Disclaimer: I am not James Dashner. I do not own Maze Runner.

"Where in the world is the forgotten?

They're lost inside your memory,

You're dragging on; your heart's been broken,

As we all go down in history,"

-The Forgotten by Green Day-

A Story Never Told

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Thomas trudged through the forest, trying to find some place where he could be alone. The Gathering had ended a while ago and even if he was excited to know that he was going to be a Runner, he couldn't help but think that his other troublesome problems drowned out the only good one.

Alby, the girl in the coma, being punished, Gally blowing up—it was all too much. He needed to get away and collect his thoughts.

The image of Gally at the Gathering kept haunting his mind. The Keeper of the Builders hated him—a lot. He despised Thomas for something Thomas didn't even know. The others accepted Thomas with ease, but Gally couldn't. It confused Thomas. Since he stepped out of the Box, Gally had it against him.

Thomas wasn't sure what Gally saw in his Changing to hate him so much. If only Gally would talk, but there was a better chance of Grievers having lunch with Thomas rather than the former ever happening.

According to Newt, Gally changed after being stung, but what was he like before? If he had never went through the Changing, would he have accepted Thomas like the others or would he still remain as the obnoxious person he was? That made Thomas wonder what would happen if everyone got stung and remembered—maybe they would hate him too.

Sighing, Thomas walked deeper into the woodland, crunching his feet on dry leaves and twigs. As he journeyed deeper, his mind drifted to Alby.

The leader of the Glade was going through the Changing at that moment. Would he hate Thomas when he woke up? Would he and Gally manage to convince the other Gladers that he was somehow evil?

Too consumed in his thoughts, Thomas didn't notice an ensnaring twig sticking out of the ground. His foot got caught in it and he fell. Unfortunately, as he tried to stand back up, the ground beneath him gave way and crumbled, leading him to tumble down a small but steep hill.

Thomas grunted in pain as he landed back on the flat ground. He stood up slowly, wincing at the bloody scrapes on his arms and the throbbing in his legs. He huffed and rubbed his aching elbows, and proceeded to dust himself off.

"Great, Thomas," he muttered to himself. "How in the world are you gonna be a Runner when you can't even walk through the forest without any injuries?"

Snapping his head up, he examined his surroundings. He had never been in this part of the forest. The grass didn't grow as tall as it did anywhere else. In fact, what he saw in front of him was an open space. The grass was there, but seemed to be trimmed short. Unlike the other parts he had been through the forest, this empty grassland had only one massive tree, in the middle, and was a few yards wide before the other trees surrounded it. Sunlight shone through the open sky above, luminescing softly on the green grass.

The place was beautiful.

He snapped out of his daze, shaking his head. He rotated in his spot, trying to find a way out when something caught his eyes. He blinked, not believing what he saw in front of him. It was hanging from the only tree there, and was impossible to miss. Walking closer to it, he exhaled in astonishment.

It was a swing.

How an innocent, childlike object of amusement could be found in the Glade was beyond his thoughts. He stepped closer to the contraption to convince himself that it was real.

Lightly, he touched the thick rope suspending the wooden seat. It looked firm and recently developed, like it had just been here for a short while. The seat of the swing wasn't the flat, wooden one like he would've expected. Instead, it was a neatly curved, smooth seat. It was the ideal thickness and attached to two metal triangles. The ropes were fastened around it securely and were tied to a branch high above him.

Thomas felt a sense of warmth pass through him as he wrapped his fingers around the rope. It seemed like the most innocent thing in the Glade. The swing made him think of his childhood, even if he didn't remember anything. He briefly wondered why he never knew about it.

"Quite a fetching contraption, innit?" a voice spoke from behind Thomas.

He turned around to see Newt, gazing at the swing like he was in a trance.

Thomas nodded. "Yeah. Has it always been here?"

"No," Newt shook his head, frowning. He walked closer to Thomas, his eyes never leaving the swing. "It was made last year."

"By who?" Thomas asked.

Newt sighed, leaning against the tree the swing was attached to. "You might not believe me."

"Try me," Thomas replied, eager to know who created the beautiful swing.

