Author's Note: Welp. It's been awhile since I've written a story, let alone post one. But after going to see the Maze Runner in theaters, I surprisingly fell in love with Gally's character. Not only because the actor who played him is quite attractive, but because I feel like he was a very dimensional character. I tried to find some good fanfics about Gally, but there really isn't many of them out there. So I wrote this not just for myself, but for all the fellow Gally fans out there.
For the story, I decided the plot was going to be a mix of the book and movie. And for the sake of where this story is going to be headed (this story will become M eventually), the age of the Gladers is late teens/early twenties.
I seriously hope you guys like this!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my character
Left, left, right, left, right.
The pathways seemed never ending, confusing, and severely overgrown with vines. Evanna panted lightly as she ran, knowing her time was running short. She couldn't be seen. Not by them. Coming to a four way intersection, the realization hit her hard; she was lost.
Fighting the panic that crept through her, Evanna scanned the paths around her. A dead end, a never ending path, and a path that went down and to the left. Ignoring the first choice, she quickly glanced between her two options. She tried to find any type of familiarity, anything– to guide her back out of the hell she was in.
The sudden sound of scraping walls snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes locked onto the disappearing shadows on the wall. The panic she managed to contain seconds ago came back in full force.
"No no no no no," Evanna mumbled. Kicking into action, she took off down the long straight. Her breathe was harsh, sweat dripped down her face, her braided hair beat against her back in the rhythm of her pace, and her muscles screamed from over exertion.
Right, straight, right, left, left, right, straight, left—
"Is Ben behind you?"
Evanna froze in place as if a bucket of ice was dumped on her. She quickly backed herself into the vine covered wall beside her. Low and silent, she slid her way to the break in the wall. She peered around the edge.
She swiftly snapped back as someone came into view. Evanna covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. The overwhelming power of horror was coursing through her veins. She had never come this close to them –ever. It just never happened.
"He was at one point."
The voices were coming closer. She had to move.
Without a second thought, she turned around and grabbed the vines. She hoisted herself up with as little sound as she could make. She made it halfway up the wall before the unthinkable happened.
-Snap-
An involuntary gasp left Evanna's mouth. Her right foot swung helplessly below her as leaves drifted to the ground.
Silence. "What was that?"
Absolute dread filled her. How stupid could she be?
"Ben? That you?" More silence.
Evanna could barely hear the footsteps over the rushing pulse in her ears. Her grip tightened on the vines, pulling herself as close as possible to try and blend in.
She held her breath. Peering over her shoulder, she watched an Asian boy come around the corner where she had just been. He stopped and looked up and down the passage way. Unease was coming off of him in waves. He took a step forward.
-Crunch-
The boy's head snapped down to his foot. Taking a step back, he looked hard at ground. Evanna could almost hear the gears ticking in his head as he studied the foliage. She stiffened as his head moved to the bottom of the wall she was holding on to. His head started lifting slowly as his eyes scanned the vines.
She couldn't breathe. Everything she had done to stay out of sight was about to be destroyed in a matter of seconds.
Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the passage ways, tearing the boy's eyes away from the vines.
"Sorry about that." A third voice had joined them.
The Asian boy became distracted by the newcomer, leaving Evanna in a stupor among the vines. He disappeared around the corner completely.
"Where the shuck have you been?" "My shoe was untied." "Make sure everything's fine before we take off. We can't have you getting lost in here. It's not safe."
The second voice she heard spoke up, "Let's keep moving; this place is giving me the heebie geebies."
"Newt's right," one of them agreed. "We've already wasted enough shuckin' time here. We need to keep lookin' for an exit." The other two boys gave off verbal grunts of agreement. And soon, the echoes of footsteps began to edge farther away from Evanna.
Suppressing a nervous laugh, Evanna quickly maneuvered herself down the vines. She was ready to set off as her feet hit the ground and get out. But as soon as she turned to continue on the long straight path ahead of her, not more than fifty feet away from her stood the three boys from just moments ago.
Time seemed to freeze. It was if hours passed by before any of them could comprehend just what was happening. She could see the shock outlined clear as day on their faces. And she was sure they could see the look of absolute terror on hers.
All hell broke loose.
Evanna hastily spun around and darted off. The shouts of the boys reached her as they gave chase. Gasps wrenched themselves from her throat as she ran for her life. She didn't pay attention to where her feet carried her; she just needed to get away –and fast. The walls became a single blur as she raced down the pathways, twisting and turning every which way. She could hear the boys were closing in behind her.
Soon, the narrow walls of the maze disappeared as an expansive field opened up in front of her. Direct sunlight blinded Evanna, causing her to slow down in confusion. Coming to a complete stop, her widened eyes took in the site before her. Trees, grass, livestock, wooden buildings in the distance, open sky –all enclosed by four walls of the maze. She stood in shock and awe of her surroundings. But it wasn't complete without the huge wave of horror that washed over her, smothering her to her very core. It was the nightmare she never thought would happen. She was in the Glade.
Panting heavily, she timidly took a few steps back. Evanna turned around, wanting nothing more than to run straight back into the maze; nothing more than to go home. But luck was not on her side.
She came face to face with the flushed faces of the two of the boys that chased her out of the maze. Both of them were bent over, trying to gain back their breath. Evanna could feel the hair stand on the back of her neck as her nerves swam rampantly within her. Her eyes flickered back and forth between them.
"It's okay," the Asian boy (she recognized from earlier) puffed out. "We're not going to hurt you."
The tall blonde next to him spoke up, "My name's Newt and that's Minho. Do you know your name?"
Wariness flashed through her eyes. Of course she knew her name seeing as she wasn't one of them. She was just one of the few casualties to be had on the 'good side' (or at least she was told they were good).
