||The Maze Runner||Gally fanfic

Chapter 9

You wake up in panic. All the events from the night before scatter through your mind. You start to hyperventalate.

Alby walks in. In a rushed voice he says, "Wake up. We're having a gathering." He hands you your worn out shoes.

"I'm not exactly a keeper, Alby." You say as you slip them on.

"I know. But you haven't been punished for breakin' our number one rule. So we vote on that. After we need to vote on what to do next, and you get a say because you obviously have a connection. Now get up you shank." He sneers.

"Fine."

All the keepers sit in there seats, and it seems so orderly. Each one with a serious face and deep in thought. Next stands up. "Alright, you shuck faces. Let's get this buggin' thing over with."

Newt sits down, and Alby stands up. "OK. Each keeper with recommend what to do with Y/N, for breaking the rules."

The Med- jack keeper stands up. "Well, I think we should let her go this one time."

Zart stands up, wiping off his sweaty face. "We need her. But still order. I vote keep but no food for a day." What? You thought everyone would be on your side... for you know, saving some lives and shuck.

Winston stands up. "I vote banishment."

Gally looks angry. His yells, "No! You can't banish her! If you banish her, I'll -" Alby cuts him off by giving him the death stare. Gally continues. "Listen you shuck faces. You guys have no idea what its like to have been here for so long. We need her. As I was saying before if you-"

Newt glares at him. "You'll get a chance to talk shank. Keep your klunk head mouth shut right now. I'm tired of it."

Winston protests, "you said yourself the rules keeps us bloody alive! If we don't banish her then every shank here will be galloping through the maze thinking its ok!"

Wow. This guy must really not like you, you think as you pull some of the dry grass out of the ground. You need to keep you busy. You want to talk so bad.

"Now let's all just keep calm. This shanks gotta get some punishment. Minho says, annoyed. You just really want to talk. It drives you crazy, them talking about you like that. You almost open your mouth.

You can feel a sour knot in your stomach. What if you do get banished? You'll surely die.

Newt says, "I vote one day in the slammer, no banishment. We need order but we are getting some where, after all the rules keeps us alive." He smirks. "I've been dyin' to choke the creators. If she can get us there, why banish her?"

Mihno clears his throat. "Well, I would normally say banish her. But she did find out some stuff, and she shuckin' saved me and some other slintheads. So I vote with Newt."

You sigh of relief. The slammer doesn't sound that nice, but rather have that then get banished.

Alby looks down in frustration. "Alright, shank. You get off easy.  One day in the slammer, we'all send someone to give you some of Frypan's lunch." He crosses his arms. "Oh yeah, and let's throw Gally in there too. We all forgot that he went in too." Gally blushes and looks at you. There's no emotion, but you can feel his eyes on you. He looks away. He whispers to himself, "Great. A day in the slammer."

You hear some whispering and choas. All this fuss over you? To add to it, you can hear the eerie creeks of the ivy covered maze behind you. Who on the Earth could create such a thing? Oh, that's right. The creators. You feel a slight suspicion.

"I've had enough! Everyone quiet!" Newt orders. "Now we decide what to do next. Its not really a vote anymore. Anyone can talk, but one at a time. Or else." Everything goes silent.

Alby uncrosses his arms. "So, I think that we should get all of our supplies and go. If there's only one Griever, then what's the worry? Thomas already discovered that code."

Frypan says, "what about the Griever hole?"

"They are pretty vicious. And not to mention the fact they say wicked on them." Zart says.

Thomas rolls his eyes. "As a keeper in training, I would like to say something. Don't the creators want us to leave? If we don't leave, somethin' bad is gonna happen."

"He's right." Says Newt. "I don't want nobody to go through the bloody changin' again."

"Yea, and what if its really not just one Griever? What if its one per section, or one per glader? It could mean anything." Minho says suspiciously.

"I've been through the changing. I don't remember much but I don't think you want to go back home." Gally argues.

"We all know you've been through the changing. Haven't been the same since." Newt laughs.

"True. You went physco sometimes. Well, at least till Y/N got here." Thomas throws back. You look down. Why, why your name?

Gally takes a seat. They all do. There is nothing left to do, to say. All the signs, the code, the words, the memories and still no definat  answer. You pick at your finger nails. I want to go home, where ever that is. You think. There's a whole big world out there, and I'm missing it.

No. This can't be the end. These guys have been here for so long, and shuck, you're gonna get out. For them. But how? You concentrate on the fire Alby starts to throw some sticks in. The fire crackles.

"So are ya guys suggestin' we do?" Zart asks.

Without thinking, you say the first thought that pops into your head. "Let's get some of that chemical rain. The one that burns people. And splash it on those shuck grievers."