Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 76//

Gally looked as if he would fall into a bag of bones at any second, I knew for a fact that Wicked had done something to him. And it was horrible.

"Gally?"

Thomas asked, somehow showing care, even though I know he hated him. I looked towards Minho, trying to see if he knew what was going on. But he didn't move his eyes from Gally. No one could, something was wrong.

Gally finally started to speak, and all I got was flashbacks to the day that Alby tried to kill himself in that bed. The way that Gally talked, it sounded like him, his whole meaner looked like him.

"They ... can control me ... I don't-"

His hands came up and started to grab at his own throat, just like Alby. They were doing this to him, just like they did it to Alby. They were making him do this and he was trying to fight back. My heart thrashed in its cage.

"I ... have ... to"

He sounded like he was choking, but as his eyes rolled back in his head. He relaxed, his arms dropped, and his trembling stopped too. His face calmed, as if suddenly the pain he was feeling had stopped.

It was just like Alby. Except he didn't pass out like Alby did. Suddenly realisation hit me in the face, Gally raised his arm to grab something behind him, I saw the silver flicker of light and I felt sick. Gally's eyes shot through Thomas and panic filled me, Chuck looked at me as I turned.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. I tried to warn him, I screamed as loud as I could, trying to move him. My hands coming out to push Thomas's shoulder, like somehow, I could knock him out the way.

"Thomas move, he has a knife!"

I screamed, but the sound of metal flinging through air filled my ears. I was ripped backwards, so hard that I crashed to the floor, I winced in pain, but I couldn't move my eyes from the attack.

I remember someone telling me, that life threatening events happen in slow motion. I had always thought it was a metaphor, but they weren't kidding. Although to the eye it happened quicker than the time allowed in a second.

But it was as if the event played through my head at a slower speed, like my mind didn't register it and had to play it again.

The knife was flying towards Thomas, Newt had pushed me and now his hand flung out to hit Thomas in the chest. A shout coming from someone in the room. But movement came from Thomas's side.

Thomas couldn't move, I saw frantic hands flying to catch the idiot who had thrown himself in front of Thomas. But my stomach knotted, and a scream built up in my throat. Before anyone could even think to do anything. The sound of a wet thunk filled the room.

It was Chuck.

Chuck had thrown himself in the way. I watched with tears stinging in my eyes as he dropped to the floor with a knife sticking out of his chest, he cried in pain and a scream left my mouth. But it wasn't a normal scream, it was a wail, as if I had become a banshee announcing death.

I threw my hands over my ears as my own voice made my head hurt. Visions of a girl I knew now to be my sister filled my head, her dead body, I saw people I don't remember cast dead across the sandy ground. A pile of corpses.

But then as quick as they came they went and I was staring at Chuck again. The scream had ripped my vocal chords to shreds, but I ignored the pain. Chuck's body convulsed on the floor and blood poured out of the cut.

He can't die, no, I promised him he would be ok.

Thomas had screamed his name in terror, so much fear and pain on his face that he made me cry even harder. He collapsed to the ground and pulled Chuck's shaking body into his arms. I couldn't breathe, please tell me this is fake.