Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Three - Galileo

◇◆Gally's POV◆◇

"Ouch!" My own voice takes me by surprise as a large needle extracts itself from my painfully tense arm. Instantly, a burning sensation settles in my chest, aching and throbbing, but I can't remember why. A high-pitched clang shoots through my ears as the needle's placed in some unsanitary metal bowl. I lift my gaze to find the person who'd placed it in my arm. He looks like a shank.

His hair is jet-black and cut in an almost balding buzz cut. His eyes are the colour of dark chocolate, blending just too perfectly with his pupils that it looks almost suspicious. He has a sharp jawline and a cracked front tooth that only appears when he shifts the flimsy wooden pick that's resting on his lips. His face is adorned with piercings, shiny and silver. I don't like him. I don't know why, I just don't.

"Morning princess." He jeers, a light chuckle escaping his lips. Princess? What the hell. I can feel my brows furrow deeply, and my lips scrunch together. "Calm down, it was just a joke. Jesus, you have a deadly stare man." His voice is deep, but crispy, like he smoked a few too many cigars. I stay silent. Who is this guy?

"Where am I?" I ask, my memory still hazy. My head throbbed in an aching rhythm, every beat a hammering blow against my skull. The last thing I remembered... the escape, the chaos, the spear soaring into my chest. I know there was more, something important that I'm missing, but it's just out of my grasp. A dull ache pulsed in my chest, a constant reminder of the unfinished puzzle of events that remained maddeningly out of reach.

I expected a reply in under two seconds, but he doesn't meet my request. I attempt to sit up, and feel two strong arms grip my shoulders, trying to both stop me and steady me. I flinched, the sharp movement sending yet another searing jolt of pain through my chest, mocking me. A harsh laugh grated in my ears.

"Easy there," the gruff voice said. "You're safe here, well, as safe as anyone is in this fucked up world." Two more figures appeared behind him. A guy, with arms like tree trunks, dirt brown floppy hair and eyes that flickered between me and, other places on my body, offered a lopsided grin. The final one, a shorter boy with a mess of bleached wheat hair and a quiet demeanour, frown lines etched carefully onto his young face.

"Finally awake!" Chirped the smile-wielding boy. "Welcome to the rebellion!"

"Rebellion?" I croaked, my voice rusty from disuse. Everything after that was a blur of unfamiliar names and words. "Did he hit his head or something?" He continues, turning his body towards the taller boy. "He's an immune." The boy replied bluntly, still flicking the splinter of wood between his teeth.

"No way, really? I heard we'd picked up someone new, but I had no idea we were getting an immune." Floppy hair exclaimed, excitement growing on his face. Were they talking about me? If so, what am I immune from? He extends one of his grubby hands towards me, and I take it in mine, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Valentino. Has Chris given you the run down yet?" He asks, and I shake my head, severely confused.

"Of course he hasn't." He grumbles, to which the grumpy one replies, "he only just woke up!"

"Right, well, I guess I'll do it then. You're at the compound. In a bit, I'll show you your room, give you the tour and introduce you to Lawrence, but he isn't ready for you yet. This," he gestures towards the stern boy with the needle, "Is Christopher. He's gonna handle most of the fighting shit for us. And this is Minx." He scrunches the quiet boys hair, earning an unimpressed scowl.

Minx simply offered me a small nod, his gaze still fixed on the extremely talkative Valentino. "Now, what's your name." He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Thankfully, that memory decided to stay. "Gal-" I begin but cut myself off. Something about saying the name 'Gally' out loud sounded wrong and painful, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"What? Is it a hard one? You can pick a new one if you want but make it good. You don't get to pick again." Christopher grunts, turning and placing the bowl with the needle, now filled with a substance that I assume is my blood, on a tall shelf. "Galileo. My name is Galileo."

"That's a long one. Mind if we just call you Gale?" I shrug. Doesn't matter too much. "Great. Let's get you settled." Valentino said, surprisingly hoisting me up and slinging my arm over his broad shoulder. The movement sent another sharp ripple through my body, but I made sure not to show it.

I removed myself from his grasp, taking a step to the side, determined to walk by myself. Christopher raised his eyebrows towards Minx, who in return, offered a small smile. We move through long corridors, each with rails and windows that lead to large downward staircases and some sort of dining hall. Rows of tables are full with diverse groups of people, all chatting and eating as though everything was right and just in the world.

They lead me to a large metal door with a bar above it, presumably so it can slide across. Down the hallway I spy about 15 others, all the exact same. "This is your room, treat it well." Christopher says, pushing me in and shutting my door behind me.

Inside, there's a large bolt to keep the door locked, but I don't feel the need for full privacy right now. The room reminds me of a prison cell, but the familiar minimalism of a plain bed and desk offers me a comforting memory of my room back in the Glade. I take a seat sideways on the bed, my hands placed carefully in my lap. I lift my dark grey shirt and see a large bandage wrapped tightly across my torso.

I lay back on the rough bed, flicking a strand of hair from my face. Suddenly, everything, all my memories, come flooding back, and a sickening feeling nestles itself in my stomach as I remember.

A/N: This is the first of Gally's POVs and honestly I hate it but oh well! Please, please, PLEASE leave some ideas here on what should happen until they get the others from Denver cause I don't have enough ideas to supply for a full novel x