There You Will Find Me Chapter 2
A/N: I'm really starting to like Ghost!Gally. I think I might give him some new ghost friends as well. Maybe even add a romance or two. Some things will stay true to the books but the main plotline will be extremely OOC. Some of the character deaths in the books will happen sooner than they actually did.-MoonlitShadow
Wicked Compound 3:00 a.m.
Gally let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes tiredly realizing that he must've fallen asleep somehow. It was funny to him that even though he was dead he could still sleep. He guessed it was one of the ironies of the entire situation that he had found himself in. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around the lab and saw that things had quieted down a lot since he was last awake. The only lights that shone through the darkness were the ones coming from the screens and the only sounds that were heard were the sounds of his friend's vital signs as they continued to beep letting him know that they had still somehow managed to survive.
He shakily got to his feet and brushed himself off before heading over to the main screen on the large table in front of him. He took a seat at one of the chairs that surrounded it and watched as Thomas and the others slept restlessly amongst the sand dunes. He hadn't a clue how they managed to get any rest when they were fighting for their lives, but then ended up chuckling when he realized that not long ago he had been doing the exact same thing. Their faces were so serene as he watched them huddle together for warmth in what seemed like a cold night.
His eyes scanned over them once, twice, three times making sure that each and every one of them was alive and well. They all seemed to be for now. Letting out a deep breath that had been holding, he leaned back in the plastic chair and looked around the lab. Some of his memories of before the maze had begun to come back to him as he sat somewhat enjoying the quiet. This was the main lab that was near the control rooms. He had been here before many times before he had gone into the maze. He had even watched as Alby spent his very first month alone in the Glade on these very screens. His memories of late nights laughing with the rest of the then lab technicians and soon to be Gladers came back in full force. They had joked about Alby in the Glade and how they soon would be there themselves. They had all been excited about the prospect of being in the experiment. Then again they had all been raised with the sole purpose of doing just that. Being lab rats for a supposed higher cause.
He shook his head and let out a heavy sigh before getting to his feet and deciding that he had had enough of the lab for now. The memories that lingered there haunted him as he made his way out into the deserted hall. He decided to choose a direction and walk aimlessly around the compound until he figured out what he would do next. His worn boots clanked on the cold tiles as he turned down a corridor on the left. He passed more labs, more control rooms, some operating rooms. He remembered that this was where they had spent most of their time before they had become the subjects themselves.
He walked the mazes of hallways for hours until he found himself in one of the resident dormitories sitting on one of the beds watching as the sun slowly began to peek over the horizon. A lot of his memories had returned as he had explored the compound. Memories of working for Wicked, the other Gladers, even his family. All of them seemed a bit useless now that he had made it to the afterlife. His memory of before the earth was destroyed what got him the most though. He could remember what it had looked like with grass, trees, lakes, houses. He could remember it all. And as he stared out the window, the image of the large yellow sun peeking through layers of barbed wire and empty, desolate land pulled at his undead heart as he remembered what it used to be like.
He shook his head at the sight before rising to his feet and making his way out of the dorms. He continued to walk the halls until most of the staff was awake and going about their daily activities. What did he do now? In order to save his friends he had to get to them somehow. And how was he going to do that when they were out in some desert and he was stuck here in the compound? He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to wrack his brain for the answers he desperately needed. He had been officially dead for over 12 hours and he had found that the afterlife wasn't much different from the regular life. His mind and body still worked, yet his heart was gone and there was still a very big, bloody gaping wound in the middle of his chest from where Minho kindly left his spear. He huffed out an annoyed breath as he thought back to the very moment he had died.
He didn't remember the actual act of passing on, but he remembered the feel of the pistol in his hand and the way Thomas and the other's eyes held a fear that shook him to the very core. He was so sure in that moment that he could get away with killing Thomas and then be released from the clutches of Wicked. A crooked smile formed on his lips as he thought of how wrong he was. You could never escape Wicked. Once you were in, that was it. You were in for life. And apparently death in his particular case. It was like the gang from hell. Hell. His brows furrowed momentarily as the thought came to the forefront of his mind. He had killed someone. Wasn't he supposed to be taken away to some eternal fiery land? He shrugged once again not knowing the answer. Maybe this was what hell was. A constant reminder of the life that he now would never get to live.
Tired of debating the meaning of life and death for the moment he looked around and decided that it was time to look for an exit out of this place. If he was going to help Thomas and the others then he needed to get to them first. Pushing himself off the wall, he stalked down the hall and followed the signs until he came across what looked like some type of loading dock. Workers were loading and unloading boxes of equipment and other various items on and off of large ship looking vehicles. Bergs. He suddenly remembered those. It was how Wicked got around in the outside world. He wondered if one of them would be heading towards where Thomas and the others were. Ducking behind a large stack of boxes, he listened carefully to the workers conversations trying to get a clue as to where the Bergs were headed. After a few moments, he sighed heavily and banged his fist hard into one of the boxes realizing that all of these particular Bergs were headed out to the city of Denver. He had no clue if Thomas and his friends were near Denver or not and the sheer fact of not knowing made him begin to get anxious.
