HAPPY EASTER! It's Easter today, so I thought I'd take advantage of that and type up this cute little chappie! Enjoy!
Reviews:
Sydney: Thanks! Glad you liked it! I tried to do something a bit different with that chapter and I'm pretty happy with it.
Jessinia: Ooh interesting. If I do end up doing it, I'm not sure it'll be an elevator cause I want to keep this story as realistic as possible, but I'm sure he could find it elsewhere. Thanks for the suggestion!
thepandabella: Thanks for the compliment! I've honestly never written anything from Group B before, or any of those characters, but I can look into it. Thanks for reviewing!
Gally slunk around the glade. The moon had just reached its peak in the sky, shining with such gentle ferocity one might've mistaken it for day. Perfect.
He clutched his package tightly, wrinkling the brown paper. He had requested it, like he did every year, from the Box. And like every year, it had come. No one knew what it was. No one could know.
Ever.
Gally didn't usually like to show how much he cared for his fellow Gladers. But sometimes he liked to surprise them, even if they didn't know it was him. He scurried to the edge of the tree line, invisible from the Homestead. Most of the Gladers had huddled there tonight. It was cooler than usual, but Gally found it energizing.
He tore open the paper, carefully hiding the scraps in small holes.
Yes.
Perfect.
He gazed lovingly at his loot. One hundred white, plastic eggs. And some paint. He got to work immediately. Gally didn't have a brush, nor had the creators provided one, so he dipped his fingers into the colors.
He tried to paint little patterns and designs, but most of the eggs were painted one solid color. He didn't quite have all night. He grinned softly as he worked, a part of him wishing that he'd be recognized for his efforts.
But that would be humiliating. An insult to his reputation, to which he was a slave. So Gally bottled his whims and kept painting until each egg was shiny and perfect and dry. Then came the easy part.
He dug around in the package with rainbow-colored hands. At the bottom, were three small bags of candy, one for every egg. Not all of them were good, in fact, most of them weren't. But he was grateful nonetheless that the creators had spared them simply for his little deed.
He wondered if he'd done this before, in his forgotten life. He figured he must have, for why else would he feel such a strong urge to surprise the Gladers with the treats? Maybe he'd had siblings. Gally wished he had a little sister.
But there were no girls in the Glade and the youngest member, Chuck, was still about thirteen. Older than what Gally wanted. He finished packing the sweets into the eggs and wiped his hands in the grass. Thankfully, the paint was already coming off. He didn't want anyone in the morning finding out what he'd done.
He smiled, standing up with the eggs tucked in his pockets and hands. This was always his favorite part.
With a deep breath, Gally bounded across the emerald grass, dropping eggs as he went. He placed some in Frypan's kitchen, red and orange. The chef's two favorite colors.
Then some in the blood house, away from the greedy animals. He snuck some into a few tree hollows and placed three, very obvious ones near the map room.
Gally grinned. Minho loved chocolate. Then he was running again, careful not to make too much noise. He placed some in the bathrooms and some in the farm. Then he stopped. There was one place left.
He still had about fifteen eggs. With ninja stealth he crept up to the Homestead. Everyone was still sleeping. Good. But he couldn't have long left.
Gally slipped inside, tiptoeing around the snoring boys. He placed seven eggs around the boys, nearest to Newt and Alby. Then he started upstairs, the steps slightly groaning. Someone shifted audibly. Gally froze, heart pounding. His vision focused on Chuck, who was twitching around. He waited with baited breath for any flicker of his eyes. Chuck settled down with a sigh, rolling onto his side.
Gally could have collapsed in relief. He wiped the sweat from his hands and simply arranged the last of the eggs on the steps, scared to climb any higher. He grinned with more elation than he'd felt in a long time. He was done.
Silently wishing everyone a happy Easter, he lay down to sleep on the hard wooden floors of the Homestead.
"What the shuck?!" A startled cry woke most of the Gladers up. Gally opened his eyes wearily. Early morning light filtered in through the crude windows. Alby was pointing to a bright blue egg, complete with a yellow smiley face.
Yes, Gally thought, it's starting!
"Shuck, it happened again," Newt said, looking perplexed. He picked up his own egg, purple with green dots. He opened it up and a tiny chocolate fell out.
Now all the Gladers were joining in, pointing at various eggs with surprise.
"Look! There's some on the steps!" Gally cried out.
"And here!" Another Glader answered his call.
"It's the Easter Bunny!" A high pitched voice rang out. Everyone looked at Chuck, who was holding up an egg like a trophy. Gally snickered. He was still so naïve.
"It must be!" He continued excitedly, "He came!"
"No he didn't," Gally rolled his eyes, "'Cause he doesn't exist. It's just some shank who goes around every year handing out eggs full of klunk."
"Shuck off Gally," Newt said, "Let the greenie have his fun. Just 'cause you don't like Easter doesn't mean you have to bloody ruin it for everyone else."
Alby nodded in agreement.
"Wish whichever one of you it is would speak up though," He addressed the Gladers. They shrugged.
Gally barely concealed his grin. He forced his face into a neutral expression, bouncing on his heels.
"Guess we have to go on an egg hunt too," He said as sarcastically as he could.
"That's perfect!" Chuck shouted. He stood up, eyes glittering with glee. His curls bobbed on his head and Gally's mouth twitched upward.
Everyone looked to Alby and Newt. They both shrugged.
"You heard the kid," Alby said. And with childish excitement the Gladers all bounded outside. Squeals of delight were heard as they uncovered Gally's eggs. Some came back in to snoop around upstairs.
Even Newt joined the fun, though he tried to be nonchalant about it. Gally just sat and enjoyed it. No one ever liked to admit they needed a break, but Gally knew it just the same.
And he had helped them escape for a few hours. He walked out into the sun, rolling a small egg in between his fingers. Alby sidled up beside him.
"Found one," Gally sneered.
Alby chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"If you're just going to stand here and moan you might as well go be useful," He said. Gally sighed dramatically. But Alby winked just before walking away.
"Get to work Easter Bunny."
And that was my first Gally story! Yay! I actually kind of hated Gally in the books. But I liked him more after the movie. Probably cause of Will Poulter! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Happy Easter, and if you don't celebrate Easter, Happy Holiday!
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