Promises In Mourning ☆ Gally - TST

Janson

Finley's POV:

A few minutes after that woman left I began to feel tired and this guy that she said was going to come to visit me was taking an awfully long time. I lay there and the only thing I could do was think. At a time like this with everything that just happened, thinking is the last thing you would want to do. And it is true because the next thing I knew I was crying. I guess it didn't actually hit me that all the gladers are gone until now.

Zart, Clint, Ben, Jeff, Alby, Chuck, and Gally. I list off their names as the tears rush out.

Gally's face kept flashing through my mind while I cried my heart out. If I had just stayed in the glade, Gally could be alive. I know he didn't always do the right things, especially when he treated Thomas so horribly, but Gally is the most sweetest and kindest guy I know. He did not deserve to die. None of them did.

I should have been the one.

Me.

Not them.

Me.

The tears kept falling as my eyes began to shut close and I fell into a deep sleep that was full of nightmares. Constant flashes continued of Gally standing in front of me, gun in hand and those dark veins that creeped across his skin. The spear flying across the room and hitting him. It all replayed in my head over and over for how ever long I was asleep. 

When my eyes finally fluttered open, I could not have been any more thankful.

"You're awake. It's about time," A man's voice spoke from the seat where that woman once sat while she talked to me.

In his dark eyes, a look of madness and anger glimmered that could easily be noticed by anyone. He put his hands together and rested them on his knees. A feeling takes over my body, a feeling I have experienced hundreds of times over and over while in the maze. As I've thought before, there was something about this man that seemed oddly familiar. Like I had seen him from somewhere before. The only difference of this time that I had the feeling of familiarity is that I wanted to run as far as possible away from him. My eyebrows furrowed while I tried to think of a memory I possibly have had of him, but I was unable to think of one.

"Everything alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, I-I... it's just you look familiar. But, I can't think of how I would know you." He clears his throat before answering.

"I... I was- um, there when you and your friends were brought in. You were in and out of it, so you must just not remember." He speaks oddly slow. He continues with a more confident tone now, "I am the man that runs this place." He informs me.

"Oh... I guess, thank you for saving my friends and me then."

"No need for thanking me. Anything I can do to help you kids. I am just doing my job." He smiles, "You should be able to join your friends in a couple of days, for now, you need rest. And lots of it." He smiles again.

Creepy ass smile.

"Okay, goodnight." I try to smile back.

Something seems off with... wait.

SHIT!

A memory flashes past my vision in a quick blur. A memory that I've had before.

"Finley... It was very wrong of you to leave like that!" An angry man yelled. I was tied to a chair in a dark room. "You know what happens when you do something bad?" He came close and whispered in my ear.

"Please Janson! Don't! I'm sorry!" I cried out in a muffled sob as a clothed gag was in my mouth. The rope burned against my flesh as I tried to get out of the tight knots.

"I don't want to hear your stupid apologies." He paused as an evil grin plastered itself across his rat-looking face. "Now it's time for your punishment," with that he raised his fist high in the air and slammed it down against my jaw knocking black dots into my vision before everything came into a blur.

When I woke up who knows how long later, the man was gone. Blood splattered on the ground around me- most likely a lot of it was mine. Blood dripped from my face. I could see my reflection in a one-way mirror. I looked awful almost unrecognizable, this whole situation is awful. If I hadn't ran away I wouldn't be sitting here tied up. 

I could have not been any older than 14 or 15 in this reflection. Tears began to form in my bloodshot, red eyes as my body ached. The salt of my tears stung the open cuts on my bloodied face.

The memory was gone as quick as it came. It was one of the exact memories I had gotten back after being stung in the maze.

The man that sits here in front of me now, was that man that had beaten me in that memory.

"Are you okay?" His voice speaks up again. I shake my head to rid it of the horrid memory, I moved my gaze back to the man. He sat there in the chair still. A look on his face that I could not decipher.

"What?"

"Are you okay? You're crying?" He explains.

Damn. These tears keep giving me away.

"Oh... I-I just miss my friends... when did you say I could see them again?"

"In a couple of days." He repeats himself, "but as I had also said, you need rest."

"Where are my friends? Are any of them hurt? Are they okay?" I ask worriedly. Who knows maybe he has hurt them all like he had done to me in that memory.

"Your friends are fine. You have slept all day, you missed dinner, but they just had theirs and were sent back to their bunks for the night. They should be sleeping by now and so should you." He turns to his side and grabs a tissue from a tissue box and passes it to me. "Here." He says when handing it to me. I cautiously grab the tissue from his hand and use it to lightly clean the few tears of mine that were falling slowly off my pale cheeks.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"No problem. Anytime," He sends another one of his creepy ass smiles to me before standing upwards. He walks towards the door but turns around one more time to face me. "I had asked your friend this question before as well, however, I would like to know if you remember anything from before you were sent into the maze." He asks. Panic tightens around my chest. I try to think of what to say.

"Like my life before the maze?" I ask. He nods in response. "Um... nothing much. Besides my brother, Ben. That's all really." I try to say as confidently as I can, though my voice fails and comes out a little shaky from the tears that had fallen only seconds ago.

"Okay, if you do remember anything at all, let me know. Any information that can help us against WCKD will be greatly appreciated." I nod.

"For sure."

"Can you be someone I can trust then?" He asks randomly.

"Of course, sir," I nod again.

"Good. And I am sorry for your loss of Gally." He waves goodbye, flicking the light switch in the room to turn off the lights so I could sleep. He grips the door handle and opens the door to step out. He closes the door behind him and I hear his footsteps from the hall as they fade away.

Wait! He knows Gally's name!

Holy Hell!

How does he know Gally's name!

Unless the others told him about Gally...

What if he still works for WCKD!

I need to find the others and get out of this place!!

Before it is too late.