Carry on, Darling Chapter 1
A/N: I had this idea sitting in my brain. I figured it needed to come out. Not sure if it will continue into a full story, but none the less here it is. –MoonlitShadow
Prologue
"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" Gally cried as he watched with tear stained eyes. Fear wracked through his body as he watched the electrodes send yet another shockwave into the young girl's brain. She was the same age as him. It was one of the only things they had in common when they had met. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders as her eyes rolled back into her head again and again as the shocks rocked her tiny frame. "STOP! STOP! I'll do it…Just let her go…" He cried as his heart broke into a thousand pieces. He watched as the girl's limp body fell to the floor along with his heart and his very soul. She was beautiful and she was his. Her small body was still and bloodied on the cold tile floor of the lab as Thomas nodded and closed the manila envelope. "Good choice, Galileo. She should recover from the shocks in a few hours. Hopefully no lasting damage has been done." He said simply as Gally crumpled onto the ground in a fit of tears. It was his fault. She was supposed to be safe with the others. But no, he was the one who had almost gotten her killed tonight. Maybe she was already dead, he didn't know. But the one thing he did know was that the tall, lanky brown haired boy with the piercing brown eyes would pay for what he had done. Gally knew he would forget everything with the swipe. But he knew he'd never forget his face. Or hers. His beautiful Maisie who had taken the punishment for his failures.
He watched as the guards loaded her limp body onto a stretcher and carried her out of the room and away from him for what he knew was the last time. She was gone and she had taken his heart along with her. Gally steeled his expression as he shakily got to his feet. He watched as Thomas fiddled with some controls on the control panels before turning the machine on and letting it warm up with a dull hum. He knew he would lose everything. He had lost everything. Tonight his heart was gone. In its place was a frozen block of ice that he knew could never be penetrated ever again. Never again would he allow someone to pay the price for his actions. And never again would love anyone but her. The tears had dried from his eyes and he stepped forward confidently as he looked Thomas in the eyes. Green met brown as they studied one another. "I will find you. And you will pay." He said simply before he stepped into the machine and lost himself for the second time that night.
End of Prologue
The wind whipped through the Glade as Gally stood at the top of the tree house and looked out over the top of the maze. A storm was coming. He could feel it. He had taken a liking to storms ever since his first night in the Glade. The way they were hell bent on destroying everything in their path appealed to him as he sneered and made his way over to the side of the railing. Another day. Another boy. It was always the same. Today was the day that they would receive the greenie.
But Gally couldn't find it in himself to care as he watched the storm clouds form on the horizon. His mind often travelled places that were supposed to be long forgotten. Her beautiful hair. The way it felt when it slipped beneath his fingers. The way her eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight. He could see it. Every single memory that he had ever had of her circled in his brain like a broken record. She was his and he would always be hers. Forever they were intertwined as a thin string wrapped itself around him and led off to wherever she was now. The days were long and the work was often time tedious, but he worked hard and got through it as best as he could.
But every night, he would see her face once again in his dreams. Her beautiful face. It was the one good thing that he had left after coming to this hellhole. He got to see her even if just for a little while. He felt tears fill his eyes but he willed them away and let out another harsh sneer that was well practiced and often usual for dealing with others. He didn't want others. He wanted her. Only her. But his dreams of them being together always got cut short by the terrible nightmares of the last time he had seen her. Her limp body, the humming noises of the electrodes. He could remember it all. But most of all, he could remember his face. The boy that was responsible for taking her away. The boy that had may have very well ended her life. Thomas. He knew the boy's face like the back of his own hand and he often felt himself get furious at the thought of how he had made him watch as the color as drained out of her already pale skin.
She still was beautiful every time he saw her. Her sweet face. So innocent and unaware of the harsh realities of the world he lived in. He often found himself looking down at his calloused hands and tried to remember what they used to feel like when she had held them. Or what her voice used to sound like as she giggled and laughed when she did. She was his love. His life. And she had made him into the man that he was today. He swore sometimes he could feel her strength and courage as he tried and failed to acclimate himself to this new and foreign life.
Letting his hands fall to his sides, he looked over at the horizon one more time before making his way out of the treehouse and back into the harsh world that he was glad she had never known. Various Glader's called out to him but he waved them off, often becoming annoyed with how little they knew about him and who he really was. If they had only known about her, no. He would never let them have her. She was his. And he was hers. That was the way it would stay until the end of time he reckoned, or whenever his meaningless life ended. Nothing was important anymore. Except her. The memories of her that he had he cherished more than anything. They were his prized possession. Not some object lying about the Glade.
As he made his way over to Box, he found himself pushing the memories away just for now until he could be alone once again. He waited impatiently as the toe of his steel toed boots tapped against the metal grates on either of the Box. This was taking too long. It should've been here by now. But why did he care? It was just another sorry sap being thrown to the wolves in a place that was never meant for children let alone any type of life at all. He looked down at his watch and then over at Newt who caught his eye and nodded. The blonde was often known for many things. But he was kind and a strong leader as they went about their daily lives. He almost pitied the boy for being so kind. This place was no place for kindness. He had come to learn that as soon as he got out of the Box. This was reality and reality was never kind.
A few minutes later, the Box shuddered into place making him let out a huff of annoyance. It was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He had memorized it's schedule. Every time it was same. So why had it been late now? He counted off with the other Keepers before they lifted the metal grates up and over the top of the Box and peered down into the darkness at the bottom. There was a few moments of silence before Newt nudged Alby who rolled his eyes and made his way over to the edge of the Box. "Go get him. Probably klunked himself by now." He said simply as Alby jumped down into the Box without a word. The metal of the Box gave another shudder as Alby's boots hit the rusty bottom. There was another few minutes before they heard him gasp. "What is it, Captain?" Newt said as they all peered over the side to see what the second in command had found. Alby stepped into the dim light of the sun that was fading fast with coming storm and everyone was surprised to see a girl who was tall, thin and blonde with the brightest blue eyes that any of them had ever seen step cautiously into the light with him. "It's a girl." Newt exclaimed as everyone crowded around to see her. Gally felt his heart drop out of his chest as he fell to his knees at the edge of the box. His mouth opened and closed several times before he could form the word. "Maisie?" He rasped out as the girl stepped even more into the light and he saw that she looked exactly the same as when he had last seen her.
Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and her eyes looked up at him with a curious expression. "Maisie, love…." He cried as he jumped into the Box. The girl let out a yelp of surprise and backed away as her eyes filled with fear. It was then that he knew. He had gotten her back only to lose her once again. He stood there as one minute, two, three went by and they stared into each other's eyes. Both were afraid. One of the strange new boy that was looking at her as if she was the most precious gift he had ever received, and one who now knew for certain that she couldn't remember him at all. Newt cleared his throat as he peered down into the Box interrupting Gally's thoughts but by no means making him lose eye contact with her. "Gally do you have something you want to tell us?" He asked as Gally stood there for a moment unsure of what his next move would be. He had already called to her by name. How would be able to backtrack and pretend that he didn't know her at all? His eyes momentarily squeezed shut as he tried to block out the pain of the memories that were forced into the forefront of his mind. Deciding that he had nothing else to lose, he finally opened his eyes and met her clear blue gaze once again. "Her name is Maisie. And she's my wife."