𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Y/n pulls a Billy "Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs blood in Carrie."

Chuck. That's who I saw as I peaked around at the maze's entrance. He was crying all over again, doing the sharp little coughs between each sob. He was hunched over, back turned to me. Happy tears dug into my eyes, spilling out. I never thought I'd see him again last night, yet there he was.

The other boys had enough sense to leave the kid alone which was something I was grateful about. The gratitude mended a part of my infected heart, soothing it's persistent adrenaline rush. I slid down the maze walls, stepping lightly as to surprise him. Crouching down, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a frightened yelp.

"Shh shh shhh." I said softly. "I need you to stay quiet okay. It's y/n. We need to go to the deadheads now. Before anyone sees me." He responded with a sharp nod. We crept quickly across the glade. Most everyone had busied themselves with work, desperate to forget about me, so sneaking around was fairly easy. It was only when we made it to the thickest part of the deadheads (the corner) when we rejoiced.

"You're alive!" He exclaimed as he laughed, embracing me into a tight warm hug.

"I'm alive!" My throat felt stuck from everything I wanted to say, jittery from excitement.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god y/n. How?!" We sat on a log as I explained the whole ordeal. It was mind boggling that I didn't have a bruise, cut, or even a scratch when others had been found mangled, looking like nothing more then lasagna and teeth. Made my head hurt. After I was finished with the story I had left Chuck with his mouth agape, eyes wide.

"Wow. Just wow dude."

"Yeah." I chuckled in attempt to lighten the mood. "You can say that again."

"What are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We'll are you just gonna run out there or what?" A mischievous grin played upon my lips.

"Ohhh, my grand entrance?" Chuck nodded, his eyes already suspicious by my mannerisms. "Well I have something in mind. And you are gonna help me with it my little accomplice."

"I am?"

"Oh yes. Now Chuck what's today?"

"The day you came back from the maze?"

"Correct, but I had something else in mind. What does Winston do today?"

"He kills a pig so we can have bacon." My devilry was being bottled up, itching to burst out.

"Yes he does, but what do you have to do after that?"

"Clean up all the blood-" Something clicked into place for Chuck and a grin shot up on his face so fast you would've said it had been there the whole time if you hadn't paid attention.

"You know what to do." I ruffled his hair before he headed off to the bloodhouse. Beaming as he trailed off. "Don't forget to cry!" I called out, feeling a small sense of pride for the child I had corrupted.

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Gally's Point of View:

I woke up in my sleeping bag. That was normal, except for my location.The treehouse for y/n had been freshly built. I had just finished it on the night of the last bonfire that happened just a couple nights ago. It had felt like eternity and five minutes from then all at the same time.

I had stayed behind just to put the door on it's frame. Now it was all done. With no one to occupy it. My heart had been crushed into nothing the night previous. Everything was going great, the one person who could actually tolerate me was gone. Dead...forever.

God why does everything have to suck so much in the stupid glade. I don't know maybe it was me, sometimes I felt like any good thing I had going always had to go to klunk. Like everything I touched disappeared. Yup, everything was really "coming up Gally" I really shouldn't have been surprised though. Maybe I should just get used to it.

My friend Morgan (well I wouldn't call him that exactly, he was more like one of the other builders that I didn't yell at as much) was the one who had shaken me awake.

"Gally, hey Gally, you gotta wake up." I pushed him off disgusted. I didn't want to be bothered today. I didn't care if no work got done, I wasn't just going to throw myself into working. That wouldn't solve anything, I couldn't just forget about them like that. They'd probably slap me if they thought I'd forgotten about them. A smile crept up on my face before I realized what was going on.

"Get out man! I'm not in the shucking mood." God I know the other guys are builders but were they really that dense. They should know by now to leave me alone when I get pissed off.

"No you don't understand." Morgan persisted as he panted out each word, wiping sweat off his forehead. "They found her body." My face pricked with heat, chest pounding. My stomach felt sick. "Well the kid did, y'know Chuck."

"Yeah." I mumbled, trying to process everything all in a few seconds. "I know Chuck."

"Well he found them in the deadheads, I guess she was able to make it to morning, barely hangin' on. Then they collapsed in the forest. It's really nasty man, blood everywhere. I tried helping the kid pick her up but you know I got noodle arms, so I came to get you cuz you're the strongest guy I know."

Y/n was dead then, really dead. Rotting maggots, melting eyeballs dead. And now I had to help them. I couldn't do anything about the banishment but I could at least help her now. She needed me.

"Alright I'm going. Just stay out of here okay." This was y/n's spot. No one else's. I trudged toward the deadheads. Dragging my boots to stall from finding them. Trying to ignore all the gruesome images that kept popping up in my head.

We finally got the first girl here ever, in three years and now these stupid shanks banished them. They ruined her. They did this. More importantly, Paul and Victor did this. I couldn't help but digging my hands into balled up fists. Fury swelled in my chest. Y/n wasn't the only one with a temper and all I thought about was beating their faces to a pulp as I fell asleep the night before.

It seemed like a others had heard about y/n and were running towards the deadheads. I continued at my pace not wanting to rush the process. When I got there a crowd of guys were surrounding something. Her.

"Hey what are you doing?! This isn't some kinda sick show!" I parted through everyone, shoving people left and right. "Get out of the way!" And then I was standing over them. My stomach disappeared, dropping out of existence.

There they were, sprawled out on a bundle of new fallen leaves. The air had been crisp that morning but y/n didn't seem to notice the temperature with their eyes stuck close, lashes covering them. She was like an angel laying there, covered in blood. I didn't know whether to throw up or smile at her smirk she had died with. Even in their last moments they couldn't take anything serious.

Her face was pretty as always but was a stark difference from her bloody wraith of a figure. As I grieved over their body, my nails digging into my fist, wanting to spit fire at Paul and the other gladers, I saw their mouth twitch.

My stomach fluttered. I don't think anyone else saw it as they murmured half assed "what a shame's." I dropped down to my knees slowly, looking at their face curiously. I swear I saw them move...it had to be false hope but I knew I had to check to make sure they were gone. I grabbed her arm, soft and sticky with blood, as I leaned down.

"Woah woah what are you doing Gally?!"

"Yeah man I don't think you can kiss her awake, this ain't the movies."

"Just leave their body alone."

"Shut up!" I snapped. "I wanna check one more time." My head came lower and lower, painfully slow towards their chest. My heart palpating, wondering if there might be a small chance of her breathing, being alive, giving me one of those obnoxious smiles. I was almost there when I saw their eyes pop open, y/n flashed a devilish grin. She snatched the collar of my shirt, practically ripping me towards her face. Our faces were just inches away from each other. Then she spoke.

"Miss me Wonder Boy?"