Complicated

Chapter 58: Distrust

I could feel Gally's anger from here, and I was still half way down the corridor. I tried to take a breath, but my lungs were tight and I couldn't. I also felt Thomas giving me a quick side eye. He could feel my anxiety, it was rising and I was having trouble controlling it, and it was seeping into our weird telepathy link. The closer we got, the slower I ran. His eyes were ice and his jaw was clamped, the muscle was twitching. And I saw the tell tale sign of his hardly controlled panic, his hands were opening and closing in fists. 

We crossed into the Glade, and Frypan, Vinny and Winston gave Newt a sheepish smile. He just indicated his head to keep going. They gladly did, without looking back they slunk off. Newt put a hand on Chuck' shoulder and steered him after the others and shood him away. Before anyone could say anything, Thomas pulled out the cylinder we found and handed it to Newt, with a proud look on his face. 

"We found this!" 

"It was inside the Griever Charlie and Thomas killed!" Announced Minho, his thumbs hooked into the straps of his pack and flashed a proud smirk.

"These are the same letters we get in our supplies." I ventured, nervous to say anything. I didn't want to poke the already angry bear, I glanced at Gally. His eyes were narrowed and cold. He hadn't said anything and that was out of character for him.

 "Yeah! Whoever put us here obviously made the Grievers!" Thomas continued, glancing at Gally and me and then back to Newt. His excitement kept Newt's attention. 

"This is the first real clue, the first anything, you've found in over 3 years. Right, Minho?" Thomas asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Well not exactly, but this is definitely something! Deffinitely something we can use." Grinned Minho, I saw the spark of hope. Something I hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Newt! We gotta go back out there! Who knows where this might lead us." 

Thomas was almost vibrating with excitement. I had to suppress a small smile. He was such a child sometimes.  

"You see what he's trying to do, right?" Gally finally spoke, his eyes never left me. His voice was low and dangerous.

"First, he breaks our rules, Charlie...and then he tries to convince us to abandon them totally. He talked two Keepers to go out there!"

"That was me Gally. Not Thomas." I said quietly, "Our runners quit, we needed help. I asked them to come." 

"Stop defending him, Charlie." He hissed.

"I'm not defending him! I'm giving you straight facts." 

I noticed Newt grab Thomas's arm and tugged him. And indicated with his head to Minho who nodded in understanding.

"If you need us, we'll be in the map room." Newt said quietly, and nodded to me. He looked at Gally and gave him a pointed look, "Remember what I said this afternoon, Gally."

They hurried off, leaving Gally and I alone by the entrance to the West Doors.

"Our rules are the only thing that have ever held us together. Why now are we questioning that? If Alby was here, you know he'd agree with me." 

"Really Gally? That's low Gally. Even for you! The guys know what's at stake, they aren't babies! They knew what could possibly happen and yet they still came! To help find a way home! Alby came into the maze! And he's not a runner." I pointed out, "how is that different?

"Ya and look what that got him!" His voice started to rise. 

"So he deserved it?" I felt like he just slapped me.