Complicated

Chapter 66: Hearts and Heads

"Gally?" I gasped.

There was a tense silence. He stood in the door way, and I went to step closer, but stopped dead. My eyes trailed all over his face and took in his appearance. My heart dropped into my stomach.

Gally's eyes raged with lunacy; his clothes were torn and filthy. He dropped to his knees and stayed there, his chest heaving with deep, sucking breaths. He looked around the room like a rabid dog searching for someone to bite. No one said a word. I was scared to move, being within his arms reach, I didn't want to trigger something.

I didn't have to move, his wild eyes locked onto mine.

"They'll kill you!" Gally screamed, spittle flying everywhere.

Thomas had reached forward and grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me further away from Gally.

"The Grievers will kill you all! One every night till it's over!"

I watched, speechless, as Gally staggered to his feet and staggered forwards. Thomas pulled me further into the room, but Gally followed, stumbling forward. Thomas bumped into the dresser, he tried to push me out of the way. Gally's wild rage filled eyes had locked into mine.

He stopped, standing just a few feet in front of Thomas and I. His eyes slid over to Thomas, and then over to Teresa who was standing frozen pressed against the wall. For the first time here she looked terrified. He pointed a bloody finger at her.

"What are you doing here? You're one of them! You shouldn't be here! Traitor!"

His wild eyes slid over to Thomas.

"You," he said with a sneer so pronounced it went past comical to flat-out disturbing.

"It's all your fault! You and your sister!"

Without warning he swung his left hand, forming it into a fist as it came around and crashed into Thomas's ear. He went crashing down to the ground in a yelp. He rounded on me.

"Gally." I said unsure.

"You're bad Charlie! You did so many bad things!" Spit flew from his mouth.

Thomas had scrambled back to his feet as soon as he hit the floor, and pushed Gally away. Gally stumbled backward and crashed into the small desk by the window. The lamp scooted off the side and broke into pieces on the ground.

I jumped forward ready for Gally to retaliate, but he straightened instead, taking everyone in with his mad gaze. Everyone was too stunned to do anything.

"It can't be solved," he said, his voice now quiet and distant, spooky.

"The shuck Maze'll kill all you shanks.... The Grievers'll kill you ... one every night till it's over.... I ... It's better this way...."

His eyes fell to the floor.

"They'll only kill you one a night ... their stupid Variables ..."

His words kept me frozen to the spot, I tried to suppress my fear so I could memorize everything he said. I didn't know what happened to him, but he definitely wasn't in his right mind. He was like...Ben. stung. Gally must have been stung in the Griever tunnle and escaped? Or was he let go?

Newt took a step forward. "Gally, shut your bloody hole! There's a Griever right out the window. Just sit on your butt and be quiet-maybe it'll go away."

Gally looked up, his eyes narrowing.

"You don't get it, Newt. You're too stupid-you've always been too stupid. There's no way out-there's no way to win! They're gonna kill you, all of you-one by one!"