my maze runner (Gally x Reader, Newtmas)

frank the crank

I sat in the passenger seat, while Frypan was driving and Newt and Thomas sat in the back, holding hands as per usual. We drove for a while, before stopping in front of a dark tunnel ahead of us. We all walked out of the car, the map in my hands as I looked down at it.

"You want us to go in there?" Newt questioned me, and got no answer. I walked up beside him, Thomas on the other side of me and Frypan on the other side of Newt. "I don't wanna come across too negative, but if I was a Crank, that's exactly where I would be." Newt commented.

Thomas glanced at the tunnel ahead, then back down at the map. "I don't think we have much of a choice." It was silent as we all looked at the dark tunnel a couple of feet away from us. "Alright. I get shotgun." Newt said before walking back to the car, leaving Thomas, Fry, and I.

The three of us glance at each other before joining Newt in the jeep, me now sitting in the back with Thomas. Frypan started driving into the tunnel, turning on the headlights as we turned on our flashlights. "Well, here we go." Frypan muttered to himself. We all glanced around with our flashlights, looking at the abandoned vehicles laying around. "Just take it nice and slow." Newt calmly spoke. We drove slowly for a couple more seconds before Frypan hit the breaks. "Woah, woah, woah." Newt muttered.

We all looked ahead and through the window, revealing a Crank standing there, a couple of feet away, twitching slightly. Both boys glanced back at us, staring at me in question. "It's okay." Thomas assured. "It's just one." I nodded in agreement. "So take it slow, go around him. We'll be fine."

"Take it slow." Frypan repeated. "Take it slow." As I continued to look ahead at the Crank in front of us, I felt Thomas jump towards me, frantically wrapping his arms around me. I snapped my head to him, following his gaze, seeing a woman outside the jeep, glancing between Thomas and me with wide eyes.

"Please." Her muffled voice spoke. I watched as her hands went to the handle, trying to open the door. Fortunately, it was locked. "Help me. Please." Hearing a bang behind me, quickly snapping my head to the other window, I saw a man scratching at the window, growling a little. He was turning into a Crank. The woman continued pleading but was ignored.

"Okay. Fry, we gotta go." Thomas spoke. Before Frypan could get the jeep to start moving again, many more Cranks surrounded the jeep, trying to find their way in and get to us. "You need to go right now." Newt spoke over the Cranks shrieks. "Just floor it, Fry!" Thomas shouted. "Hold on!" Frypan shouted back.

"Floor it! Come on! Shake the cranks and that one, Frank!" I exclaimed loudly in a panic not noticing I randomly named said crank. Frypan speeded through the crowd of Cranks, getting away, but only for Frank, we saw earlier jump onto the hood of the jeep, growling at us before punching on the glass, creating a crack on it instantly. Ah shit that's not good. 

Frypan swerved through the tunnel, avoiding all the abandoned vehicles while trying to get the Crank off the hood. "Come on, Fry, shake him!" Thomas exclaimed in panic. "I'm trying!" Frypan yelled. As he continued swerving around, I watched as the Crank climbed over to Frypan's side of the car, banging on his window, making the boy jump a couple of times.

"Hang on!" Frypan warned before he banged the left side of the car onto something, making the Crank fall off. We all sighed in relief as Thomas and I looked over our shoulders, searching to see if the Cranks were close behind or not. "Frypan, watch out!" Thomas suddenly shouts out.

The next thing I knew, the Jeep was being flipped over, us inside still. As we laid upside down, I felt a pain in my arm. I could hardly move it. Feeling warm liquid fall down my forehead, I slowly brought my hand up to it, retracting it, seeing blood on my fingers.

"Antonia, Fry, cover your eyes." Thomas spoke up. Obeying, I put a hand over my eyes as I heard glass being shattered. Shakily peering through my fingers, I watched Thomas crawl out of the car before bending down, holding his hand out to me. "Give me your hand, Antonia," Thomas ordered.

I cautiously and shakily grabbed ahold of my brother's hand, letting him pull me out as the pain in my arm increased. Thomas helped me get to my feet before he checked me for any injuries. I felt his hand graze my forehead, making me wince.

"Oh, shit." Thomas breathed out in a whisper. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he went to go help Fry and Newt out of the car, walking to the other side, me following. Once we got there, the door was kicked open, revealing Newt climbing out. "Newt, you okay?" He asked in concern.

"Yeah, I think so." Newt croaked out, getting to his feet. Newt turned to look at me, his eyes stopping on my forehead, making them widen. Carefully, he grazed it with his fingers, making me wince again. I watched as his gaze went down to the arm that I was holding.

"Shit." Newt whispered. Furrowing my brow, I followed his gaze, seeing a blood stain on the sleeve of my jacket. What happened to my arm? "You're gonna be alright, Antonia." Newt whispered, hugging me tightly. Hm, everyone was hugging me these days, I'm not complaining but it did make me feel a bit weak. "Fry, you good?" I heard Thomas ask. Before he got an answer, a loud shriek kind of scream was heard from the distance. We snapped our heads to it, watching the Cranks getting closer. Newt quickly pulled away from the hug, but still keeping a grip on my good arm as he checked his gun holder, only to feel it was empty.

"Oh, shit." Newt whispered. "Frypan, I think we gotta move." I told the said boy frantically. "Now!" Frypan was already out of the car as he was searching for something in there. "Wait a minute!"

"Right now!"

"Fry, now!"

"Come on, what are you doing?"

"We gotta move! Come on!"

We all shouted different things as we kept our gaze on the Crank that was getting closer and closer. Just then, Frypan finally left the jeep, shotgun in hand as he shot the Crank, killing it instantly. "Nice shot, Fry." Thomas commented. "Thanks." Frypan replied.

More shrieks were heard from the distance, causing us to look ahead, watching more and more Cranks limp and stumble towards us quickly. We all started backing away, getting ready to run, but Frypan had a different idea. The former cook started shooting the Cranks with his shotgun as we yelled at him to run with us. Finally, Frypan obeyed, all of us running together in sync, the shrieks and croaks heard behind us.

After a couple of seconds of running, we stopped in our tracks as we saw more Cranks up ahead. We were trapped. "Watch out." Frypan said before he started shooting at the Cranks from behind us. "Fry, you got 'em?" Thomas questioned in panic. "Yeah!" Fry responded. Frypan shot a couple more times on one side. "Okay. This way, this way." Thomas shouted as both boys turned to the other side full of Cranks. Thomas had gripped my hand really tightly as we watched the Cranks get closer and Frypan continued shooting at them, while Newt shouted stuff at Frypan.

"Other way, another way," Newt exclaimed before him and Fry turned the other way, Thomas and I following. Frypan walked forward a little, still shooting before he had stopped. "I'm out!" We all huddled up in a group, frantically and in panic, glancing from both sides, watching the Cranks get closer and closer.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. All of a sudden, an engine sound rang through my ears before a familiar truck sped to us, knocking some Cranks along the way. A familiar head of dark, short hair pop from the top.

"Hey, get in!" Brenda shouted as she started shooting the Cranks. Obeying, we all hopped into the truck. Thomas and Frypan in the very back, while Newt and I sat in-between everyone. "Go, Jorge, go!" Thomas shouted. "Go!" Brenda shouted once she sat back down.

"Hang on!" Jorge warned before speeding through the Cranks. I looked over my shoulder, watching the Cranks chase after us. Soon, we were outside and the Cranks figures got smaller and smaller, till they were out of sight