(Okay but the song "The Man who Sold The World" by David Bowie is so Victor and Paul's song, you should listen to it shawties)
Y/n's Point Of View:
"It was Paul." Victor uttered, looking like the epitome of fragility, like if you touched him he'd break. His appearance scared me more than his words."It was always Paul..." He unfurled his hand to reveal the faulty votes. Every inch of my skin crawled, heart about to explode. It wasn't them. They hadn't betrayed me.
It was Paul.
The other keepers seemed to be stuck in the same stupor. All of us together in the homestead didn't help with the surprise, as typical it would've been for Paul.
"So what do we do now?" I asked, almost at a whisper. Gally laid a hand on my thigh, comforting me.
"We kill him." His voice was scratchy as he raised his head up. "Get rid of him."
"No." Victor protested, looking like a helpless child. "You can't." Gally's hand was gone from my leg in an instant. He shot up out of his chair.
"Watch me." And with that he turned out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The others snapped out of their statue like fixture. All of us trailing after him in a blown out sprint.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." I muttered under my breath as we catapulted ourselves down the hill towards Gally, the run burning up my lungs. I didn't know what Gally was capable of to be honest, not when he was mad. What would've happened if no one stopped him from wailing on Victor the other day. Was he really going to kill him?
The group made it to the slammer, Gally already shouting at Paul through the thin door.
"I'm gonna kill you, you fucking Shank!" He slammed his fist against the door. I flinched at the sickening crack. Dave wasn't there with the keys so Gally was doing the only logical thing he could think of doing.
Break down the door.
"Gally!" Alby's voice boomed. Gally didn't seem to notice him. Alby tugged him away, restraining him in a tight hold. "Stop! You need to stop!" I wanted to do something. I really did. But I couldn't. I stood there with my hand clasped over my mouth, frozen. Watching everyone. Everything.
The other Boys's faces slacked with shock, panicking. Zart still wore an ugly bruise on his cheek. Some were trying to talk some sense into Gally, others were talking shit to Paul. Speaking of Paul, he had joined Gally in shouting. Both of their voices trying to remain victorious, trying to get the last word. I don't know why I did what I did next but it just happened.
I simply walked off, a blank expression set square on my face, ghost ridden eyes and all. I climbed through the brush, each leaf and snap of a twig bringing me closer to the glade's pasture. Filled with a feeling of...nothing.
I felt nothing.
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"Y/n?" It was Newt. I knew he'd probably find me here, I was in his room after all.
"Yeah?" I mumbled without a care in the world, continuing to feed his plant. "Little Lizzie's perking up nicely."
"Yeah..." I heard his footsteps behind me, he sat down next to me. "You alright?" I turned to him, laying my hands together neatly in my lap.
"I'm...great." I said plastering a fake smile. "Feel like a sailor comin' home." Tension warred in my body, my hands shaking uncontrollably.
I wish they would just stop.
"Your boyfriend tried to murder the guy who keeps trying to kill you. It'd worry me if you were okay."
"Uh huh." My voice started to tremble, betraying me. Stupid fucking voice. God dammit. "Where's Gally?"
"Gally's cooled off." Newt placed a hand on my shoulder. "He wanted to look for you, I told him to stay put in the treehouse. He was a real wreck about you disappearing."
"Where's Paul?" A rush of anxiety flooded my senses, pulling me back under. "What's going to happen to him?"
"Don't worry, it's alright. Paul is going to be banished tomorrow. I swear it. Would've done it tonight but the doors already closed."
"You're going to kill him?" I breathed. Did I really want Paul dead?
"The grievers are, not us."
"I never wanted him dead." I laid my head in my hands. "I just wanted him to stop, be nicer. Not be such a bully. Why'd he have to be such a fuckwad and screw things up for everyone?"
"Dunno." Newt wiped his nose with his sleeve. "But I don't think he's gonna stop y/n. He's got a lot of anger."
"Why does he hate me so much?" I asked, a long held sob shuddered out of me. "I don't know what I did for him to want me dead! I don't even want him dead and he still wants to kill me!"
"It's okay. You're gonna be okay y/n. Everything's gonna be fine." Newt wrapped me into a hug. "You're gonna be fine. You're okay. It'll all be okay..."
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Here I was, outside my own treehouse, feeling like a little kid who got in trouble. Gally on the other side. Come on y/n, quit being such a big baby and just go inside. It's not that hard (that's what she said hahaha).
Shit, no. This isn't a time to be fucking joking. Just shut up voice in my head. It's easy. All you gotta do is twist the lock...oh jeez wow you're doing it, the knobs really turning. Oh shit he's gonna be so mad at me for leaving him oh God.
Fuck fuck fuck. Stupid fuck. Why couldn't you do something? Anything?!
The door swung open. Peaking my head in I saw him, laying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. He was all changed and everything, ready for bed. Maybe if I went out now he wouldn't notice me and I could sneak off and move to Mexico. He shot himself up, sitting against the headboard.
"Y/n?" He was going to yell at me and be mad and I wanted to disappear again, go anywhere but here. "You're back." It was like my mouth had been glued shut. Y/n the smart ass had been thrown out the door.
I stepped in slowly, watching his every moment, wary of every twitch in his face. My feet falling softly on the floor I headed over to the corner farthest from him, where my stuff was.
"Hi." I greeted him, almost muted.
"Hey. Where'd you go off to?" He was being calm? This was a surprise.
"I had to go feed a plant." I said pointing aimlessly at the 'plant'
"It was probably better than watching me go crazy huh."
"He did try to murder me, so I don't blame you." Gally stood up at his full height, stalking over to me. Each step making my heart accelerate just a little faster. Then he was right in front of me, the gap between us barely visible.
He looked down, him towering over me. Gally's brows furrowed, analyzing me. He lifted his hand in a loose fist. I flinched before I could stop myself. Fuck. Did I hurt him?
No. If he did catch it he didn't care. His knuckles came down, softly dragging them. He started at my cheekbone, running diagonally to the bottom of my lip.
"Are you scared of me?" His voice was all scratchy, sounding like it did in the morning.
"I-" Couldn't think of anything to say, not chilled with fear anymore instead it was...nervousness.
"I'd never hurt you. Ever." Gally's knuckles that hung to his side remained bruised and purple from God knows what. Still that familiar tingle blossomed across my skin when he drew up the cloth of my shirt. His fingers barely brushing against my flesh. I complied, lifting my arms up as he continued to undress me.
Off went the shirt. Gally held my waist firmly, carrying me over to sit on our bed. He got to his knees, untying my shoelaces. After pulling my socks off he headed upwards to my shorts. He thumbed the button till it popped open, grabbing the belt loops to drag them off.
In complete silence he found my underarms, gently setting me down on the mattress. He got in next to me after snapping the light off. Gally made sure I was all covered up to keep me warm. Then I finally did something.
I found his hand, giving it a warm squeeze.