My Light In The Dark

Part 6

Gally didn't seem happy when he got up.
Blood running down his nose his nose not looking entirely straight even after your small fist had connected..Rage wasn't a strong enough word to describe his inferno.

"You." It wasn't a statement; it was a threat. A bull had seen red and it was not going to stop now. With a primal scream, the bloodied boy plowed ahead at full speed. You cowered meekly-

A gasp. No impact. Not even the swish of dirt beneath rampant feet. You peeked out through your fingers that shielded your face. Astonishment ruled over you.

On top of Gally was Thomas, chest heaving and eyes wild. Flanking him were Newt and Minho, Newt wielding a spear and Minho brandishing a kitchen knife, both not looking afraid to use them. On the ground, Gally was looking  worse than Frypan's cooking, face more of a blood pulp than than flesh.  And the look in his eyes was beyond wild- it was madness.

Unstable. Terrifying. Y/n stepped back carefully, afraid of another attack despite your protectors.
A couple feet had been put between you when a noise from beyond had you stopping and quaking in your boots.

An in earthly rumble had risen over the walls, followed by a chilling clank ka clank and a venomous scraaaaaaaatch. Fear trapped you in place. You'd barely managed a "Tom-" when came the worst one yet. A metallic chittering like robotic bug and the sickening shriek of metal scraping metal before a fade to unsettling silence.

You didn't wait. YOU RAN...