"It was Gally," Newt revealed.

Thomas blinked in shock, not believing Newt. "Gally? As in the Keeper of the Builders? The Gally that blew up just now and threatened to kill Minho?"

He couldn't believe it at all. The awful, violent, hateful Glader made the swing? It was hard to see the truth in that. The swing emitted an innocent, happy, childlike aura, and Gally was anything but that. Sure, Thomas never knew him that well, but he knew enough to know that Gally would rather bully others than waste his time making a swing for kids.

"Gally wasn't always like that," Newt spoke up, defending the misunderstood boy. "And believe it or not, it's not because of you or the bloody Changin'."

"Then what was he like?" Thomas' curiosity stirred. "Before, I mean?"

Newt sighed, sitting down on the floor and leaning on the tree. "You'd better sit down. It's a long story."

Thomas reluctantly obeyed and sat facing the blond boy, straining his ears to listen carefully to every word. Newt stared at the swing, looking like he was going through a flashback. Thomas thought he saw a flicker of sadness and longing in his eyes, but it was gone just as fast as it came.

Newt had a thoughtful expression on, figuring how to explain Gally's story to the newbie. At last, he sighed and sat up straight.

"You see, Tommy. A year ago, a greenie came up in the box," Newt started. Thomas frowned in confusion. What was so special about a greenie? Before he could ask, Newt continued. "What made that greenie different was the fact that it was a she."

Thomas took a moment to understand Newt and widened his eyes when he did. "She?"

"Yup," Newt nodded, smiling. "The greenie was a girl."

That took Thomas by surprise. When he arrived in the Glade, he just assumed that no girls had ever been sent up due to the inexistence of the gender presence. He had immediately thought that the girl in the med-jack's room was the first girl the Creators ever sent.

"So you mean, before the girl in the coma came up…there was another girl?" Thomas asked slowly.

"Mhm," Newt hummed affirmatively. "Her name was Ada."

"Ada?"

"Ay-dah. Ada. That's her name," Newt repeated like Thomas was a baby.

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I get it. So what's her connection to the swing and Gally?"

"Wait, I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you this," Newt said. "Should I give you the long story or just the short one?"

"My day in the Slammer is tomorrow, and I have nothing else to do now," Thomas mused, shrugging. "I think I have some time for the long story."

Newt nodded, flicking his gaze to the swing before going back to Thomas. "Good. It's been awhile, so bear with me."

Thomas nodded.

"Okay, it all started like this…"

Gally was lounging around on his hammock, too tired to go find something beneficial to do, or even eat. He had just finished building the roof for the Gladers who chose to sleep outside instead of inside the jam-packed Homestead. He gave the other Builders a day off and they chose to spend it by lounging about, playing around the Glade and eating all of Frypan's food.

He just wanted to sleep the day away.

Just as he was about to fall into a slumber though, a loud, blaring alarm sounded in the Glade. He groaned and smacked his forehead with his palm. He tried to lie face down with his fingers in his ears to block out the sound, but it was useless.

A slap on the back made him growl. He turned his head to the side and opened one eye. "What do ya want, klunk-head?"

Newt smirked at his friend, shaking the hammock even more. "The greenie, ya shank. We need to go get 'im."

"The alarm goes off for half an hour before he actually arrives," Gally said, closing his eyes again. "Let me sleep first."

"Fine," Newt sighed. "You owe me for this."

"I don't get why I owe you, but whatever," Gally spoke, his voice muffled from the hammock. "Just leave me."

Gally heard Newt leave and exhaled, finally able to sleep peacefully despite the annoying alarm still going off. He ignored the other voices asking if he was going to go greet the greenie, and tried to sleep. After a few minutes of trying, he finally fell into a light sleep.

Surprisingly, the sound of the alarm stopping and the sound of metals opening woke him up. He huffed in annoyance and tried to get back to sleep. Not even a minute later though, the door to the Homestead slammed open noisily.

"Gally!" a high-pitched voice called. "Gally, Gally!"

