Desire // Gally x Reader

Chapter Four - Reunited

I scowl at them the entire ride. Lorenzo holds my hand, partly for comfort and partly to keep me from causing any trouble. I observe the three men opposite us. Of course, the one with the eery stare, accompanied by one with a raven black buzz cut, who's gaze is almost as fierce, and a final mousy-brown one who seems more interested in us than threatening.

It doesn't take too long for them to get us where they need us. Two taps pulse against my back from the outside, and the boot opens. "Get out," someone orders. Enzo and I exchange a worried glance before scooting to the edge of the compartment and setting our feet on the ground. I look to my side and find Thomas and Brenda doing the same.

One van pulls up more recklessly than the rest, and it shakes violently, grunts seeping through the walls. The door flies open, and a man falls to the ground, but he's unfamiliar to me. Jorge jumps out, grabbing the man by his collar and keeping him down. "Where is she, you son of a bitch?" He shouts in the man's face. His fist flies, hitting the man perfectly on his cheekbone. Brenda rushes forward, grabbing his arm and bringing him to his feet. I chuckle as he immediately drops all feelings of violence at the sight of her face. "Oh, Brenda," he says happily.

"Everybody relaxes," the starer says. "We're all on the same team here." His voice is slightly familiar, but it's distorted due to his face mask. The brown-haired man from my van moves to his side, along with a girl with her face on display. She has beautiful copper hair that flows in effortless waves over her shoulders. I catch myself smiling at her beauty, until my eyes meets her face. She's scowling at me, and all captivating charm is turned into an ugly profile.

"What do you mean the same side? Who the hell are you?" Thomas asks, pushing a guard away from him. We all pause for a few seconds, waiting for the man to reply. Instead, his hand reaches up to his mask. My heart sinks as I recognise the face staring back at me.

It's Gally.

His hair is different, and he's taller, but it is Gally. "Hey, Greenie," he says. My breath hitches in my throat. This can't be real. I have to be imagining it. This isn't possible. I watched him die, I lay with him as the spear drained him of life. He's dead.

All of a sudden, I can feel all eyes on me, well, the eyes of those who knew Gally and I's story. Thomas looks back at me briefly, before running forward and punching him across the face. I can't tell if Thomas got stronger, or Gally wasn't expecting it, because he topples over almost as easy as I would've.

I'm frozen, stuck by the knowledge of his existence. I begin contemplating what I thought of as reality. Is this really happening, or is it just a figment of my imagination?

Thomas straddles him and raises his fist again. I know I should be attempting to stop it, but I can't move. Everything I thought I knew was just ripped from me. I feel a hand rest on my arm, and it breaks me from my trance. "N/n... are you okay?" Lorenzo asks, examining me as I stare blankly down at the boy I once knew. "I'm way too sober for this," I mumble, emotions deluging inside of me. He rubs my arm as I take deep breaths, attempting to keep myself calm.

Newt grabs Thomas' hand before he can throw a second punch. "Stop," he demands. Thomas trembles, arm still in the air. "He shot Y/n," he whispers. I'd almost forgotten about that. How the fuck are we supposed to have that conversation? "Yeah, I know, I remember. I was there too," Newt says. "But I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind."

Thomas jolts out of Newt's grip and jumps to his feet, still staring Gally down. Gally rises to his feet, hands correcting his jaw. "I guess I had that coming. Anyone else? Fry? Newt?" He pauses for a few seconds. "Y/n?" The boy beside him's mouth drops open, and his eyes flick back and forth between us. He must've known about me. My look of bewilderment quickly shifts to rage at what he just said. How dare he speak in such a laid back tone after what has just happened? I take a step forward, because I would quite like to punch him, but Enzo holds me back.