Newt x Reader ~Fangirl in the Glade~ *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 33

It's that same woman from my memory. The one that took Newts sister, and tried to take me. I death stare her, trying to catch her eye. She has the same fake smile across her face that she had in my memory. 

Her eyes scan over the group of Gladers. Her eyes eventually fall on me and we make eye contact. I keep staring as she raises an eyebrow. She knows I remember who she is. 'Where is she?' I mouth. But the woman doesn't respond and looks over the group again before addressing everyone. 

"Welcome back," She spoke. "Over two years, and so few dead. Amazing." Oh that's it, crazy lady gonna die. I take a step forward, but Newt grabs my arm and starts talking to the woman. Aw come on dude, let me kill her. I think to myself while looking at Newt. All conversation stopped when the woman pulled the hood off of the boy next to her.

It's Gally. He had clearly been crying. I felt pity for the insane boy. And even more hatred for the stupid chancellor. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Gally reeled his arm back and threw a knife directly at Thomas. I had no time to react. Newts grip on my arm tightened as the blade spun through the air. 

Then there was a blur. Movement. Someone had dove in front of Thomas. I heard a cry as the blade dug into the boys chest.

"CHUCKY!" I screeched, surprised that my voice could be so loud and high. Tears cascaded down my face as his body hit the floor with a sickening thump. Thomas clung onto him and I rushed to their side. "Chucky, please, no." I couldn't control myself. I felt weak. I whirled around. Completely blind with rage. 

I snapped.

My eyes focused on Gally and I ran towards him, screaming. I pushed him to the ground and started punching him with all the strength I had. He didn't fight back. 

"Why? Why'd you do it? I know you're not my real brother, but for a short time you treated me just like a little sister. I hate you. I HATE YOU!" I kept screaming, and hitting, and crying. I didn't care I just let it slip that he's not my brother. I didn't even care if I ended up killing him. Right now the only thing on my mind was Chuck. 

I felt someone grab my arm and two other people help pull me off the defenseless mess of a boy. I kept resisting them, but when I felt Newt wrap his arms around me my anger was replaced by pure sadness. I held onto him and wept. (For those of you who have seen Teen Wolf I'm kind of picturing the scene between Allison and her dad in the hospital when she's crying because of... you know? I'm not gonna say cause I don't want to spoil it) I couldn't stop crying. It wasn't just for Chuck now. It was for everything that happened and everyone we'd lost. I cried for the Gladers. I cried for Newts sister. I cried for our past, now merely a dream compared to what's happened here. I cried for Gally. The boy I just killed in my rage. 

Newt held me tight. He was also crying. I could hear Thomas as he wailed, clinging onto our friends lifeless body. I cried more.