Once In A Blue Moon

Ten

You, Newt, Fry, and Alby sat in the kitchen, eating from a stack of halved ham and cheese sandwiches.

You silently wondered if Fry had a refrigerator in the back of the kitchen as you ate.

As you took the first bite of the second half of your sandwich, the sound of lots of people yelling at once grabbed your attention.

"What's going on out there?" Alby asked. You and Newt followed him closely when he stood up and walked to the entrance of the Homestead to look at what everyone was worked up about. 

You didn't know what you expected to see, but you knew the sight of dozens of boys chasing another one was probably not it.

"What are they doing?" you mumbled, trying to make out who was being chased. You listened closer, but weren't able to hear what they were yelling clearly.

One of the others spotted the three of you and ran closer. You recognized him as Jeff the Med-Jack.

"He got stung," Jeff exclaimed, clutching his side as he panted. "Gally got stung."

Gally got stung. Why had Gally been in the Maze?

Without thinking, you pushed past Alby and sprinted towards the crowd. You remembered your dream, where you weren't able to run. Now, you could move faster than you had then. It felt good to have regained control, even though you had never technically lost it.

You pushed your way through the crowd. You remembered Minho saying that you were good at running, and now proved that he was right. You passed many of the Gladers, your legs carrying you effortlessly. 

You knew that Gally could run faster than you, but you were now the only Glader who stay close behind him.

You sprinted faster. When you got closer to him, you tried to reach out and grab his shirt to stop him, but you were not close enough to him yet. 

As you ran, you noticed his arm. Every vein in the limb seemed to stick out, carrying a cornflower blue colored blood instead of cherry red. The sight brought back a memory that you couldn't remember. It sat on the edge of your mind, like you would remember if you just tried a little harder. But you couldn't focus on that and chasing Gally.

You tried to forget about the memory -- which wasn't that hard since it didn't appear to want to be remembered -- and direct all your attention towards chasing Gally. 

He was near a wall of the Glade, and you knew he would have to turn somewhere. You tried to lengthen your strides so that you could get closer, bringing you into more of a leap than a run. You didn't have to be able to see the other Gladers to feel their eyes watching the both of you.

When Gally suddenly veered right, you lunged at him with the last of your strength. The seconds ticking by seemed to slow down as you flew through the air, straight at him. You didn't have time to prepare yourself for slamming into him. 

You landed on top of him, pushing him to the ground. He clawed at you, trying to get up, but you fought to keep him down. Gladers ran up, helping you hold him down. 

You heard Newt's voice call, "Get a Med-Jack!"

"Hold his arm down! Hold it down!" you could hear the voice of Clint, who was the other Med-Jack that you had met before.

You let go of Gally, letting the other Gladers take over as they picked up the boy. He fought against them, but a dozen boys were stronger than the one.

You watched as they carried him away, growing smaller as they got closer to the Med-Jack's hut. Newt and Fry stood next to you, along with a few others.

"I've never even seen Minho run that fast," Fry commented. "That was good, Y/n."

"Well, I couldn't just let him run around like that. Sooner or later he would have attacked someone," you replied.

"Still, it was bloody impressive," Newt added. You started walking back toward the Homestead.

"Let's just let them do their job," you instructed. "I have a sandwich to finish."

"Good that," Fry declared, following you back to lunch.