Socially Awkward

Rescued I guess?

You wake up to your own screaming. Blinding pain scatters around your bare stomach. You let out another wail as melting metal burns your skin. Blood bubbles inside you, multiple screams escape your lips. Scratchy voice is holding out the metal rod, prodding you with the searing pain. He's been poking the same spot but he now slides the roasting metal across your stomach. You shriek and the tears keep coming. Your blistering skin looks appalling. Scratchy pulls away in glee, grinning at the pain he caused you. He strikes a quick stab at Sonya, which causes her to scream at the top of her lungs. The pain on your stomach is overwhelming. Black spots cover your vision, the pain becoming unbearable, "every humanly way possible" darts through your mind. The darkness engulfs your sight and you black out...again.

You hear the padder of heavy footsteps. Pain hits you in waves from the wounds that cover you. Your head throbs with a stabbing headache. The guy from the bar is holdings a whip, scratchy with a gun. You scooch back in terror. As bar guy gets ready to strike. You curl into a painful ball covering your head, waiting for pain to come, but it doesn't. They haven't done anything yet. You lift your head up to see what they are doing, and that's when the leather smacks across your face. A gurgled scream rips out of you. He gets a couple more bloody strikes on your torso, then feels satisfied enough to leave. They walk out with grins on their faces. Your stomach growls and you don't realize how hungry you are until now. You haven't eaten in probably days. The hunger aches inside you. You silently say goodbye to everyone you love, your dead parents, Sonya, Frypan, and Newt. You fall asleep with the question, "who is their boss?" ringing in your head.

"Wake up whore." Your startled by this comment, because you know who it is before you lift your head up. "Gally?" You stutter. You inch forward thinking he is here to help, but that was a big misjudgment, because he pulls out a gun and points it at you. "I'm there boss, I've planned all of this, and I've planned your death. Say goodbye whore." You tremble and take a step back, Gally's fingers lock around the trigger and he pulls. You see the bullet come flying towards you, but you can't move. Suddenly, a blur of blonde hair shoves you out of the way, and intercepts the bullet. "SONYA!" You scream. She crumples to the ground. You kneel over her body. You want to help her, but you know it's too late. She sacrificed herself. For you. The bullet landed straight at her heart, blood seeping through her shirt. "It's gonna be ok..." You sob. She tries to speak, but only coughs out blood. "Thomas..." She manages. Then, she's gone. But Gally is still standing there, distracted about something. That's when you notice Newt is at the door. Everything after that is a blur.

Newts POV- I gasp at the sight before me, tears forming in my eyes. Gally stands hovered over y/n and Sonya. Oh my god. Sonya's..... dead. Thomas steps next to me and I can hear his dreadful reaction. Tears flood down both of our faces as he runs over to her fallen body. Gally smirks and I'm ready to take action. While he's looking at Thomas, I pick up a metal rod I find on the ground and collide it with his skull. The gun jumps out of his hand and skids across the floor. He is enraged but so am I. Gally stomps toward me and his fist crashes into my jaw. I strike back, pummeling into his gut. I don't give him the chance to return the favor, while my bloody knuckles clash into his nose. He shrieks and comes barreling forward, knocking the breath out me. I use all my strength to push the bastard away. He stumbles back and his eyes widen. Thomas stands before him, holding the gun with bloody, trembling hands. "Say goodbye asshole," he shudders. There is a bang and the rusty bullet plummets towards his chest causing him to collapse on the ground. While Thomas beats him for good measure, I rush to y/n's aid. She's barely awake, barely alive. How could people be such monsters to an innocent girl. I shake as I put my hand to her cheek, tears escaping my eyes. I lift her up consoling her it will be alright. As she shakily stands, my eyes widen in horror at the wounds strewn across her limp body. "Thomas we need to leave. Now." He steps up, covered in blood, and comes to help y/n.