Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 9 Of 16

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 9 of 16

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Teresa tried to keep a blank face as she heard you screaming in agony, your face twisting and contorting in absolute fear as you were being pumped full of chemicals that made you see and live through horrible things in your mind.

Being put back in the Maze, being eaten alive by Grievers, crushed to death by the changing Maze walls.

All for a cure... 

Though Teresa never told the doctors the one thing that would absolutely break you, shatter your mind into a million pieces, never to be sane again. She couldn’t. Even if she wanted the cure, and the terrifying fear that you went through could be the thing that makes a cure, she couldn’t do it. She loved you as if you were her own sister. It was easier with Minho, not being a relative of his, but it was still hard to watch.

With Ava Paige and Jensen looming over her shoulder, Teresa had to look strong, even if she never felt that way. 

She watched as the enzyme was drained from your body, the possible key to end all the suffering in the world.

You slowly came to consciousness, seeing the same darkness you always saw whenever you were delivered back to your cell after being tortured. Of course, the people at W.C.K.D. never called it torture. It was all for a cure. It was a great privilege doing something so honorable to save the world. Yeah, right...you never had a choice in the first place.

“You look like shit.”

You sat up with a groan. “You should see how you look after your tests, Minho.”

“Oh, I don’t have to, I can feel how bad I must look.” He huffed.

The good people at W.C.K.D. were so kind enough to place you in a cell with your fellow captured friend. So fucking kind...

“To think being Teresa’s cousin they’d give me special treatment...no offense.” 

Minho rolled his eyes, laying back down against his small bed. “None taken. I’d die for just an unsupervised bathroom break so I could take a klunk in peace.” 

“Nice image, Minho...” You sighed, trying to keep your hands from shaking from the repeated trauma you had to endure. “Are you gonna be okay?”

Minho knew he was going to be taken to get those same tests run on him soon. It had been that way ever since you two arrived at the tower. They’d test you first, then him right after. For evil people, they were always on time. “Yeah,” Minho finally answered, “I always am.”

“We’re gonna get out of here, Minho. I promise. We just have to come up with some sort of feasible plan.”

Minho laughed bitterly. “Feasible? What about escaping from here would be feasible?”

You huffed, leaning up against the cold wall. “We have to get out of here...”

And just like clockwork, a few soldiers and doctors came into the cell to grab Minho, and like always, they had to sedate him so he wouldn’t fight. But what you didn’t expect, they brought you out of your cell too.

“What’s going on?”

You got no answer, and you couldn’t fight. You were too weak to fight. So, you had no choice but to allow them to bring you to wherever they were taking you. You weren’t walking down the halls that led to the testing room, so that was good at least.

They walked you into a small room, sitting you down and handcuffing you to the table you were sat at. Quickly, they left you in the room by yourself. You fiddled around with the handcuffs, but you were no locksmith, and you ultimately gave up trying to brute strength your way out of the steel. 

Eventually, you heard the doorknob rattle and you sat up, trying to prepare yourself for whatever was coming through that door.

“Hey, Y/N...” You scowled when you saw Teresa walk through the doorframe, taking a seat across from you. “How are you feeling?” She asked softly.

“Just peachy, no thanks to you, traitor.” You spat.

Teresa sighed. “Please don’t speak to me like that. I’m your family.”

You shook your head. “No, you’re no family of mine. My family was left out in the desert after you betrayed them. No, family wouldn’t betray each other.”

“Y/N...finding a cure is the most important thing right now. No matter the cost. I’m gonna give you something to make you understand that.” 

Teresa approached you with a syringe, and you tried to squirm away, but unable due to your cuffs to the table. “What is that?” You shouted.

“It’ll help you remember. It won’t kill you. It’s the same serum they gave me to remember...although, we made a few changes have been made to make it work faster.”

You thrashed about, not liking the idea of getting poked. “No! No, I don’t need to remember! I don’t want to remember you!” You hissed at her, making her sigh and turn to the door.

She knocked twice, and with that, a couple guards come into the room and forcibly held you down. “No! No!” You fought, but it was no use.

You hissed in pain as you felt the needle entering your skin, the burning of whatever mixed chemicals entering your bloodstream. “It’ll take a minute, you might get a migraine.” She informed.

And just like she said, a migraine hit you. Like a cinder block was just dropped on your head over and over again. Every time a pulse of pain hit, a wave of memories came flooding back like a tsunami.

You remembered.

