Gally Imagines

=TWENTY-ONE= Raging Storm

"Get out of the rain!"

You heard Jeff and Clint shouting at the other Gladers, beckoning them to come underneath the shelter of the huts.  Obviously they didn't want any cold, wet, and sick boys on their hands later that day.  Rain splattered the ground and yourself, smacking your skin and leaving a wet trail as it slid down.  You gathered hammers in an attempt to put them in their proper place before leaving for shelter yourself.

It was raining harder now, coming down faster with bigger droplets.  You dodged Gladers, who were running past you for dry covering, as you stooped to pick up another hammer.  Suddenly, you were knocked from behind with the force of someone slamming into you.  The two of you fell to the ground, and you felt a sharp pain in the back of your neck as the heavy body rolled off of you in an attempt to rise to his feet.  Then he was gone.  You felt the rain hitting your face as you lay on your back for a moment, stunned, and trying to figure out what had just happened, then you slowly sat up and began to collect the hammers that were now strewn across the soggy grass.

You froze as lightning split the sky and a loud, low rumble of thunder followed an instant later.  Other hands were tangled with yours, and you looked up to see Gally's wet face staring at you in the flash of a lightning bolt as he tried to pull you to your feet.

"Come on!" he yelled over another loud clap of thunder.  "Leave them, it's fine!"

"But you said to never leave a worksite without—"

"I know what I said!" he replied loudly.  "Just come on!"

He started to drag you towards the Homestead when you stopped suddenly, a hand raised to your throat.

"No!" you screamed.

"What?" he asked, agitatedly looking up at the sky as thunder rolled overhead.

"My—my necklace!" you said frantically, "It's gone!"

You yanked your hand from out of his fingertips and fell to the ground, running them along the puddled grass, trying to feel the smooth wooden object in the dark, lighting-lit sky.

"Y/N, come on!" said Gally, but you paid no attention.

Where was the necklace!?

Suddenly, your fingers enclosed something hard, and you picked it up, feeling it gently.  It was the necklace.  And it was broken in two.  And suddenly the figure who had knocked you down came up in your mind once more, and you realized that it had been Dan.  That Dan had taken your necklace.  That Dan had ripped it from your neck.  That Dan had broken it.  And with the terrorizing anguish of this realization, you wept uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you felt his strong hands lift you up from underneath your shoulders as Gally half dragged you to your feet. 

"Y/N!" he yelled above another boom of thunder. "It's fine, I'll make you another one!  We have to go, now!"

You looked into his eyes as rain rolled down his face and bit your lip, then Gally grasped your hand and arm and forcefully lead you, half running, towards the shelter of the trees—the woods being closer than the Homestead.

Rain streamed down the trunks of the trees beside you, running between the water-streaked grooves in the bark.  Gally released your arm, but continued to hold your hand.  You slid your fingers from his and wiped the rain from your eyes with both hands—trying to make the removal of your hand from his seem intentional for this purpose.  But it didn't work.

"Alright," came his deep voice, quiet in the dimness, but still audible over the pounding rain.  "What is going on?"

He said the words slowly and forcefully with such concern that you put a hand to your mouth to stifle the sob that broke through your lips.  Your shoulders were taken roughly in his hands once more, and you found yourself slammed against the trunk of a tree as Gally forcefully pinned you to it with a look of pure determination etched into his features.