Gally Imagines

gally imagine thirteen

"Just a little farther, Y/N." Gally gasped as you took another staggering step. It was too hot and the fact that you hadn't drunk anything in over a day now was killing you both.

Days ago you had watched Thomas practically punch him to death as all the Gladers (including you) were dragged away. You were stuck in a room with Teresa and you had cried for a while as she held you and you fell asleep. When you woke up, you were completely abandoned by any signs of life in the middle of the desert. You had wandered around until a Berg descended and Gally was dropped off.

You had sprinted towards him as the Berg sped away and wiped the sand that was already gathering in his eyes, kissing his lips hard. Now, you both wandered towards the buildings that were becoming larger and easier to see.

It was like WICKED had no use for the two of you anymore. But at the same time, who knew? If they didn't need you, why didn't they kill you?

Suddenly, Gally dropped to his hand and knees. He started moaning and clutching his throat. You tried to pull him to his feet but he was too weak to even stand. It felt too unreal. Gally was always strong, always tough, always a rock. Now he was keeled over on the edges of this terrible desert and close to death by dehydration.

"Please, we have to keep going!" You cried out and Gally dragged himself across one more inch of the desert before he fell flat on his stomach into the sand.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at you with sunken eyes. His eyes were blinking rapidly, slowly starting to close. You straddled his waist with your thighs and gripped his face tightly with your hands. Gally couldn't die.

"Gally please get up!" You yelled and his breath started to become ragged. Suddenly, there was pain exploding through the back of your arm.

You screamed in pain as you whirled around and were suddenly eye to eye with the most disgusting person you'd ever seen.

"Hello there..." The man drawled in a tone that was slightly rhythmic. The left side of his face was limp, like he'd had a stroke and he was missing three or four fingers. He wore no shirt and there were scars all along his torso. In jerky movements, he crouched down and yanked the knife out of your arm that he had stuck in seconds ago. You let out another shriek and automatically slapped a hand over the bleeding wound.

"So, the pretty pair of you've got the Flare?" He asked coldly and his head twitched to the side suddenly, causing you to jerk backwards in fear.

"Get away from us." You tried to say firmly but it ended up sounding like a quaky demand. He threw his head back and laughed in what was almost a comical way.

"No, darling. I think you're coming with me." He said suddenly and his arm locked around yours like an iron grip. You started to scream and Gally let out a quiet groan as the man started to drag you across the sandy surface.

"Boys! Grab that other one!" He yelled, gesturing to Gally, and suddenly a group of boys ranging from teenagers to middle aged men appeared at a run out of the haze. They picked him up from all sides and started running towards the city.

"Let him go!" You shrieked and tried to pull free, but the man was too strong even if you weren't dying of first.

"You're both going to the same place anyway." He muttered, and then you were out.

•••

Muffled noise is all around. Your head is pounding so loud, the whole world must hear it. There's something on your lips, your tongue. A few seconds later you feel it trickle down your throat. Water.

Your eyes frantically fluttered open and you sat up in shock and grabbed the water bottle that was being held tantalizingly close to your face. In thirty seconds flat, it was empty.