The Keeper of the Builders growled and snapped his head up to glare at his peace intruder. It was a young boy, probably twelve or thirteen or so, and he was jumping around excitedly like he just won a ticket out of the Maze.

"Gally!" the boy repeated again when he spotted the older boy.

"What?" Gally asked harshly, just wanting to get back to his nap.

"Gally! Gally!" he said again enthusiastically as he skipped to the boy's hammock. "Gally!"

"I swear, Steve, one more time you say 'Gally', and I'll throw you off the Cliff," Gally sneered, sitting up to face the little boy. "What do ya want?"

Steve smiled nervously under Gally's intimidating gaze. "Uh…Newt told me to go get Gal-I mean, you! Said it was important."

Gally sighed, rubbing his face hopelessly. "What now?"

"The greenie!" Steve squealed. "It's a-oh, wait. Newt said not to tell you."

"And why is that?" Gally asked suspiciously.

"He said, and I quote, 'tell him to get his fat arse over here and take a look for himself'," Steve replied, grinning while imitating Newt's accent. "Come on, hurry! I want to see too!"

Gally grumbled, irritated. "Fine, fine. Just…stop being so happy."

Steve ignored Gally and smiled widely. He started bouncing to the door, looking back to make sure Gally followed. The Keeper slowly got off his hammock and traipsed lazily to the door.

"Hurry!" Steve urged.

"Shut your hole, I'm coming. God. You're so annoying," said Gally, walking faster to the door. He wondered what was so important for Newt to call him. "I so don't owe him for anything," Gally muttered under his breath on the way out.

Thomas decided to cut in. "You guys were friends?"

"Quite good friends, actually. Alby, him, Minho, the other Keepers and I," Newt said. "We were all sent up here first so we only had each other to be around. Hard to hate someone when they're in the same situation as you."

Thomas nodded, trying hard to picture Gally being all friendly with Newt.

Gally followed Steve to the oh-so-familiar box in the middle of the Glade. He saw the Gladers crowding around it as they did every month. Only this time, every single one of them had surprised and dazed looks on their faces. Gally frowned in confusion and jogged faster over to them.

"Newt?" he called as he approached the boy.

No reply came out of Newt and Gally scowled. He pushed through the crowd of Gladers until he stood behind Newt. He tapped the blond boy on the shoulder and received a turn of the head in response.

"So what's so important for you to disturb my sleep?" he asked begrudgingly.

"The greenie, you klunk," Newt said, jerking his head into the box. "Look."

Gally rolled his eyes and peered into the dark box. His eyes caught sight of the weekly supplies but no newbie. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion and continued his search for the boy.

Finally, his eyes landed on a figure by the corner of the box.

Only difference was; it was a girl.

Gally's eyes widened as he took her in. She was huddling to herself in the corner of the box, hiding her head in her arms and knees. She was shaking visibly and her long brown hair strewed everywhere across her head and shoulder. Gally released a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in.

"A girl," he said, not taking his eyes of her. "It's a girl."

"Congratulations, shuck-face. Your brain is still working," he heard Minho reply from across the Box.

Rolling his eyes, Gally turned a blind eye to Minho's remark and nudged Newt in the elbow. "Why is she still in there?"

"We don't know how to get her out," Newt answered. "She refused to use the rope. We tried pullin' her up but the shank wouldn't budge."

"So why did you call me?" Gally asked, confused.

Alby stepped forward, towering over the Box. He looked at Gally and said, "We need you to convince her to come out."

Gally blinked. Once. Twice. He couldn't see the logic in their idea of him trying to convince her to come out. He—Keeper of the Builders, easily irritated, known for his short temper and violence when something was wrong. Why did they think he could convince a girl out of the box?

"Are you kidding me?" he repeated in disbelief. "I'd probably scare her to death if anything."

"Newt tried going in but she hit him with a supply bag," Alby said.

That was when Gally knew why they wanted him to go. "Oh, I see. Just because I'm the Keeper of the Builders, it doesn't matter if a supply bag comes at my face. Cause I'm used to pain from hammering my fingers and cutting my hands and blah, blah, blah."