He turned and followed the signs back to the main hallways and yet again found himself aimlessly walking in circles as he tried to figure out what his next move would be. If only he knew where Thomas and the others were located. Deciding to check on the Gladers, he headed back to the control rooms and stepped inside surprised to see that it was almost empty except for a girl that looked about his age and two older men that stood in the middle of the room having a conversation. Knowing he had nothing better to do, he listened in as they talked in hushed tones. "Group A is making their way towards Safe House Location A. You two and your group will be dropped off not far from there. Group A should find you in a matter of hours. Remember the plan. If something happens, we'll deal with it. Separate them, lead them. Bring them to the location B and let Group B handle the rest." One of the men that Gally now recognized as Assistant Director Janson said to the other man and the younger girl. The two nodded as the young girl stepped away from the men who had fallen back into a conversation and approached the main screens that showed Thomas and the others just outside of what looked like a destroyed city wasteland. "Let's see what you have in store for us, Thomas." The girl said quietly before Janson called out to her. "Brenda, follow Jorge to the loading docks. You'll be leaving in three hours." He said to her as the girl nodded and followed the two men out of the room.
So the girl and the other man who was apparently named Jorge were on their way to go find Thomas and the others. Gally's eyes lit up with excitement as he quickly followed after them as they made their way down the hall and back to where he saw the Bergs. Janson left the two to go instruct another group of workers, leaving just the girl named Brenda and the man named Jorge alone. "Are you ready for this, Brenda?" Jorge asked as he looked down at the young girl. Brenda nodded firmly and glanced longingly over at one of the Bergs that now made a humming noise letting Gally know that it was beginning to get ready to leave. "I've been cooped up in the medical ward for too long. I've been dying to actually go on a mission with the others." Brenda said as she gave Jorge an excited smile. Jorge nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. "This will be a tough mission. The subjects already are very distrusting. I think you will have the best chance though to get through to subject A1." He said as Brenda nodded in agreement. "A1 seems to need some comfort after so many losses." She said as Gally realized that they were talking about Thomas.
So that was their plan. They were going to send a group of workers to befriend the Gladers and gain their trust. Then they would lead them to only God knows where. Gally shook his head and let out an angry sneer. Of course they would start to appeal to the Glader's emotional sides. They had all but mentally and physically broken them. Why not emotionally torture them as well? He paced back and forth as he waited for Janson to come back give Jorge, Brenda and the group that was heading out final instructions. "Find them. Make them trust you. Get them to where they need to go. Teresa and the others will take it from there. Be safe and remember, Wicked is good." Janson said as everyone repeated the phrase that Gally already knew by heart. From the time that they were born, they had memorized that phrase. Wicked is good. They were taught to believe in this cause with every fiber of their being, and now he was seeing first hand at how wrong it all was.
Wicked was most certainly not good. It had destroyed countless lives and ended many more. It had torn families apart and used the innocence of young children for its own personal gain. Gally knew that long ago he used to believe in finding the supposed cure for the Flare that they were working towards. But now, he saw that if the Flare was indeed still rampant despite all that had happened, there was very little any of them could do about it. Suddenly, an alarm started blaring and then another and another. Janson and the group froze before rushing off towards the main hallway. A couple of technicians met them halfway as they hurriedly filled them in. "Subject A1 has been potentially fatally injured by an unknown assailant." Janson's eyes widened along with Gally's as they rushed into the control room and watched as Thomas fell to the ground with a large bullet wound in his chest. Gally held his breath with the others but let it out slowly when they saw that Thomas was still alive, yet incredibly unstable. Gally looked up at the screens and watched as Newt and the others dragged Thomas away from what looked like a group of three people where one of the held a pistol directed right at them.
Shit. Gally thought as everyone spurred into action. Janson dropped the clipboard he was holding and began to shout orders at the workers who rushed by him. "Get a medic unit out there now! We can't lose him yet!" He yelled as workers ran from the room. Alerts flashed across the screen as Thomas's heart rate accelerated and then dropped. 'Warning: Subject heart rate dropping.' A loud mechanical voice said as the screens all focused in on Thomas was now barely conscious. Gally watched helplessly as Thomas's eyes began to close while Newt and Minho tried desperately to wake him. And then all at once everything and everyone stopped moving. The alerts stopped flashing and Thomas's heart rate became steady once again. Gally noticed it was low for an average person but it was still steady as ever. An amused smirk found its way onto his lips as he watched the baffled workers scurry about. Leave it to Thomas the wonder boy to miraculously survive a supposed fatal gunshot wound.
They all watched as Thomas's eyes blinked open slowly before Newt and Minho shakily helped him to his feet. A small trickle of blood oozed from the wound in his chest, but other than that Gally was surprised to see that he could move and somewhat limp his way over to the rest of the Gladers with the help of Newt and Minho. Shaking his head, he chuckled as Janson and the others looked at one another with relieved expressions. "False alarm, everyone." Janson said calmly as he readjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The workers began adjusting the camera angles and watched as Thomas and the others made their way down the city streets and towards what looked like an abandoned building. "Subjects have reached Safe House Location A ahead of Teresa and the others. Tell the others to stay back as we send a medic unit to the injured subject." Janson said loudly as everyone nodded and the order was issued over the compounds loud speaker. Gally threw his hands up in the air as people began to rush around again. "Unbelievable…" He muttered as he followed a group of technicians back to the Bergs where medics and their equipment were being loaded onto one of the large, black ships. Gally glanced around before making his way onto the Berg. Taking a seat on the cot in the center of the room, he waited as the medics were loaded and the Berg was prepared for takeoff. It was time to go find Thomas and the others and stop more of them from joining him in the afterlife. He took a deep breath and let it out as the Berg's door closed and the ship began to hum. He never had been a very caring person in his regular life but he had found himself to start to really care about Thomas and the others making it out of this alive. As the Berg lifted away from the compound and headed out into the open air, he silently promised himself and the others that he would try his hardest to help them in any way he could.