The Flare taking everyone you loved. Your parents. Your baby sister, who was just born into the world, she didn’t even have a name yet. Having to deal with survivor’s guilt. Your aunt taking you in, her having a daughter of her own. Your cousin. Having to share a room with her due to the small two bedroom apartment they lived in at the time.

All the late night talks about each other. Comforting each other after vicious nightmares. Becoming so close you referred to each other as sister. Helping take care of each other after her mother got sick, and being all each other had left after her mom killed herself, and being taken by W.C.K.D.

Meeting Thomas, and hating him with a fiery passion. You hated that he quickly became Teresa’s best friend. You were jealous. But after seeing the way her eyes lit up every time she talked about him was really why you started to like Thomas, and eventually called him a friend.

You remembered being so lonely after Teresa and Thomas became W.C.K.D. favorites, and you were left alone altogether. Only rarely were you able to see your only kin.

And you remembered being so scared when you were chosen to go into a Maze trial.

“Y/N?” Teresa’s voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I remember now...”

Teresa smiled softly. “Good. Now do you understand why this is so important?”

You teared up. “...yes...”

Teresa grinned hopefully. “I knew you would.”

“We need to find a cure...but this isn’t the way, Teresa.” Her smile quickly turned into a frown. “You can’t keep testing these kids, traumatizing them. It’s not right, you must know that.”

“This is the only way.”

“You haven’t tried other ways!”

“You have no idea how much we tried avoiding testing on kids!” Teresa raised her voice, which she rarely ever did. “We hate hurting these kids! I hate hurting Minho! But we have no other choice. I have no choice. This method is the only way to get what we need to make a cure.”

“Even if it kills all of us? Even if it kills Minho...kills me?”

Teresa stayed silent. “I thought you’d understand...you were so smart, Y/N. They almost chose you to be with Thomas and I. But they thought you could be more useful in the Maze.” Teresa chuckled tearfully. “You weren’t even supposed to go into that Maze, you were scheduled to go to the all girl Maze. But since I knew I was going there, I made it so that you went into the Maze before Thomas.”

“...you did?”

“Yes...I knew you’d be in good hands with Thomas, even if he couldn’t remember who you were.” She paused. “I never wanted you to get hurt. I pulled some strings...you won’t have to share a cell with Minho anymore. You’ll be staying with me.”

Your heart felt like it dropped. “But...what about Minho?”

“It’s different with you since you’re my cousin. I can’t do anything for him, I’m sorry.”

You chuckled bitterly. “No, you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t be torturing him.”

“It’s not-” She sighed. “Please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be. I’m getting you out of that cell, you should be thanking me.”

“Am I still going to be tested?” Teresa didn’t give you an answer, that alone told you all you needed to know. “Wow...so the only difference is that I get to suffer in luxury...thanks a lot...”

“Just don’t fight, okay?”

“Whatever...”

Upon entering Teresa’s apartment, instead of being in awe of how nice and fancy everything was to accommodate you two, your anger just intensified more. Minho was trapped in a cold dark cell while you were here...you definitely didn’t deserve to get special treatment, even though you were still going to be tested on everyday...

You walked to the large window in the living room and gasped softly, you had never seen the city before. You didn’t know how incredible the whole place looked...

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Teresa smiled.

You quickly wiped the look of awe and shock off your face. “It’s alright...”

“Are you really going to keep acting this way? To me?”

“I already told you, just because I have my memories back doesn’t mean I automatically agree with everything you do.” You looked back out to the city. “It would look a lot nicer without the wall...”

Teresa sighed, taking a seat on her couch. “We can’t let the infected inside.”

“And all the people deemed unworthy...right?”

Teresa scowled. “If you went down there, see all the innocent people that are down there, children, you’d agree with having the walls.”

“Oh really? Well, I haven’t been around the city. And I probably won’t. I’ll probably die here before I even step foot outside this place.”

Teresa got up and stormed back over to you. “You’re not going to die, Y/N. I won’t let that happen.”

“But what happens if that’s the only way to make a cure? For one of your little lab rats to suffer a painful death to create the enzyme you need for a cure.”

“Then I’ll make sure it’s not you.” Teresa said, turning back around. “Your room’s this way.”

You sighed, following after her down a small hallway of her home. “A bit different from our previous house, eh?” You said when you saw your own queen sized bed.

“We had to share a twin back then.”

“The things we take for granted...”

“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but...we’re gonna start testing all day from now on.” You snapped your head to look at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry...just get some rest.”

And unfortunately, Teresa was right. 