Newt mistook her silence for a 'no'. "It's okay that you don't. Do you have any idea how you ended up in the Maze?" He took a few cautious steps toward her, limping slightly.
She unconsciously stepped back a few steps as they both began to advance. The feeling of being trapped was beginning to seep into her mind. She eyed the opening to the maze behind them. Both boys caught the subtle eye shift.
"If you run, we will chase you," Minho spoke up, warning prevalent in his voice.
Evanna shook her head. "Just let me go back," she said earnestly.
Both of their faces contorted into confusion and incredulity. "If we let you back into the Maze, you'll die! There's no way you'd survive the night!"
If only they knew. Evanna took a quick glance and noticed a small group quickly making their way towards chances of getting out were practically zero but she would hate herself if she didn't at least try. She turned back to Newt, Minho, and her way out, only to find Minho's hand closing over her wrist.
Evanna panicked, lashing out with her free hand and successfully hitting him in the stomach. He doubled over, his grip loosening and giving her the opportunity to yank her wrist away from his grasp.
She took off towards the forest, easily bypassing Newt with his slight limp. She raced down the overgrown field, past the wild flowers and animals. Her legs were straining to keep up the fast pace and her stomach cramped painfully. With the forest coming within reach, a small spark of hope went through Evanna. She'd be able to hide in the trees once she reached the forest. She could avoid any more contact with the Gladers. She could wait in the vegetation till things cooled down before making a break for the maze. So many possibilities flew around in her mind.
All thoughts came to a standstill as Evanna felt something slammed into her, knocking her off her feet. She went down hard, crying out in surprise. Once her head stopped spinning from the impact, she found her face was mushed into the ground and a force keeping her body pinned to the ground. She attempted to move her limbs but whatever (or whoever) was on her did a good job of immobilizing her. It didn't stop her though and she continued to struggle to get away.
"Way to go Gally!" she heard someone say close by.
The guy on her grunted, trying her keep her from moving. "She's definitely a fighter," he said with a moderately deep and slightly scratchy voice.
Evanna felt her arms being gathered from her sides and held together behind her back. The weight of Gally disappeared but a tugging sensation became prevalent on her arms. She was hauled up to her feet, stumbling back into the fellow as she tried to gain her balance.
Stabilizing, she finally took the time to look at those around her. Twenty to thirty people surrounded her, watching her with curiosity and hints of suspicion. If she had to guess, all seemed to be between the ages of 16 and 21. They were all different heights, weights and, ethnicities, but they all had one thing in common; they were all male.
She took a small step forward, trying to create a distance between her the boy behind her. His grip tightened on her wrists in return.
A dark skinned guy finally stepped in front of Evanna. He looked to be one of the oldest of the group, and most likely the leader of the group.
"Ah man," his deep baritone voice surprised her. "This is…" He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, a slight frown covering his features. "…unusual. We've never got people from the maze before, let alone a girl. The name's Alby. D'you remember your name?"
She said nothing. All of them were looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to answer. Damn.
"It's Evanna," she said begrudgingly. She tried to tug on her arms to try and lessen the uncomfortable grip placed upon them, but it only made it worse.
"Well Evanna, it certainly ain't the best place to be stuck in, but welcome to the Glade."
Stuck… The word hit her hard. She didn't want to admit it to herself when she first saw the boys in the maze and she definitely didn't want to admit it then. But life was a bitch and it appeared as if karma was rearing its ugly head.
"D'ya know why you were in the Maze?" Alby's voice broke her train of thought.
She simply looked at him, any trace of emotion absent from her face, but her eyes gave her away. "No." It was half true. Evanna watched as his eyes narrowed as the rest of the boys just looked at each other. Distrust pooled into his dark eyes. She knew she was a terrible liar, but there was no way in hell she was going to tell them anything. She wanted to survive this hell, not perish in it.
"If we were to release your arms, would ya try to run again?" he asked, trying hard to keep a scowl off his face. The grip on her wrists increased even more, becoming a bit painful. Clearly the boy with the death grip on her was not a fan of the idea.
Evanna looked behind her and Gally to the opening to the maze before looking back to Alby. Her face said it all –of course she would.
Alby sighed and shook his head. "Take her to the Slammer. I don't wanna have her goin' back in –it ain't safe."
The crowd around Evanna slowly dispersed, with a few taking second and third glances at her. The grip around her wrists faded as new pressure developed on her upper arm.
"Come on Greenie," the rough voice of Gally said. He started pulling her towards the wooden housing complex. Evanna quietly tagged along side of him feeling emotionally numb. She gave one last glance to the open doors of the maze. "You couldn't get away the first time and no matter how hard you fight, I wouldn't suggest tryin' it again."
"I'm more of a survivor than a fighter," she shot back, not bothering to look at him. He didn't say anything else.
They walked in silence until they came upon 'the Slammer'. To Evanna, it was more of a dirt cave with a barred wooden door and a rusty lock. Gally opened the door and all but shoved her in. She stumbled in, hitting the floor on her hands and knees. By the time she rotated back to the entrance, Gally had already locked her in and was gone. Sighing, she leaned back against the cold dirt wall, resting her arms on her knees. She silently listened to the noise that drifted from the Glade, watching the clouds pass by in the sky.
Evanna didn't know how long she sat there in silence, but the scrapping of the doors closing caught her attention. If she had any hope left, that was the moment it was crushed. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head back against the wall, letting an old memory crawl into her mind.
'So what happens if something happened and I came across one of those from the Glade?'
'You'll still have a way out as long as you're not caught. But if you are… well, let's just say you'll lose everything.'
