Gally Imagines

=TWENTY-FOUR= A Wall Apart

It was dark.  You began to feel something.  A chill?  Yes.  It was cold.  Very cold.  You moved stiff muscles and slowly opened your eyes, but it didn't make much of a difference, and for a brief, terrifying moment a thought flashed through your mind that you may be blind, but then you began to make out shapes and realized that it was just dark.  But...where were you?  You tried to remember what had happened.  You were doing your job, the Gladers were holding a Council meeting, and then...then what?  Then, something about...Chuck?  Yes, Chuck!  He had told you that Gally—

You sat up suddenly, then put a hand to your instantly throbbing head.  You shut your eyes again, trying to focus the pain away, but it didn't help.  You looked up at a scuffling noise, and made out a dark figure crouched on the opposite side of the...of the...the...

Your heartrate quickened even before the truth sank in enough to make sense.  Your eyes took in the ivy—the dark, thick ivy—covering the seemingly-endless amount of cold, concrete walls.  The walls of the Maze.  You were in the Maze.  You were in the Maze!

You shivered, trying to calm your quick, shallow breathing and keep a level head. 

"Okay, okay, it's okay!" you thought, trying to command yourself to believe it.  "Gally will—Gally will...Gally..."

More scuffling, and you looked over to see gleaming eyes staring at you.

Dan's eyes.

As if your eye-contact had been a signal, Dan had risen and strode over to you before you had the chance to react.

"Hello, Babe," he said.  There was something in his voice that wasn't quite normal.  In the Glad it had been somewhat jeering, almost a sort of a twisted joking, but not now.  Not at all.  Now it was darker, and colder than the night around you.  You shivered noticing how he towered above you, and the nasty gleam in his black eyes as they drilled into yours.

"Wh—where's Gal—"

Before you could finish what you were saying, Dan's hands shot out and grasped your wrists painfully in his hands, fingernails biting into your flesh, and you let out a yelp as he drug you in front of him.

"Oh, you mean that number Chuck told?" he smiled wickedly, "Ha!  He's a pretty convincing liar when threatened, wouldn't you agree?"

As he spoke, the truth of what he was saying very slowly began to sink in, and you tried to wrap your mind around what had happened.  What was happening.

You were trapped in the Maze, alone, with a side of Dan that you had never seen before, a side that made your blood run cold.

You struggled helplessly against his iron grip, and a horrifyingly-disturbing grin spread across his face, as his black eyes raked across your body.  And for the first time, you were more afraid of a human, than of the Maze.

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Pain shot through the side of Gally's fist and ran down the full length of his arm, but he barely noticed as he pounded again and again on the thick, solid concrete Doors: the massive burrier between him and the love of his life.  He struck the doors again, then ran his hands over his short hair, forcing himself to think!  He knew that beating the Doors with his fists was as useless as cutting a rock with a feather, and it was getting him nowhere!  He shut his eyes tightly, trying to think of a way—any way—to get through those Doors!