W.C.K.D. started to test you all day, and it was excruciating. Days starting blurring together again, the pain and exhaustion you felt was unexplainable. But the worse part of it was how little you could differentiate what was real and what was a simulation. Even the nights that you went back to Teresa’s apartment was hard to tell for sure if it was real life.

It was frightening.

Even if you hated Teresa for what she did to the Right Arm, she was one of the only reasons why you weren’t completely insane. When the days got particularly bad, she’d order you to have breaks. She’d have you repeat a set of five numbers, didn’t matter which numbers, forwards and backwards. It helped keep you grounded when things got tough.

Like the situation you were in now. 

You screamed for it all to stop, for all the pain and fear to stop. It was too much to handle.

“Okay, okay, stop!” Teresa shouted, entering through the door. “She needs a break.”

Ava sighed. “Teresa...if you need to remove yourself from here, you should. You can’t let her being your family get in the way of progress.”

Thankfully, Teresa was quick on her toes. “It’s not getting in the way. I’m saying she needs a break because she might run out of the strength that’s keeping her alive. We won’t find a cure if she’s dead.”

Dr. Paige looked to your exhausted and almost dead looking face and sighed. “Alright...let’s wrap it up, give her the day off.”

Teresa nodded gratefully, soon helping the rest of the doctors unhook all the wires and machines attached to you. She noticed how dead inside you looked, and it worried her. You didn’t just need a break, you needed for the experiments to stop, but that wasn’t possible.

Teresa had an idea, most likely the worst idea she’s had and will ever have, but she truly thought it would be somewhat beneficial to your mental state and overall health. Maybe a walk around the city would reignite that strength she saw in you in the beginning of the trials.

Yeah...maybe it wasn’t a bad idea.

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THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN. YOU ARE A CARTOON, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LOOK HOTTER THAN EVERY OTHER MAN ON THIS EARTH !!!

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UGH I can't stop listening to the new AOT Opening! It feels so depressing and devoid of any hope for the future and I LOVE IT

this may sound strange but hear me out — while in the scorch thomas and the crew come across the reader who is a crank whose like full crankified but they’re aware. 👁👄👁 hopefully I make sense but yeah!

Makes sense to me! I think...hopefully I interpreted "self aware" by how (if you've seen Warm Bodies) the main character is a zombie that's aware, but still has those zombie urges an' stuff. That's how I'm writing the reader at least. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Possible trigger warning: being a Crank is v depressing

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How did it come to this?

How did I get here?

My life was fine...it was. I was happyish in the Glade, but then I was stupid enough to follow Thomas. We did escape, but I was left behind. Just another Glader left for dead.

I thought I would die, but unfortunately I’m still here, in a fate worse than death.

I didn’t think I’d get the so called Flare virus, I would’ve hoped I died of natural causes first. But not me, just my fuckin’ luck.

I’m just stuck in this body that doesn’t even feel like my own anymore. I’m not even in control, well, I am, but I can’t control these strong impulses to kill.

I wish I wasn’t here. I wish someone would just kill me and put me out of my misery. Anything would be better than being an uncontrollable monster, even if there’s nothing on the other side.

Please, someone...kill me...

Of course, nobody answered your prayers, you were doomed to roam the Scorch as a Crank.

You walked countless miles across the desert, but when you reached the W.C.K.D. facility, it’s like you had a gut feeling that you shouldn’t go near the building.

But you stayed in the vicinity. You had no idea why. Why would a Crank ever feel compelled to stay near an area they’d never been? Why would a Crank feel the need to wait?

And yet, that gut feeling you had was right. One night, the doors opened and a bunch of familiar faces ran out into the sandstorm.

Even as a Crank, you recognized those kids. They were once your friends. best friends, the only friends you remembered having.

You tried to will yourself not to follow their silhouetted figures running from the facility, but your legs moved with theirs, following them across the yellow sanded desert shrouded in darkness by the night sky.

No, please...I don’t want to hurt them...

Your mind’s plea didn’t connect to your body movements, you were headed right for them and you had no control.

Thomas and the others made it out of W.C.K.D., Teresa leading the boys into an abandoned building out of the sandstorm. They decided to look for any sign of the Right Arm, or just survivors in general.

Thomas and Minho separated from the group to find a light source. But as the boys got closer and closer to the end of the wires they were following, the rotten stench of death filled their nostrils as they walked.

Thomas and Minho only gave each other silent looks of concern as they suddenly heard soft groans coming from across the room they were currently in. And like the brave idiots they are, they stepped forward to take a closer look.

Turning on the generator to light up the building, the two boys almost dropped their flashlights once they realized where the smell was coming from.

