Daughter Of The Glade (A TMR Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Rescued

Madeline felt her heart freeze in fear and icy fingers raced down her back. 
"Gally... we are free. We made it.." Thomas assured him.

"Free?" It didn't work and Gally raised the gun an inch, his hand shaking terribly as tears ran down his cheeks. "We're not free... you don't understand." He said hoarsely.

What had gotten into him? Madeline stepped forward but Thomas instantly slapped a hand against her stomach and pushed her back to where she was standing. This annoyed Madeline but she didn't want to mess with Thomas in a moment like this.

"I'm sorry...you don't understand." Gally murmured, his voice shaking pathetically. He wasn't actually going to shoot right? He wouldn't do that? This wasn't Gally.

Madeline stared at him in awe and confusion. She knew he wouldn't act like this... and cry. Something was suspicious about the entire thing.

"I'm....I'm sorry Thomas." And just like that, Gally pulled the trigger.

It all happened so fast. Madeline screamed but Thomas was nudged out of the way of the line of Gally's shot and a wooden spear was thrown by Minho and it pierced Gally straight in the heart as he shot the gun. Madeline panted softly, her jaw open in shock. That ended insanely quick.

Gally looked down at the spear, his face filled with pain, and the same amount of shock Madeline had, before he fell to his knees and crumpled to the ground. Blood spilled as Gally made contact with the floor and Madeline looked away.

She felt pity for Gally, and something in her heart told her that this wasn't his fault. Madeline was snapped out of her thoughts when Chuck suddenly whimpered.

"Thomas..." He said looking up at the older boy, sadness filling his eyes. Madeline gasped as she looked over and saw blood pouring out of a wound in Chuck's chest. He was the one that got shot. Thomas cried out and caught Chuck as he fell to the ground.

"Chuck! No Please! NO!" Thomas screamed. He held the young, bleeding boy in his arms and laid his head on Chuck's chest. "You can't do this to me! Come on!"

Tears ran from Madeline's eyes as she saw Thomas scream and grip the boy's body. Madeline felt Newt grab her arm and bring her close but it hardly made her feel any better. A string of cuss words that weren't Glader slang, came out of Thomas' mouth as he shook Chuck in his arms, as if Thomas thought that would keep him from dying. Chuck took something out of his shirt and handed it Thomas.

"Here." The boy whispered. It was a wooden carved figuring of a person and Madeline didn't quite understand why he was giving it to Thomas. It was covered in blood and Thomas tried to resist taking the carving.

"No... no please... I..." "Take it." Chuck closed Thomas' fingers around the figuring and gave him a sad smile. His head then slowly dropped into Thomas' hand and he faded. He was gone. Thomas screamed Chuck's name over and over again. Tears ran down the boy's cheeks and Madeline saw him cry for the second time that week.

She felt sobs come out of her mouth and Newt gripped her arm. The sound of Thomas calling for his friend to return to him was enough to make Madeline's heart crack.

Now Thomas understands... Now he knows what it feels like to lose someone and believe it's all their fault.

Two giant metal double doors busted open to the side and men in black armor and loaded guns ran in. The group of Gladers stumbled out of their mourning and Madeline couldn't help but think,What now?

The men came forward, yelling at the group loudly. They grabbed each one of their arms and began to drag them away. Two men grabbed Madeline and yanked her, and Newt's hold on her arm was instantly ripped off. Out of almost instinct it felt like, Madeline screamed out and began to fight the men that taken hold of her.

"Thomas!" She yelled. Thomas began to yell and he grabbed hold of Chuck as a man began to pull Thomas away. Madeline watched him scream and kick, fight and claw, at the two men who were dragging Thomas away. She squinted as she was suddenly pulled outside.

The sun blinded her and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. She stopped fighting the men, and let them carry her away, as she studied the outside around her. It was a desert, and all that Madeline could see around her was the fading Wicked lab and hills of sand, blowing in the harsh wind that smacked Madeline's face. It was a drastic difference from the Glade. She watched as the men holding Thomas tried to reassure him.

"Everything is going to be alright! You're safe now!" Madeline had a hard time believing what they said. As she studied the new world around her, she was pushed into an unidentifiable object but by the piercing loud noise and by a few seconds of observing, she realized she was in a helicopter. She crawled inside it and looked around at all the other boys. They looked tired, beat up, and depressed.

Madeline couldn't say she felt or looked any better. She crawled next to Minho, who scooted over as she approached, to give her room. Thomas was the last one to be thrown into the helicopter. He sat there for a few moments before looking up at his friends, his face and eyes red, and his cheeks soaked with tears. He looked like he could fall over and die at any second.