=FIVE= The Decision

A terrifying scream split the air, jolting you awake from the slumber that you had just drifted into. It had taken you a long time to fall asleep between trying to calm your racing heart-after kissing the hottest guy you ever remembered setting eyes on-and shivering to stay warm atop the chillingly cold Tower. You sat up with a start and glanced down to the Glade below you, which was lit with dawn's first light stretching its warm rays across the length of the square confinement. You didn't understand the scene below you, but you knew that it couldn't be good: A group of Gladers were huddled around a boy who was wreathing on the ground.

You climbed down the ladder as fast as you could and quickly reached the outside of the ring of boys. You peered over their shoulders and around their broad backs, trying to get a better look. The boy, whose name you could not remember, was breathing heavily, his unnaturally-darkened eyes flicking about wildly, held at his wrists and ankles by other Gladers who were struggling to keep him down.

You finally spotted Gally, to your embarrassed delight, standing beside Alby in the center of the boys. He was turned away from you and hadn't noticed you were there. Yet.

Other Gladers continued to hold down the crazed-looking boy while Alby motioned for Gally to lift his shirt. With a flick of his wrist Gally revealed a hole in the boy's side, about the size of a quarter, rimmed with blue veins which spread out from his disturbing wound like spider web up and down his side.

"He's been stung," said Gally looking intently at the boy's rapidly heaving stomach, "At early morning?" Gally looked at Alby, "But...but how-? How is this possible?"

Alby's eyes slowly drifted from Gally's face, to the boy, and then slowly lifted and fell on you. You stood their awkwardly, trying to look casual, but failing miserably. You began to feel extremely self-conscious and it just got worse as the other boys followed Alby's gaze and began to stare as well.

You tried to look everywhere except at the faces of the boys who were all but burning holes in your flesh, when your eyes landed on Gally. He was staring at you as well, but not with the confused, accusing mannerisms of the other boys, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before: eyes slightly large, eyebrows raised, lips parted.

You bit your own bottom lip, smothering a smile that threatened to cause your more trouble than you were apparently already in, and looked down at your feet, shifting your weight from one foot to another in the agonizingly awkward silence.

Finally Alby summoned a Council Meeting, and all of the boys (except for the Medjacks who first threw the screaming and thrashing boy into the Pit) left you to stand alone in the middle of the Glade as they gathered in the small, round hut. To your surprise-and delight-you observed that Gally had to be shaken by a shoulder and pushed in the direction of the Hut by one of the Gladers before he was able to tear his eyes from you and follow the other boys.

You waited for as long as you possibly could-which wasn't very long-before making a dash for the Hut. You had to find out what in the Glade was going on! Crouching down in your usual hiding spot, you peered through the split in the branches to observe the boys. At first you were slightly confused at a hum coming from the inside of the Hut, but then realized that the Gladers were all speaking up at once in a muddled and disorganized manner with shouts of some rising above the others, trying to drown each other out.

Gally was seated in plain view, but he was not joining in, in fact, he was just sitting silently with his arms resting on his knees, staring intently at nothing, lost deep in thought. About what? You, most likely. You felt your face flush slightly.

Finally Newt shouted above them all in his British accent, demanding silence, which the other boys half-heartedly obeyed and the chaos of voices eventually died down.