You stood at the other side of the room, the only movements they could decipher from you was your heavy labored breathing and the twitching of your hands.

You saw how horrified they looked, seeing you as a monster, you didn’t blame them. You knew you must’ve looked god awful.

You wanted to say something, anything. But you had to focus on not charging at them, so all you could do was stare at them with your cold dead eyes. “Y/N...” Thomas voiced softly.

“I guess we know what happened to her after all.” Minho said grimly.

They had no idea what to do. They’d never come across an actual Crank before, so seeing you that way was awful.

“Can...can you say something?”

“Thomas, this isn’t like what happened to Ben. She’s gone.”

You were starting to lose control again, you itched to run at them, tear them apart with your rotting teeth, rip out their throats...it was an all consuming desire. You let out painful groan.

“Thomas, we should leave. There’s nothing we can do.”

Thomas and Minho screamed out when a loud inhuman screech came from your voice. “We can’t just leave her like this!” 

“Well, we can’t stay and let her kill us!”

You twitched violently, what little control you had left your body and you couldn’t help yourself. You charged forward, quickly tackling Minho to the ground as Thomas looked on in shock.

You felt so helpless as you saw Minho’s terrified and sad face beneath you. You were unrecognizable as you tried to bite his face. In a split second, Minho didn’t know what to do. You were once his friend, how could he even kill you? But thankfully, Thomas quickly sprung into action, kicking you off of Minho and dragging him away, but you pursued.

Your pursuit after your two friends caused a chain reaction of other Cranks to chase after them. You wanted to cry, you were the reason they might be killed. You wished Minho or Thomas would’ve killed you when they had the chance, then maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

After the boys screamed out to the others to run, they all ran to leave the building, but you and your fellow Cranks followed. 

Please, get out of here alive...your mind called out loudly, the plea so loud it echoed in your brain the entire time your body followed the crowd without your permission. You just wanted your friends to make it out safely.

Seeing your friends do a double take when you showed up at the front of the crowd of Cranks, trying to kill them, was heartbreaking for both you and them.

You tried, you tried so hard to stop yourself, but even clawing at Winston wasn’t enough to snap out of it. You clawed into him so roughly that the group pulled you through the door along with him.

You heard everyone talking over each other about what to do, one was crying, one kept encouraging for your second death.

By that point, you were already pulled off Winston, Minho and Frypan holding you back as you tried to claw and bite out of their grasp. You saw Winston’s clawed open stomach...it was all your fault...

You looked up to Thomas, holding a gun that was previously held by Winston.

Do it, Thomas...please.

Thomas help up the pistol with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N...I’m sorry we couldn’t save you.” He whispered, reluctantly squeezing the trigger until a loud shot echoed through everyone’s ears.

Darkness...nothingness...but you felt no pain...

You were finally free...

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Geez, how dark...

Also, sorry, this took way too long to write

BINGUS

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 11 of 16

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it! Basically some fluff that doesn’t further the plot. and maybe some spiciness. 

“Like she kinda spicy, but not too spicy. She’s mild” - Bretman Rock

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Thomas didn’t want to tear you and Gally apart, but if the group was going to save Minho, he needed your help. “Y/N-” Thomas walked up to you.

“Back off, Greenie.” Gally interrupted angrily, tightening his arms around you.

“Gally-”

Gally let go of you to get in Thomas’ face. “No. Thomas. I wanna save Minho too, but I just got Y/N back. Give us some time.” Gally’s face softened. “Please.”

Thomas looked back and forth at the both of you, and sighed. “Okay...okay.”

Gally turned back to you with a shy smile. “Follow me?”

You nodded eagerly, still in shock of everything, but you still followed after him into a separate room from the main church hall.

As soon as the door closed, you were enveloped in another almost bone crushing hug. “I missed you so much.” Gally said softly.

“I think we’ve both made that pretty clear.” You tried to chuckle.

“I could never express it enough.” He pulled away to look at you, and you staring back at him. You thought he still looked as handsome as ever, any baby fat was gone and his jawline was well-defined and shaped perfectly. You couldn’t help the tears that came to your eyes as you admired him. “Hey, hey...it’s okay. Please don’t cry.” Gally caressed your face.

“Sorry, I just-” You sniffled. “I just still can’t believe you’re here. How? How did you survive?”

Gally weakly smiled, bringing you over to some abandoned couch and sat you down. “I was almost dead...but then the Right Arm found me. Saved my life.”

“The Right Arm, we were at one of their camps.” You frowned. “Until Teresa betrayed us.”

