HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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"Teresa." Newt enunciates, clenching his fists behind me.

"She's the only reason Minhos even missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to rescue him. And you don't want to because of her?!" Newt backs Thomas up onto a wall behind them both.

Everyone just stares at him, in shock and disbelief.

"Just admit you still care about her." Newt nods his head, moving inches towards him.

"Newt i-" Before Thomas could even say a word he's pushed against the wall aggressively by Newt.

"DON'T LIE TO ME." He repeats twice before letting him fall to his feet.

My mouth widens and everyone's reaction in the room was almost the exact same as mine.

Newt let's go of him and let's a small "sorry." Before continuing out of the door, holding his wrist.

I run after him to see Newt sitting on the side of the wall, looking off into the distance.

"Hey Newtie." I sit close beside him.

His eyes still laid onto the glamorous distance.

"Sorry about what happened back there. I wasn't myself." He stammers, looking at me in my dark eyes.

"Why'd you get so angry at him?" I squint my eyes, scanning his movements.

"I guess I can't hide this anymore." Newt conveys, slowly reeling his sleeve up his wrist, showing a large sting with blue and purple veins running up and down it.

My mouth widens and my eyes blur, seeing of how much pain he could be in.

"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice softens and cracks. I hold his arm in my hand, feeling of how much agony he's been put through.

"Didn't think it'll make any difference." He states, looking at me one last time.

"Of course it would, Newt." He laughs under his breath slightly.

"Promise me one thing, y/n." Newt pulls his hand away and pulls down his sleeve.

I nod, slowly.

"You save them. All. Y/n. Even if there's a slightest chance of saving Minho, take it. Whatever the cost." As I hear those words, tears form directly in my eyes, feeling a burning sensation in my heart.

He pulls me into a hug, I bury my head into his chest as his hands cling to my back.

"I promise." My voice cracks.

*
We came up with a plan.

Thomas would go into the city, in hope of finding Teresa in the crowd. He would lead her off into an empty room and kidnap her, and that's exactly what he did.

Teresa is now strapped to a chair.

I remove a paper bag from her head as she screams trying to break free.

"Y/n. What are you doing?" Her eyes darted towards mine and are still locked to them.

I walk over next to Gally and sit on top of the table.

"Gally?!" She exhales in disbelief, seeing a ghost in her eyeline.

"Here's how this is going to go." He places the paper bag from my hands below.

"We're going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell us exactly what we need to know." He demands, crossing his arms aggressively.

"We'll start off simple." Gally swings round a chair infront of her and perches himself on it.

Her eyes lay on upon mine, almost begging me to help her.

"Where's Minho?" He demands, crossing his arms on the wooden chair.

"You guys seriously don't thi-" Teresa shuffles in her seat before being interrupted.

"Don't look at her. Why you looking at her? Look at me. She's not gonna help you." Gally's jaw clenched.

A/N- LORD HAVE MERCY THIS SCENE WAS HOT

"Now, we know you have Minho in the building." He expresses, her chins dips, avoiding the question.

"Where?!" His eyes narrow, dominantly.

"He's with the others in holding, sub level 3." She fiddles with her fingers, finally conveying.

"How many others?" Newt says from behind, sitting upright into the light.

"28.." She hesitants and I wince.

"You guys don't get it. You'll need a thumb print ID." She leans forward, really spilling everything.

"That's why your coming with us." Thomas soothes his voice for her, I notice.

"Well, I don't know. We don't necessarily need her. We just need her thumb." I angrily say, holding a blunt knife displayed in my hand.

Gally stops me in my path, holding my outer arm.

"Do whatever you want to me. The sensors will pick you up through the front door." She admits, with a defensive face on her.

I growl in anger, placing the knife back down.

"We're tagged 'property of WCKD.' on the back of our necks, we know. Your gonna help us." I grab the back of her neck, she gasps as I keep her upright.

"Hey!" Thomas yells, standing up and holding up one of his hands.

"Now you know how it feels." I pierce blindly through the grit of my teeth.