Newt laughed and slapped Gally on the back. "You whine like a tot, y'know," he said. "Just go try and get her to come up."

Gally rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that he didn't really have any other choice. He jumped onto the box holder and into the box. A loud resonating bang sounded as his shoes landed on the metal floor. He saw the girl gasp in shock, lifting her head slightly to see what landed in her temporary domain.

Deep brown eyes gleamed as she stared at him before tucking her head back in behind knees. Gally sighed, and started to walk closer to her. Her slender hand carefully reached out for a bag beside her. She lifted a bag filled with something light and got ready to throw it at him.

"Whoa, easy there," Gally said, raising his hands up in defense. "You don't want to do that."

The girl lifted her face slightly to look at him. "W-why not?"

Gally had to refrain from smirking at her quivering voice. It was a light, soft sound, almost like a whisper, and he wouldn't have caught it had he not been close enough.

"Because I'm stronger than you."

The girl's brows furrowed slightly. "So what…you'll drag me out of here?"

"If I have to, yeah," Gally nodded. The girl narrowed her eyes as he started to walk closer. The Keeper sighed. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, greenie."

"H-how do I know that?" she retorted warily.

Gally shrugged and crouched down to match her sitting height. "You don't," he answered simply. The girl frowned as her grip tightened on the bag. Gally saw that and snorted. "You do know that a bag that small wouldn't hurt me at all, right?"

"It hurt your friend," she choked out quietly, and Gally had to give her points for trying to act brave despite her body trembling in fear.

"I'm strong," Gally smirked smugly. "Newt up there, on the other hand, is a wimp."

"Oi!" a voice hollered, followed by a small stone falling on top of Gally's head. The boy winced and hissed painfully at the connection. Rubbing his head, he looked up to see Newt glaring at him. "I can hear you, slinthead."

Gally rolled his eyes and muttered, "Obviously."

A breathy giggle caught Gally's ears. He turned to stare at the girl as she hid her nose in her knees, biting back a smile. "Wow. Very strong."

It took a few seconds for him to register that she was mocking him, the caution in her eyes dimming. Gally huffed in annoyance and sat down in front of her, too tired to continue squatting. "Might as well get this over with. How long are you planning to stay down here?"

"I don't know," she said. "Until this thing brings me back to wherever it came from?"

"The box doesn't go back down with a person inside. You'll have to come out sometime."

Her brows knitted together as she remained mute. A few seconds later, she tilted her head to the side, looking as if she were analyzing him. "Why...why can't I remember anything?"

"S'not just you. Everyone sent up in the box remembers nothing." Gally shrugged, a tad bit impressed that she was taking the lost of her memories far better than most greenies. "You're name'll come back to you soon at least."

She opened her mouth to say something, but then paused and closed it. "But...why?"

"That's what we'd all like to know, greenie." He rolled his eyes, looking back up at the heads heedfully watching their interaction. "Listen, we have a leader up there that'll answer all your questions, okay? You wanna know more, get outta here."

The girl frowned, cuddling up firmly to herself as she huffed lightly. Gally sighed. "Look, you coming out or not?"

"Do…do I have to?" she asked, the slight tremble back in her voice.

"You don't really have a choice," Gally said. "You're stuck here with us, and there's no escaping that."

She eyed Gally cautiously and shook her head. "What do you mean? Where is here?"

Surprising himself by smiling, he held out a hand for her to grab. "Come on, greenie. Let me show ya."

It was in that moment where she should've grabbed his hand willingly and let him lead her to the world above them. She should've just smiled and accepted everything, left him alone afterwards and let him go back to sleep. That was what she should've done…or what Gally was hoping for anyways.

Instead, she frowned at his hand and shook her head defiantly.

Gally felt the irritation in him build as he stood up. "You brought this onto yourself, greenie."

Without any warning, he grabbed her and flung her body over his shoulder. The girl yelped in surprise and started to thrash in his grip, but to no avail. She started screaming at him but he didn't listen, only tightened his grip around her and moved his face away so it wouldn't get hit.

Surprisingly, she was so light that he could literally jump out of the Box if it was low enough. It wasn't though, so he had to toss her body over the top of the Box gently, and climb out by himself.

