A one-shot for lokilokiodinson!
A Gally one and warning: a bit (maybe) of angst so read carefully.

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"Glader down at 4 o'clock, Syrah!" Thomas, the dark-haired boy who was the brother of the youngest Med-Jack, shouted.

Screams and grunts echoed in the enclosed corridor. Wheezing and whirring of mechanical limbs collided with cries of pain and frustrated growls of the Gladers. They were almost outside the maze, if it wasn't for the shucking door that wouldn't budge open. It smelled of blood and Syrah had to look away every time one of her friends get torn apart by those monsters.

She scrambled to the sides. A pool of blood was already beneath her feet when she got close. She had to suppress the bile threatening to fill her mouth. Instead, she breathed deeply and focused her attention on the bleeding boy. Though it was more impossible than she thought when she recognized who it was. Theo, her boyfriend's somewhat best friend in the Glade. Her boyfriend, Gally, who didn't come with them for fear of the outside. The destruction of the world was too much for him to handle so he let her go with a final parting kiss on the Deadheads.

With shaking hands, she tore the boy's shirt just above his chest. The thoughts of Gally now gone from her mind as she noticed the big gash on his abdomen. Gasping, she skipped cleaning his wounds but rather wrapped the cloth around him to stop the bleeding.

"Can you stand?" she asked and the boy nodded. She pulled him up and dragged him towards the hole where Teresa and Chuck were trying to decode the password. They barely avoided a Griever's attack, and Syrah couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Thomas looked back at her. His hands were preoccupied by an angry Griever. She knew that if this went on, it would be the cause of their deaths. She looked back at the two Gladers, and with a strain on her voice, yelled, "Chuck! Come here!"

The boy waddled to her and she put Theo's arm around him. She got up and went to Teresa's side. "What's the hold up?" she half-yelled, agitation lacing her voice. The raven snapped her head to her, eyes were angry and anxious. Both of them were well-aware of the impending deaths they would meet if the goddamn door wouldn't budge open.

"I don't know the password!" Teresa said.

Syrah looked at the floating numbers. It was supposedly an eight-combination code that neither Teresa nor Chuck was aware of. "Eight numbers. Eight. What the bloody hell!" she screamed frustrated.

"I can't- I don't want to put anything." Teresa stared at her helplessly and Syrah's gaze went back to the boys. Voices of agony filled her ears and she badly wanted to crawl and cry her eyes out until everything was over. But she knew she couldn't give up now. Not when they were so close to escaping the Maze. The freedom from the eight sections lay behind the goddamn door.

Eight sections. Sections that opened like clockwork everyday! That was it!

Syrah yelled for Minho as an idea popped in her head. "Minho! What's the sequence of the sections?!"

"The what?" Minho yelled back as he ducked when a mechanical limb came crashing down beside him.

"The sequence of the eight sections! In the maze!"

"Oh!" Minho had the audacity to smile and peered at her under black lashes. "Seven. One. Five..."

Teresa came into action and punched the numbers. Syrah stepped forward to help Chuck carry Theo. She observed the scene carefully until her attention landed on Minho again. The boy was fighting off two Grievers and when he shouted the last number, one of the limb of the Griever hit him, making him fall twenty-feet away.

"Minho!" her brother screamed and went to aid the boy.

The humming of the door as it opened indicated their liberation from the Creators. The boys, now half in number, shouted happily as they went inside the dark corridor. The Grievers automatically shutting down as it fully unlocked, giving them a time to catch up their breath and enjoy their little victory. Syrah couldn't help but weep a bit especially when Thomas arms wrapped around her, murmuring words of comfort like, "We're going to be okay."

The Gladers stood side by side and with a last fleeting look in the maze, headed downwards the dimly-lit hall.

After what seemed like an hour, they arrived at a metal door that said, "Exit." Frypan even made a joke about it that put on a smile on everyone's faces. Though if Syrah was being honest, her heart thumped loudly against her ribcage that she was afraid it would break. Thomas squeezed her shoulder as he noticed the anxiety welling up on her being and held her hand as they entered.

What they saw popped the balloon of happiness that everyone was carrying around like it was their birthday.

Dead bodies clattered around. Broken glasses laid on the ground while cut wires sparked in every corner. Blood stained the immaculate white floors and walls, seeming like a massacre straight from a murder book. They scattered to check the computers, her following Thomas, afraid that something would jump out any moment.

He held her hand as they maneuvered across the room to a computer system that seemed to be working. It showed the inside of the Glade and her stomach lurched. She became nauseous at the fact that they were watching them. They saw their friends died and did nothing. With a heavy breath, she touched a key and they stepped back when a holographic screen came out of nowhere.

It showed a blond woman dressed in a white lab coat. The background showed more people doing their own business, probably the same people who were now lying dead on the floor. The sound caught everyone's attention so they all huddled together at the screen.

"Hello. My name is Dr. Ava Paige. I'm the Director of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department..." Syrah's frown deepened as she realized that WCKD was an abbreviation, and it led to the conclusion that they were indeed put in the Maze by these monsters. The woman's voice was drowned out of her mind as thoughts after thoughts came barreling like a freight train.

