The Lost Glader || A TMR Fanfiction

Chapter 27 || Deciding Vote

"I nominate that Thomas replaces me as keeper of the runners." I quickly sat up, my eyes widening completely shocked by Minho's proposal. The whole room ignited with clashing opinions, each Keeper talking over each other.

I always thought I was used to Minho saying something ridiculous, but this was to a new extreme. "You must be kidding me..." I mumbled. A glimpse at Thomas expression revealed he was just as baffled as the others arguing throughout the room.

It was a few minutes before Newt finally calmed down the Keepers and all were sitting quietly. "You're going to need and explain that suggestion of yours." Newt said to Minho who sighed, clearly tired of the entire process, but began to back up his proposal.

Gally was especially unhappy about Minho's suggestion and frequently interjected his disapproval, only for Minho to quip right back. The tension kept building, as I scooted to the edge of my seat, expecting things to become physical at any moment.

My wait wasn't much longer, as Gally jumped up stepping into Minho's face, his own becoming redder by the second. "...I'll break your neck right here!" He spat angrily. Minho only laughed, before he shoved Gally to the ground and slammed his foot into his chest as he tried to rise back up.

Winston and Newt hurried to pull Minho off as he sneered down at Gally, telling him off. I hadn't even realized I had stood up in the commotion until I had taken a step forward, pain shooting up through my ankle. Inhaling sharply I fell back in my chair, annoyance creeping into my mind more than pain.

Gally scrambled to his feet, his face flushed red, his expression one of pure fury. His nostrils flared and I was half convinced at any moment smoke would start coming out. Then he stumbled towards the exit, never turning his back to us.

Silence hung in the air, no one daring to speak. "You'll regret that Minho." He hissed before turning to Newt. "I know you hate, you always have. You deserve to be banished for your pathetic inability to lead this group."

I half rose from my chair. I may be crippled, but I could chuck my crutch across the room hitting him in his fat head if I needed to. "Things are going to change." He said and I froze. A memory itched at the back of my mind. As if I should be remembering something, but it just wouldn't come forward. Why did that one sentence hold so much weight to me?

Gally threw the door open and was half way out when he turned back around, his eyes boring into Thomas, seemingly like he wanted to murder him on the spot. "I've seen you before, don't forget that. I've been through the changing."

He looked around, his eyes glaring at each of us, until they burned back at Thomas. "Whatever you came here for, I'm going to stop.... Kill you if I have to." With those words left hanging in the air, he stormed out.

I took a slow breath of Gally-free air, my heart hammering in my chest. "What a drama queen..." I mumbled, although I was significantly downplaying his actions. He had gone crazy, officially.

The Keepers began to discuss what happened, the tension still thick through the meeting room. "Maybe he has a point." Winston said quietly, mostly to himself. "What?" I found myself saying at the same time as Minho.

"In what part of Gally's incoherent ramblings, did you find anything worthy of acknowledging, besides being the standard for crazy?" I scoffed. Winston sighed. "I mean...He's the only one who's been through the Changing. He said the greenie looks familiar... Why would he make that up?"

I shook my head. "Come on! He's an insane person! Anything he says is officially invalid!" I sat back in my chair shaking my head, my dark hair falling over my shoulders. "Can I say something now?" Thomas spoke up for the first time and everyone quieted at once to look at him. Newt shrugged. "Go ahead. This bloody meetin' is already screwed up enough."