I decided to walk a couple blocks in efforts to find the other gladers. The long alley ways were filled with glass yet no one roamed them. I could here Gally's feet crunching on the glass, from him tagging along. Yet he never said a word. I could tell he was still frustrated, maybe even angry. As I rounded the corner I expected to see more gladers yet the street was empty. It was more trashed than the last. Garbage scattered everywhere and half broken bottles piled near over flowing trash cans. We had passed three narrow alleys with still no sign of any of our friends. As we rounded the corner of the next alley we saw the intersection where the unconscious man was still laying on the ground. That's where Thomas and Minho ran. I thought to myself. Without a word I started crunching down the alley way onto the shards of glass. I didn't bother looking back when Gally spoke.
"I doubt you know where your going." He said flatly. Once I passed the last garbage bin an arm wrapped its self around my neck. My eyes widened and I was paralyzed. I couldn't see my attacker, yet once I started yelling they tightened their grip on my wind pipe. I began elbowing him in the gut as hard as I could. I only got a grunt out of the attacker.
"Gally!" My yell was only a whisper as the air was being cut off from my lungs. This couldn't be Gally could it? I started elbowing him harder at the thought that the man was Gally, or it was the anger that Gally wasn't helping get the person off of me. My attacker spun around so I was facing the way I had come. My vision becoming blurry and blacking out at the edges. The last thing I saw was Gally standing there, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Blackness. How could he do this to me?
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Trapped
Fanfiction2ND BOOK IN THE FALLING SERIES Willow has just gotten out of the maze and now she is trying to take down wicked, but what she doesn't know is that she is digging her way deeper into wicked's hands.
