HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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A/N- Since it may get boring without Gally and drama, I'm skipping to the part when all of them plan to invade WCKD with all the army people around, if you remember that. AKA, the death cure movie

Dear Diary,

Yes, I'm still writing in a diary. Sadly my old diary got burned in the fire but I found another one.

It's been such a hard time without Chuck and Gally. A lot of things had happened within a couple days.

Winston died, which was incredibly emotional because he was stung like the rest of them.

There's barely any of us left. We could've been killed, but we met these amazing people on our way called Brenda, Jorge, Vince, Mary, Sonya and Harriet.

Sonya, who had blonde bright hair seemed to be attached to Newt deeply and had seemed to have a bond full connection.

Another thing is that Minho was kidnapped by WCKD, we are trying so hard to get him back.

The most expected thing is that Teresa turned to be lying to us the whole time, which explains how it says 'property of WCKD' on the back on her neck, from when I met her first.

Our plan is to invade WCKD to get Minho back.

"This place is freaking me out, there's too many people." I complain, staying close to Thomas.

Me and Thomas made up and now we've sort of always become protective of each other. He apologized for what he did and so did I.

"Just stay close." He compels, holding my arm and dragging me around a corner.

Jorge, Brenda, me, Thomas, Newt and Frypan all stayed together, pushing our way through people.

"They hide behind their walls, planning to keep the cure for themselves!" A loud man's voice echoed behind us through a speaker.

"Who the hell are they?!" I stand close as a car glides past us.

They wore gas masks around their faces, covering their identity.
One of the boys glares at us for at least a minute, scanning our actions.

They held guns right to their chest, and had on a bulletproof vests that covers half their body.

As they drive off, all of us stare shockingly at them for being so forward.

I was stood behind Thomas, noticing a orange bright light beamed on his neck, much like Teresa had.

"What the hell is that?" I point to back of his neck, hoping to get an answer.

Everybody around was chanting at WCKD for their freedom.

"That's it! That's our way in!" Thomas yells before continuing running towards a large opening.

All of us run up behind him, determined to get inside and save Minho.

"THOMAS. This is not why your looking for!" Jorge creeps up beside him conveying in a foreign accent.

"Jorge is right Thomas!" I assert alongside him.

"We've come this long, there's no turning back now!" Thomas answers, pushing people past quicker.

"What the hell did we get ourselves into?!" Frypan utters from behind.

I look behind, past Newt to see 2 boys stare towards us with their gas masks on, huffing air into the small compacted area.

Everybody was throwing objects at the entrance to WCKD and there was no sign of a proper way to get in without being shot, dead.

"Thomas, this doesn't feel right." Jorge discloses, clenching his fists an fidgeting impatiently.

"We need to get outta here!" Brenda pulls her hood down to talk to Thomas.

Newt turns his head around to see one of the gas guys following close behind us.

"Who are the people in the masks?" Newt turns to me for an answer.

I shrug, keeping close to everyone.

"Guys, we've gotta go, now! Look!" Newt yells, pointing at the people in the masks pushing hastily past people to get to us.

Jorge takes out a pistol, holding it close to his chest. We all put our backs against each other, preparing to fight.

Jorge has taught me a lot about my combat and I'm doing way better than all the other boys, maybe even better than Brenda?

All is come to a stop when a loud clank of metal is released, it was a large bomb gun, that had three holes with a red beam shining above it. Down stood a man with a almost tank of a gun, pointing down at the boisterous crowd of people.

There was at least 3 or 4 of these huge guns aimed towards us.

Everyone started to clamor together and charge backwards, running for their lives.

Screams of the innocent we're heard, as we run on feet, we all started to split up.

Thomas, Brenda and I were hidden under a dark tunnel and the others were god knows where.

As I try run behind them, I was swiftly taken off of my feet and pushed against a van.

I took a right hook at their face and a elbow at their stomach. They stumbled back, but forced me ever so slightly into a van.

"GET OFF ME!!" I claw almost their arms, trying to free myself.

I'm tied with handcuffs and sat on a cold bench in white van. I see Brenda and Thomas sitting next to me.

I groan, sitting upright, clenching my stomach, seeing blood seeming out of my body. I'd been shot.

I look in front of us and see three men with gas masks, staring at us. I think.

"What do you want from us?!" I demand, squinting my eyes.

They didn't say a word, not expressing their voice.

The van stopped at a destination and I was thrown out of the car and onto my knees, they unlock my handcuffs.

As I'm freed I twist my body around, punching them dead in the face, causing their mask to come flying off.

He turns around, showing a tall figure with a clenched jaw.

"Who the hell are you?!" I yell as he faces me.

The man grabs my throat, pulling me up to his face. He has baby blue eyes, his muscles flex, staring me deeply in my eyes.

"Stop!" Thomas yells in my defense.

Within a second Jorge is flown out of a van, attacking one the men, punching him in the face.