HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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A/N- This is one of the hardest chapters to write, so go easy 🧍‍♀️

Brenda runs into the scene with the serum that Gally gave her.

"No.." She denies, staring at Thomas in confusion.

"What happened?!" She states.

"He shot her." Thomas's attention turns to Newt, who's standing over my lifeless corpse.

Everyone crowds in.

A/N- Gonna do this in Gally's pov cuz yk, we dead

Gally's pov:

My legs run at the speed of light, from seeing Minho and others crowd a scenery.

My eyes flutter and dart towards y/n laying lifeless on the floor.

Dropping to my knees, a sharp pain hit my heart, ache crowds my body. My hands shake, laying them on top of her wound.

"I-I mean to." Newt stutters, stumbles back.

My vision blurs with tears pouring from my eyes. Sobs hit me like a brick.

"Come on, y/n." I gasp, starting compressions on her chest.

"Gally.." Frypan taps my shoulder, with tears rolling down his cheek.

"NO!" I growl, starting cpr faster than before.

I pant for her to wake up. Praying for her life to continue.

Minutes rush by and I finally give up. My head crashes on top of her chest, crying like I've never done before.

All of the people around me were sobbing quietly, and in horrible shock.

My hands are covered with red, black blood as I glare at my hands.

Anger builds up in me. She was gone. And it's Newts fault..

My hands clench the drenched blood in my hand. I brush my hand over the gun, clenching it tightly in my hands.

"Gally?" Thomas expresses behind me, tapping my shoulder to drop the weapon.

I brush him away, standing up on my two feet and narrowing the gun at Newt.

Newt gasps throwing his hand up in the air.

"You killed her." I sob, shaking my hands softly.

"Gally, he's not in his right mind." Minho conveys, strutting back away from me.

"I don't care." I turn my head, smiling as Newt coughs up black blood.

"He's almost there anyway. Why not kill him now?!" I sniff, cocking my gun, closing one of my eyes and steadying my gun.

"Gally, please." Newt begs, stumbling to his knees in front of me.

"I'm sorry, Newt." Gally mutters, holding the glock to Newts head, holding his index finger over the trigger.

BANG!

Sweet, red, dark blood sprayed from Newt head. I sigh, throwing the gun to the floor with shaky hands.

Everyone around me was gasping, sobbing, crying, throwing up. But all I could think about was y/n.

I turn my back away from Newt and walk towards her.

I crouch beside her, crying over her soulless body. My body shakes, sitting down and resting her head on my lap.

I peck her forehead with a kiss, sobbing into her skin.

In the end, it was down to us. Although the hatred we had for eachother I'll always love you, y/n. Rest easy.

Yours truly, Gally.

A/N- Short chapter and I'm sobbing my eyes out, I might write a sequel, depending on how this book does. Tysm for reading I really appreciate it xo