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This chapter is really short ~
"Gally?" Thomas asked. Everyone had their expressions dropped to shock. (Y/n) snapped his head around, clinging to Newt. The surprising Glader had a gun in one hand, tears streaming down his face.
"He's been stung," Teresa informed, holding a hand to Thomas's chest which stopped the boy from stepping forward.
Gally dropped a familiar cylinder, his eyes staring at Thomas. "We can't leave." The gun shakes in his trembling hands. (Y/n) rested his tongue on his bottom lip, his eyes hardening its stare.
"Gally, we're out. We're free."
The infected boy moved his eyes to (Y/n). They moved down to the bloody cloth that wrapped around his thigh. He let out a soft snort, hiding his pain through laughter.
"Free? We're free out there? No. No, there's no escape from this place."
Gally didn't break eye contact. Rising the gun to Thomas. (Y/n) slowly reached into his pant pocket. The boy stifling a sound of pain as he stepped on the wound leg.
"Gally, listen to me... you're not thinking straight. Now, we can help you. Just put down the gun," Thomas pleaded. The knife being held against (Y/n)'s thigh.
"I belong to the Maze. Just like you."
Chuck pulled Thomas behind him. (Y/n) yelled out throwing the knife, falling to the floor. A gunshot pierced the air as everyone gazed at Gally. (Y/n)'s knife wedged into his chest. He gasped for air as (Y/n)'s hands pushed himself off the ground.
"Shit—"
(Y/n) spoke, scrambling to get up. Winston hail his arm over his shoulder and lifted him. (Y/n) felt dread drop in his stomach as his eyes watched Chuck fall to the floor.
Thomas caught the boy, helping him to the floor. Blood started to seep into Chuck's clothes. Thomas trying to keep himself and the boy calm. (Y/n) covered his mouth with his palm.
Everyone watched as Chuck placed his wooden figure into Thomas's hands. Soon, his short breaths grew silent. The butcher placed his hand on Thomas's shoulder, avoiding to look at the dead boy.
Teresa and (Y/n) broke their grief when the door to the outside world slid open. Masked men started to run into the lab. (Y/n) being grabbed first. He shouted, feeling defenceless due to his wound.
The Gladers were pushed out into the world. Their eyes going wide as they looked at desert. Buildings were dismantled, wrecked by the scorching weather. Newt was shoved next to (Y/n), apologising as he knocked the wounded leg.
Newt leaned into the boy, the helicopter door being slid closed. They soon were lifted into the air. Feeling the pressure of being lifted by the helicopter, (Y/n) gripped onto a pole, regretting to look out a window. A man shaking sand out of his hair, pulled down the mask.
"You guys alright?!" He asked over the deafening noise of the blades. "Don't worry, you're safe now!"
Newt gasped softly, leaning over the boy. The group saw the Maze, all of it. All of the twists, the turns. The smoke in the centre from their Glade. Newt turned his attention to (Y/n) who blankly stared at the man. He could tell the brother didn't trust him.
The eyes were squinted slightly, the lips formed a natural frown. His hand gripping the pole tighter.
"Relax Kid," the man said, feeling the gaze of the boy. "Everything's going to change."
