Gally's eyes raged with insanity; his clothes were torn and tattered. He then dropped to his knees and stayed that way, his chest heaving with each intake of breath. He looked around like a rabid animal searching for an unfortunate soul to bite. No one uttered a single word. A wave of confusion washed over Hazel and she dropped her bow. Was Gally really there in the flesh? Or was he a figment of her imagination? It seemed like the others were thinking the same thing, although most of them were probably hoping it was the latter.

    "They'll kill you!" screamed Gally, breaking the eerie silence, spittle flying everywhere. "The Grievers will kill you all! One every night till it's all over!"
    Hazel watched, speechless, as Gally got to his feet and limped forward. Nobody in the room moved a muscle as they watched, obviously too shocked to do anything. Even Newt stood with his mouth agape.
    Gally stopped, standing about a meter or so in front of the trio -Newt, Thomas and Hazel- and pointed at Thomas with a bloody finger.

    "You." snarled Gally, glaring at Thomas. "This is all your fault!" Without a word of warning, he punched Thomas, his fist colliding into Thomas's ear. Crying out, Thomas fell to the ground; he was more surprised than in pain. He staggered to his feet as soon as he hit the floor. Newt finally snapped out of his daze and punched Gally. Gally stumbled backwards and crashed into the desk by the window, causing the lamp to fall off the table and onto the ground.

   Hazel assumed Gally would retaliate, but he straightened his posture instead, taking everyone in with his mad gaze.
    "It can't be solved." said Gally, his voice now quiet. "The Grievers'll kill you all... One each night till it's all over..." his eyes fell to the ground. "Their stupid Variables."
    Newt stepped forward. "Gally, shut your bloody hole, there's a Griever right outside that window. Just sit your butt down and be quiet, maybe it'll go away."

    Gally looked up, narrowing his eyes at Newt. "You don't get it, Newt. You're too stupid -you've always been too stupid. There's no shucking way out- They're gonna kill all of you, one by one!"
    Screaming that last word, Gally threw himself at the window and started tearing at the wooden boards covering the window. Before anyone could react, Hazel ran towards Gally and grabbed his arm. "Gally, stop!"

    But he'd already ripped one board free, throwing it to the ground, hitting Hazel in the process. Her head collided with the wall and she fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious, blood pooling near a head.
    "Hazel!" exclaimed Thomas, rushing to his little sister's aid.
    "No!" yelled Newt, running foward.
    Gally ripped off the second board just as Newt reached him. He swung it backwards with both hands and it connected with Newt's head, sending him sprawling across the bed as a small spray of blood sprinkled onto the sheets.

    Thomas got to his feet, ready for a fight.
    "Gally!" yelled Thomas. "What are you doing?!"
    The said boy spat on the ground, panting. "You shut your shuck face, Thomas. I know who you are, but I don't care anymore. I can only do what's right."
    Thomas watched, speechless, as Gally ripped the final board off the window. The second the wooden board hit the floor of the room, the glass window shattered into a million pieces.

    Thomas fell to the floor and covered his face, scooting as far away as possible from the now-broken window. When his back hit the bed, he gathered his courage, and looked up. A Griever had squirmed halfway through the destroyed window, it was dangerously close to Hazel, snapping and clawing with it's pincers. Thomas was so scared out of his wits that he didn't notice that everyone in the room had fled to the hallway. Everyone except Newt and Hazel, whom were both unconscious.

    Frozen, Thomas watched as one of the Griever's long, metallic arms reached for Newt's lifeless body. That was all it took for him to overcome his fear. He scrambled to his feet and searched the area around him for a weapon. But all he saw were knives, and they couldn't help him now.
    Then Gally spoke again; the Griever pulled back its arm, as if it needed to stop and observe them. But its body kept trying to squeeze it's way inside.

    "No one ever understood." screamed Gally over the horrible noise of the creature, making its way deeper into the Homestead. "No one ever understood what I saw, what the Changing did to me! Don't go back to the real world, Thomas! You don't... Want... To remember!"
    Gally gave Thomas one last glare, his eyes full of rage; then he turned and dived onto the writhing body of the Griever. Thomas gave a startled shout as he watched every extended arm of the monster immediately retract and clasp onto Gally's limbs. The boy's body engulfed into the creature's squishy flesh.

    Then, with surprising speed, the Griever pushed itself out of the broken window frame and began its descent towards the ground. Thomas ran to the jagged, gaping hole in the Homestead wall and looked down just in time to see the Griever land on the ground and roll across the Glade, Gally's body appearing and disappearing as the thing rolled. The lights of the monster shone brightly, casting a creepy beam of light across the West Door, where the Griever exited into the depths of the Maze.

    Then, seconds later, several other Grievers followed close behind their companion. Thomas slowly began to back away from the window, but something outside caught his eye. A lone figure was sprinting across the courtyard of the Glade towards the exit which the Grievers used. Despite the poor lighting, Thomas immediately realised who it was. He yelled at him to stop, but -he was too late and- his warning fell on deaf ears.
    Minho, running at full speed, disappeared into the Maze.

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