Nepenthe (TMR FF) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 43

{A/N. I cried so hard writing this. I'm not gonna lie, I'm actually still crying. I'm sorry in advance.}

Everyone took a step backward, but I stood my ground, the fear that I had felt before this instantly vanishing. I realised that I wasn't scared of them, nor intimidated. I didn't feel anything but hatred. Roaring hatred. They seemed to noticed that I hadn't step back, and some of them smirked, a knowing look in their eyes, whilst some of them just shook their heads. One even ignored it, scratching his nose. It made me angry that such monsters could do such human like things.

"Who are those people?" Chuck whispered, his voice echoing around the chamber. I clenched my jaw, not daring to speak in fear that I would explode.

"The Creators," Minho said; then he spat on the floor. "I'm gonna break your faces!"

He screamed that last sentence so loud that it almost made me wince, but instead I just scoffed, crossing my arms.

"Wait in line, buddy." I muttered, continuing to glare at them. Why was I so confident all of a sudden? I should be as scared as the other Glader's. What was different?

"What do we do?" Thomas asked, ignoring my previous statement. "What are they waiting on?"

"They've probably revved the Grievers back up," Newt said. "They're probably coming right—"

A slow beeping sound cut him, coming from seemingly everywhere. It was annoying and made my eye twitch. They sure were testing my patience.

"What now?" Chuck asked, not hiding the concern in his voice.

Everyone looked at Thomas, who in turn, looked at me. I held my hands up in defence, shrugging.

"Don't look at me, all I know is that beeping is seriously pissing me off, and I swear to god, if it doesn't stop, I'll—"

I was cut off by a door swinging open, and smirked in satisfaction when the beeping stopped.

"Thanks." I spat, watching as a woman and a boy walked through the door. I had no idea who the woman was, but as the boy stepped into the room, a familiar sensation went through me. My mouth dropped open and tears came to my eyes, despite me trying to stop them.

Gally? I asked in my mind, trying my best to communicate to him. The boy in front of me seemed to twitch, although I couldn't see his expression due to the hoodie that covered his face.

"Welcome back," the woman finally said. "Over two years, and so few dead. Amazing."

I felt something snap inside me and I launched forward, only to be grabbed by Minho, who wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Excuse me?" Newt asked, looking extremely pissed.

I struggled in Minho's grip, but he held on tightly, not letting me escape. Stupid, strong, Shank.

Her eyes scanned the crowd again before falling on Newt. "Everything has gone according to plan, Mr. Newton. Although we expected a few more of you to give up along the way."

Her eyes specifically landed on me, before she reached over to the boy beside her and pulled off his hood. I let out a small whimper when I saw his face, my suspicions confirmed. Gally looked up, his cheeks wet with tears.

Gally, talk to me. Gally what's happening? I pleaded silently, watching as he gave me a once over. His eyes looked at me in desperation, his bottom lip trembling. It broke my heart.

"What's he doing here?" Minho shouted, looking as confused as the rest of the Glader's.

"You're safe now," the woman responded as if she hadn't heard him. "Please, be at ease."