Run

Chapter 15. Call Me Captain Gally

I jumped down the steps of the two flights of stairs, skipping a few every so often. Each step was squeaky and felt as if they were going to break at one point or another.

I wanted to slide down the railing like a total badass but considering this rickety old thing was made by a bunch of teenage boys who aren't as drymatic with their entrances and didn't intend for anybody to sit on it, I chose not to.

Well, except for the last five steps, those I went in the railing for.

Once I got to the door I yanked it open and stepped outside. Everyone had already gotten to work and the runners had already left.

The temperature was about 70 degrees and a small breeze flowed by. The sky blue and the sun warm.

A perfect day as anyone would see it, suspiciously perfect. Just like the Glade, things were subtly off in a weird way. That was just the making of this place.

I strolled off towards the Blood House, passing boys working all over. I felt eyes on me, most to all the boys watching my every move, they're piercing gaze burning into me.

I wished I had a hood on my shirt so I could pull it up over my head.

I started to quicken my pace as I went  going from a stroll to a hurried speed walk. Not noticing where exactly I was going, I ran right into someone.

Looking up it was the same familiar boy with a dreadful smirk and eyebrows, Gally.

I could have sworn he wasn't there before! I thought, All he wants to do is get close to me, REALLY FUCKIN' CLOSE!!

As assumed, he didn't back away. I took a few steps back but he just came forward again.

"Could you please back up? Your making me uncomfortable, Gally!" I snapped.

"You bumped into me. Anyway, I just wanted to give you some advice." He sneered, "If you think it's little ol' Newtie and Alby who are in charge, lemme tell you that's just bull klunk! I run the show here, and if you want, you can call me Captain Gally!"

He seemed proud of his so called, nickname. And because of it I just needed to make a sassy comeback to shoot down his chances.

"All I'm gonna call you is eyebrows, cuz your eyebrows look like they were smacked straight off of Satain's face. Oh, wait! I guess you are the Satain of this place, asshole!" I grinned wickedly.

I quickly hurried around him trying to walk away when he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. His grip so tight I felt like my bones were going to break and the pull so hard it felt as if my arm was going to be ripped out of it's socket.

He spun me around and held onto my shoulder, squeezing it so I couldn't get away. Looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking, he got his face up into nine and I could feel his disgusting hot breath on my neck.

"Now you listen here you little slinthead! You will not disrespect me, nor will you talk back! Now you better get that in your shuck brain or else we'll have problems, got that?" He snarled.

I acted quick on instinct, not really thinking. I looked at him and snapped my head up quick, he got shot backwards. Nothing big but a few feet away from me.

He looked at me, clearly a bit scared because he was pushed back without me even touching him, and my nose bleed justadded the frosting on the cake.

He breathed heavy looking at me like i was a monster, but in a way like he recognized something about me. I could feel my legs shake and my mouth go dry.

I didn't want to be around if he happened to yell I was crazy or for someone to grab me. I rushed over to the Blood House, practically running. I rushed over to the door and went inside closing it behind me.

"Gally knows," I murmured to myself, "He knows what I did to him!"