She remembered Gally. His brown eyes that were always welcoming. His smile that warmed the deepest of her heart. Even his voice that soothed her nerves perfectly, without fail. She missed Gally and she wanted to come back to him, to hold him again. But as she looked back to Thomas, she gulped. She couldn't choose between family and love because for her, these two things were one and the same. However, she knew very well that the boys have bad blood and she desperately needed someone to assure her that everything will indeed be okay.

Her eyes went back to the video when she heard something intriguing. "We called it the Flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent. Unpredictable... incurable. Or so we thought. In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus."

She dreaded the next words that would leave the blonde. Her fists clenched and unclenched as the realization kicking her in the gut once again. They were mere experiments. Their lives only matter for the possibility of a cure. She didn't know what to do with this information but rather hoped that she could go back in time and keep both Gally and Thomas away from that shithole.

A surprised gasp escaped her lips when a resonating bang erupted. The blonde shot herself point black and fell down. She noticed Thomas looked at one side of the room where a familiar woman laid dead. She was scared, and angry, and just plain frustrated. They needed to get out of there before anything happens.

"Thomas, we need to get out of here. Now." Her voice was quivering as she held on his arms. Her brother nodded and gave her a brief hug. They were about to step away when a calm voice echoed in the room.

"No."

Without looking behind her, Syrah knew who it was. The voice was the same one that sang her lullabies every night in the Maze, and was the one who seemed like had an unlimited supply of sweet nothings. It was Gally. The boy she loved so dearly.

Slowly, she turned around and a sob broke out when she saw him pointing a gun at them. He looked distraught, a bit out of his mind, and there was just something eerily wrong with her love.

"He's been stung," Frypan and Winston said simultaneously.

"We can't leave," Gally said, his voice breaking at the end.

Syrah and Thomas stepped forward. Her hands were cautiously reaching out to him. "Gally, listen to me. We got out. We're free."

"Free? You think we're free out there?" He shook his head wildly. "No. There's no escape from this place."

"Gally, listen. You're not thinking straight." It was Thomas who spoke and walked closer to the boy. Though every step he took forwards, Gally would step back twice. "We can help you, Gally. Just put down the gun."

"Thomas, please. Don't do anything to hurt him," Syrah begged her brother when she went beside him. Her voice small and Thomas looked curiously at her. "I love him, Tom. Please. Do something."

"What?" Thomas snapped but dismissed himself from saying something. "Okay, okay. I'll do something. Just calm down, Syrah. We're all going to be okay-"

"No, we're not." Gally peeked at Syrah, his eyes were foreign to her that for the first time since she knew him, she was afraid of the boy. "I belong to the maze."

"No, Gally! We don't!" Syrah replied, hopeless. She was crying and the exhaustion and pain now registered clearly in her body. "Gally, please. Sunshine, just... drop the gun.."

"We all belong to the maze." And with that, he shot the gun which was pointed to Thomas. Without blinking, Syrah used herself as a shield and she felt the bullet pierced through her chest. But the pain that washed over her as she watched a wooden spear stabbed Gally could not compare to anything that she felt. Suddenly, the light that was nowhere to be seen came back to his brown orbs and she choked as he ended up kneeling.

"Gal," she whispered as she fell down. Thomas successfully caught her fall and burst into hysterics.

"No, no. Syrah. Syrah, sweetie, look at me. Look at me, Sy," Thomas said repeatedly but she wasn't listening. Her eyes trained to the boy who was also staring back at her.

The people were blocked out but Gally. "I'm sorry," he spurted out. "I'm so sorry, Syrah."

Tears came crashing down Gally's face as he watched her smile. His hand was holding the spear on his chest and was trying his best to crawl towards the girl. The realization of what he did dawned on him. The sound of the shot was still ringing in his head and he couldn't believe that he killed her. He killed the love of his life. His star against the dark of the night. And Syrah watched him. She could clearly see the pain in his eye. The silent agony that wanted to escape his lips but couldn't. The way his tears flew like a waterfall down his pale face.

She turned to her brother. "I love you, brother. Thank you for everything."

"Syrah, no!" He held her hands on his. His clasp tight, afraid to let her go for the fear that he would clearly see the life leave her sister's eyes. "Remember when you promised me that we would get out of here?"

"Yes. And we did, Tom. I'm so proud of you." She smiled weakly, her breath came out as gasps. She felt Gally's presence on her side and she chuckled. "Gally and I are together-"

"No, no. Don't speak. Save your energy. We'll get you fix, alright?"

"Thomas. Listen to me, okay? I love you, but I love Gally too. So, before I die, I need you to promise me one thing." She clasped Gally's hand and put it over her heart. "Forgive Gally. For me, brother."

Teresa and Minho pulled Thomas away from her. The girl embraced him and let him cry on her shoulder. The incoming was too hard to accept so he cried.

Gally, wheezing his remaining breaths, held her face. "Sweetheart, stay. Don't leave me, please. I love you. I'm so sorry. I didn't know-"

She cut him off with a kiss. It lasted for five seconds before she pulled back. The shadow of death lingering just outside her front door, waiting for her to go outside so it could bring her over to somewhere more peaceful. With these things in mind, she felt less envious of the living.

"I love you, Gally." And with a final smile, she closed her eyes to never open it again.