"What the shuck, Gal? What were you thinkin'?" Newt cried out when the girl landed in front of him unceremoniously. "I told you to convince her, not manhandle her!"

"Nah, I think I would've done a better job convincing a Griever to have lunch with me than to convince that stubborn shank," Gally retorted. "She's crazy, I tell ya."

"No, you're crazy!" the girl shouted, her high-pitched voice ringing through the silent crowd of boys. She stood up, dusting herself off vigorously whilst mumbling under her breath, "barbarous maniac..."

"Sure, greenie," Gally rolled his eyes and sighed, finally taking a good look at her.

He couldn't really see past her long, wispy, dark hair in her face, but her eyes were striking. It was like what he would imagine on perfectly carved, dark, wooden furniture. Her bold eyes were blazing though, making them darker than they originally were. Her cheeks flushed red even with strands of hair covering them, undoubtedly from anger. She was shorter than Newt—but then again, who wasn't shorter than Newt.

It took Gally a moment to realize that he was staring and looked away, trying to keep an impassive expression on his face.

"Wait, so she was pretty?" Thomas asked, cutting Newt off.

Newt rolled his eyes but smiled softly, thinking about the girl. "She was beautiful."

Thomas was taken aback by Newt's blunt honesty. 'She must've been, to make Newt smile like that,' he thought.

"Okay, then…"

The girl rubbed her arm where she landed on the concrete ground, glaring at Gally. She unexpectedly stomped forward to him but was held back by Newt.

"Trust me, you don't want to do that, greenie," he said, carefully pulling her back.

"Oh, but I want to," she snapped and yanked herself out of his hands.

It somewhat amused Gally how furious she was when she was only a shy, timid girl not a few seconds ago.

She started walking to Gally, fuming, but he didn't look the least bit frightened. In fact, he looked quite bored. She shoved him once.

Unfortunately for her, he only scoffed.

"That the best you can do, greenie?" he asked.

Her eyes narrowed and she held out a hand to strike him again, but he caught it swiftly, just as it was about to hit his chest. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he tugged the girl closer, keeping his hands on hers firmly. He bent down to her face with dark and intimidating eyes, close enough to her that she jerked back.

"I'm warning you, greenie. I'm probably the most violent out of these shanks, and you won't like it when I'm mad," he said in a low, steely voice.

Then, he released her hands, taking a step back yet still glaring. She huffed, her eyes darting away from him. Walking back to Newt, she scowled and eyed Gally warily.

Newt smiled apologetically. "I told you, greenie. Now look what you've done."

"He threw me over that thing like I was some kind off…rag doll," she whispered heatedly to the blond boy. "And what does greenie even mean?"

'Well, you do look like a doll,' Gally thought unconsciously, his eyes trailing up and down her body, and frowned when he realized it. He scoffed aloud, making her glare daggers at him.

Before anything else could be exchanged between the two, Alby strode forward and commanded the attention like the leader he was. "Okay, break it up. Slim yourselves, klunk-heads. Enough shuckin' drama."

The girl scrunched her eyebrows in confusion at Alby's vocabulary. "What?"

"Nothing, newbie," Alby said, taking a good look at her before sighing. "Now this is…different."

Gally watched as the girl's eyes slowly moved to the audience around her, before darting down at her feet, as if she just realized that she was surrounded by at least twenty boys. She shuffled awkwardly, trying not to let the stares bother her. Everyone was silent as Alby thought of what to do and thankfully, the girl didn't create anymore ruckus.

"She remember anything, Gal?"

"Nah. Same as every shuck greenie."

A moment of silence passed.

"Fine. Let's call a Gathering to see what to do then," Alby finally voiced. "Now."

Gally groaned inwardly. He had been hoping that he could go back to sleep, but that didn't look like it was about to happen any time soon. He sent the new girl a dirty look behind her back, blaming her.

Suddenly, Alby's eyes landed on Gally and he said, "Oh, except you, Gally."

"What?" the Keeper of the Builders asked, blinking confusedly.

