HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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"Y/n, enough." Thomas states, walking towards me.

I let go of her, causing her head to rock in a forward motion.

Thomas slides the knife into his hands and crouches by Teresa.

"Your gonna help us get the chip out." He demands.

*
"Try to relax, this is going to sting." Teresa admits, sitting behind me.

I was sat on a chair, facing the back of it and Teresa was perched behind me, on a stool with a blunt knife in her hand.

"Just get it over with." I clench my eyes.

I grunt silently as the knife is corpsed into my skin.

"Bet your enjoying this." I grip the edge of the chair as she digs deeper into the thin of my skin.

"Not quite." Teresa exhales, pulling out a small chip, beeping red.

I inhale and exhale, feeling her dap the back of my neck with a towel.

"Done." She expresses.

I stand up in front of her, shooting a funny and disturbing look of anger towards her.

I flip my chair back to its original spot before walking up to Gally.

"I'm off." Jorge compels, sliding a ring of keys into his hands.

Everyone smiles towards him as his struts out the door.

Gally walks up to Teresa, handing her a jacket.

"Put it on." He demands, clenching his jaw.

Teresa slips through the jacket and non-suspiciously she puts her hand on the blade on a plate that she used to get the chip out of my neck.

As she glides her hand across the handle, Gally captures her movement in the process, stoping her from grabbing the knife.

She gasps, his hands tighten.

"Nice try." He whispers, snatching her hand away and clutching the sickle and taking it away from her reach.

Gally swoops her away from the crowd, but I couldn't help but notice that she took the small towel cloth away from the scene, with my blood on it.

I thought nothing of it at the time.

"You we're inlove with her, weren't you?" Brenda packs five bags and blunts the knifes around her.

"I don't know." Thomas mutters in response.

"You can't save everyone, Thomas." Brenda speaks, handing him a fully loaded gun.

"I can try." He admits, staring at her so deeply in the eyes.

...

"Can we go now, I'm bored." I moan, sitting on the sturdy wooden table.

Gally stands in front of me, giggling he takes my head by my chin and plants a small kiss on my lips.

He pulls away, I look at him in pure shock and disbelief.

Gally showing public affection? That's new.

"That's gross, can we go now." Newt coughs, before laughing nervously.

I hum, jumping off the table and grabbing a large gun.

We had come up with a plan. Me, Thomas and Newt would follow Teresa into the building with full gear up to the tips of our heads, holding guns to our chests.

Gally would cut in at one point and quickly get whatever he needed to help the kids inside.

Brenda would drive a bright, blue bus with all of the kids inside.

Frypan would draw a crane down from a building and guide the bus to safety, hopefully with Minho inside.

*
Me, Thomas, Newt and Teresa walk side by side silently into the building, using Teresa as guidance.

"Don't stop walking." I whisper to her, holding her outer arm.

We met Gally through a parking lot and all of us walked together.

Using Teresa's fingerprint, it allowed us access towards a stair room, leading up towards the labs.

"She's got an ugly picture." Muttering under my breath towards Gally, he laughs, taking off his mask.

"I can get in here." We stop as Gally reaches around a closed up box, fiddling with the wires.

"Alright, we'll come around." Thomas says, grabbing a walkie-talkie and aiming his gun while skipping down the steps.

Teresa was perched beside the exit door with me, still clung to her arm.

Newt was struggling so badly with his sting, he was coughing uncontrollably.

Gally cuts through the electrical current.

"Frypan, we're in, how you doing?" Thomas hops up the stairs, talking through the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting there." Frypan grunts, hoisting himself up the ladder.

Gally manages to get in.

"This'll work." He pulls on a label.

I exhale, seeing Newt in pain, he was clinging onto the banister for dear life.

"Brenda, what's your status?" Thomas queries her, impatiently.

"Status is. I'm working on it. Don't worry, you know I'm gonna be there." Her voice appears croaky from our end.

Gally slams a machine like thing against the door of the electrical current.

"Let's go!" He recalled, taking my hand in his and pacing down the stairwells with everyone tailing behind.

We run up to a closed door that states 'no entry'.

A patter of feet walks towards the door, granting entry.

Gally and Thomas stood in front of us, drawing their guns towards the un-masked men.

They start aiming fire at them, sending them flying across the floor.

There was atleast 1,000+ shots fired at that very moment and none of them were at us, nor did any hit us.

Newt and I galloped to the doors of the young children.

"Come on, everyone out!" I yell, taking off my mask to let them know that they're safe.

"The vault. How do I get in?!" Gally implies, pointing a gun at one of the guards heads.

"You can't." The man says weakly, exhaling.