Gally shook his head angrily. “Fry told me about that, he also told me about you and her. She was supposed to be your family...”

“Yeah...she thought she was doing the right thing.” You said bitterly, then there was a slight lapse of conversation, the two of you just sitting together in silence. “I never wanted to leave you, Gally...”

“I know.” He took your hand.

“Do you remember anything? From that day?” You asked awkwardly, suddenly remembering what he told you that say, and what he did.

Gally’s face fell, and you wished you hadn’t asked. “No...but I know what I did...I killed Chuck.” He said solemnly. “I don’t remember...but I know.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling the painful memories of that loss resurface. “You were stung, Gal...it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was though!” He snapped. “...I killed him, Y/N.”

You sighed quietly. “W.C.K.D. killed Chuck.” You frowned when he shook his head. “He wouldn’t blame you, you know? And neither do I.”

Gally stared at you in shock, thick tears brimming his eyes and spilling over. “I see his face...every time I close my eyes. I never wanted him to die.” He cried.

You quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a side hug, gently shushing and letting him cry. “I know...I know.”

A few minutes after, Gally settled down, and you wanted to bring up what you’ve been wanting to know for awhile. Maybe it wasn’t the right time. Maybe you’d regret asking. But you had to know. “You told me something that day.” You voiced, gaining his undivided attention. “You told me that...you loved me.”

Gally’s eyes widened, blushing a vibrant red and casting his gaze towards the floor. “I did?” He stuttered.

You smiled nervously. “Yeah, you did.” You took a deep breath. “Did you mean it?”

Gally snapped his gaze back to you, still blushing furiously and his mouth agape. “I, uh, well.” Gally quickly shut his mouth when all he could do was stutter, but he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself while you frowned, thinking that you had gotten your answer.

“It’s okay, Gally. I get it if you don’t feel that way anymore, if you ever did. It has been a while, I suppose.”

Gally shook his head. “No!” He voiced suddenly, causing you to recoil slightly. “Sorry, I-” He huffed. “I’m just no good at this.” He chuckled nervously.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully. “Geez, Gal, just spit it out.” You half joked.

“I love you.” Gally deadpanned, the bluntness of the statement causing your jaw to hang loosely in shock. “I meant it, I might not remember saying it, but I meant it. Hundred percent. And I still love you, I do. I never stopped.”

You blushed at the proclamation, not knowing how to act or respond.

“I just wished I could’ve told you when I was in control...”

You lifted your hand up to your face, your fingers delicately brushing over your lips as you remembered Gally’s lips on yours that day. “You also kissed me.” You grinned goofily.

“Well, I would say I couldn’t help myself because of the venom, but I probably would’ve done it anyway.” He smirked, but he suddenly turned shy again. “Did you...say it back?”

“No...” You said softly, causing Gally to nod and frown. “I never got the chance to. It all happened to fast, I...but I would’ve. I would’ve said it back.”

Gally lifted one of his brows, his smirk finding its way back onto his face. “You can now.”

Your blush came back, and you giggled while trying to hide your face in your hands. Gally quickly reached up and removed your hands, holding onto your wrists as you had nowhere else to look but him.

You smiled softly, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Gally.”

Gally’s smirk dropped, his playfulness making a full stop, his gaze on you turning serious but soft. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” You repeated.

Gally leaned in suddenly, keeping a tight grip on your wrists as he placed his soft lips onto yours with so much passion you nearly saw stars. Now that he was healed from that spear wound, you could feel how much he had to hold back that day.

Gally let go of your wrists only to place one of his hands at the back of your neck, the other at your hip to bring you as close as humanly possible. “I love so much.” Gally whispered in between kisses.

You tried to stifle a moan when Gally slightly bit down on your bottom lip as he pulled away, moving his mouth down your jaw to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin gently.

You had never experienced something like that before. You remembered having a couple partners in the past, but none ever felt as good as Gally felt.

You pulled away a little just to catch a breath. “Gal, the others are literally right outside.”

“So, what? Let them hear.” He leaned back in, but you gently pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his face quickly turning from bliss to concern.

“Nothing! I, uh,” You nervously chuckled. “This is gonna sound silly, but, I don’t want to...you know. I’m, I’m not ready to go so far.”

Gally’s eyes softened, offering a kind smile and placed his hand in yours. “It’s not silly. It’s okay. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Your love for Gally only smiled to increase just from that sentence. “Thank you, Captain.”  

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Kinda wanted to write smut...but I don’t think it would fit in with the story. Sorry my fellow h*rny folks 💁🏻‍♀️