HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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All three of us make our hastily way towards a wrecked building, where we met Thomas and Minho again.

I cough from the inhaled gas, leaning my head back on the cold, stone wall behind me.

Thomas came in contact with Brenda, she never gave up on him.

I sit beside Newt, tendering for his pain.

"You're gonna be ok, Newtie." I smile at him, rubbing the top of his hand softly.

"Come on, y/n. Don't be telling lies." Newt chuckles, whining at his wound.

All of us get up and wander around, trailing Gally.

"Newt, we're almost there!" He reassured him, which doesn't do much.

My leg is throbbing so badly, to the end where I fall backwards.

"Ah shit." I mutter, attempting to get back up.

"What's wrong?!" Gally returns to my needs, lifting me up by my waist and keeping me uphold.

"My leg." I pant.

I could feel the pressure decreasing, causing the blood to spew out.

Newt rests himself by laying against the wall.

The boys see a large flying object gliding above us. My eyes flutter, leaning my head on Gally's shoulder.

"We gotta go!" He hoots, holding me closer.

"No." Newt compels, forcing Thomas and Minho not to help him.

"Newt, come on." I once again deliver, keeping my eyes open.

"Minho, you need to go get the serum as fast as you can! And Gally cover Minho." Thomas demands, crouching next to Newt.

"No, I'm not leaving y/n." Gally mutters, placing me down next to Newt.

"I'm fine. I'm in a better state then Newt, so I can protect myself. I promise." I smile at him, panting as well as Newt.

Gally holds out his pinky, wanting me to interlock it, which I did.

He kisses my pinky, before clicking his gun, running beside Minho.

I hum as Newt rests his head on my shoulder for support.

Newt raises his head, sobbing and panting. Dark, gloomy vein lines trail the side of his head, spitting out black blood around his mouth. Newts eyes are almost black, with no life left.

"Newt we've really got to go." I gasp, standing up onto my two feet.

Thomas tries his best to keep me upright.

"No no." He repeats, shaking his head repeatedly.

I notice as Newts anger grew, he handed Thomas a small necklace with a paper note attached to the bottom.

Thomas grunts, lifting Newt up by his side. I trail behind them, with a gun to defend myself with if I have to.

Thomas stumbles with Newt in his arms, I gasp horrifically seeing them both fall to their knees.

Newts raspy breaths narrow and all I could do was hold my hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat weaken, the more he breathed.

Thomas was down on his knees, I attempted to drag Newts half-dead corpse across the floor, which was a fail.

I sob, falling onto my ass.

As I lay with Newt in between my legs, I hear a familiar echo.

"Y/n." A woman's voice cracks through the speakers above us. I stand up with widen eyes.

"I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to now. Y/n. You can save Newt. Your blo-" Teresa's voice cuts out. I fall backwards, not understanding what's going on.

Thomas passed out from the blood damage that was located in his leg.

My hands drip with sweat as I turn around and see Newt standing himself.

His body twists before me, meeting my eyes.

"Newt?" I say before disaster erupts.

Newt lunges at me like a rabid dog, growling as he tackles me to the ground.

I yell for him to stop, which does no good. I manage to push him off of me, throwing Newt directly towards the floor, which only made him more angrier.

Newt once again, throws me to the ground, hassling on top of me. I grunt for him to get off of me. His growling increases as well as my yells for him to stop.

"NEWT, PLEASE.." I mutter, stoping him from rapidly attacking me.

He stops, just panting on top of me in shock.

"I'm sorry.." He whispers.

I stare directly into his eyes. Newt was gone. That wasn't him. Newt was so incredibly sweet and caring, always to me. And he was always this amazing friend everyone is prone to be.

Newt growls, snatching the gun from my pocket and holding it at his head at a angle.

"NO!" I lament, slapping the gun out of his hand.

His anger increases as I slam him into the floor. Newt throws me across the concrete, slamming into a car slightly. I whine with agony, curling up into a ball.

My eyes dart to Newt pulling out a blade and starting to attempt to slice me. I dodge every attempt.

I'm now thrown aggressively onto the ground and forcefully in a death grip with Newt. His hands heave down on his knife, slicing only through the first layer of my chest.

I kick him off of me, punching him dead in the face with guilt tripping over me.

My pant quickens as Newt attempts to slice me once again.

"NEWT, STOP I DON'T WANNA DO THIS!" I cry, falling onto my knees.

Newt crashes into me, throwing me once again to the floor.

I hear a gun cock. BANG!

Thomas awakens, looking over to me and Newt.

"What did you do?!" Thomas roars.

A/N- HAHAHA cliffhanger ;)