"Today's your day off, right? Ya just finished building the buggin' roof," Alby explained. "Don't have to attend the Gathering. We'd be just fine."

Gally felt a weight lift itself off his shoulders. He sighed in relief, thrilled at the thought that he could go back to sleep. "Thank god for that."

The relief didn't last long though. It was when Alby smirked, and then he felt a twist in his guts. The leader smirked mischievously and continued, "Instead, you can babysit the girl."

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Ya heard me, Gal," Alby snickered, looking at the boy triumphantly. "The girl's in your care."

Gally frowned, staring at the side of the girl's head. He started shaking his head, refusing, but Alby held a hand out in front of him. "But-"

"No buts, Gally. You seem to get along well with her already," Alby continued, placing his hands on his hips, satisfied. "We good? Okay. Keepers—Homestead in five! Gally, you're dismissed."

Before Gally could retort, Alby turned around and made his way through the crowd. One by one, the Keepers started following. Newt gave Gally a smirk before going along, leaving him with the girl and a bunch of boys. Gally stared at the back of the Keepers' figures in exasperation.

"They're leaving me with you?" the girl asked, her voice only loud enough for him to hear.

Gally narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw shut so he wouldn't blow up at her. "You heard, greenie. It's your lucky day," he rolled his eyes, annoyed. 'I'd rather be at the Gathering now,' he thought.

"…So what now?" the girl asked after awhile, rubbing her arm uneasily when Gally didn't answer.

The boys crowded around them started dispersing when Gally gave them head jerks. A few slowed in their steps to continue looking at the girl, but he stepped in front of her, obscuring their view.

He frowned, crossing his arms to think of what to do with the girl. He could maybe just throw her in the Slammer, but Alby wouldn't appreciate that. He couldn't bring her into the Homestead obviously, since there was where the Gathering was held. He contemplated leaving her at the kitchens with some food while he could continue sleeping, but then she would have a hard time with the other Gladers.

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Gally?"

It took him a moment to realize that it was the girl that said his name. Only, her voice had lost all its anger. Her now silvery voice made him stare for a while until he finally found his senses.

"What?" he blinked unintelligently.

The girl shrugged uncertainly. "That's your name, isn't it? Those boys called you Gally just now."

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, shaking his head to snap back into reality. I must be really sleepy. "What did you ask me?"

"I asked, what now?"

Gally exhaled and thought of a place to bring her—where he could rest and she could gather her thoughts in peace. "Now, you follow me, greenie."

"Ada," she suddenly mumbled out, making him raise a questioning eyebrow. "It's my name, Ada—not greenie. I don't even know what that means."

He raised an eyebrow at her. Ada.

Smirking, Gally started walking in the direction of the Deadheads. "Whatever, greenie." When she didn't follow, Gally crossed his arms again. "Are you coming?"

"But...but where are we going?" she asked, taking a tentative step toward him and looking around the Glade. Mainly, the walls.

Gally heaved a breath. "Stop being so scared of things, greenie. Shuck, you wanted to hit me a while ago. This place ain't that bad. We're not gonna eat ya."

If anything, that only made her recoil. Gally rubbed a hand down his face in annoyance, trudging back to her and gently grabbing her arm. When she jumped and tried to pull back, he sighed. "Look, no one's gonna hurt you here, okay?"

Ada relaxed slightly, her shoulders losing its tenseness. She didn't take another step further, however. Gally took notice of her eyes roaming again to her surroundings and let go off her arm.

"Look, I'm in charge of babysitting you," he said. "If anyone tries anything, I'll be there to stop 'em."

She bit her lips, her eyes narrowing ever so lightly at him. "And what about you?"

"If I try anything, I'll let you tell Newt and Alby and see the shanks beat me up, okay? Now, let's go." She took a step toward him, releasing a shaky breath. He softened a little at the dim terror in her eyes.

He felt that too once when he arrived in the Glade.

Turning to face her fully, he lowly murmured, "Hey, listen. I know you're scared and all but nothing's gonna happen."

"You promise?" she asked quickly, her voice as light as a bell.

"I promise."

She looked into his eyes, wariness slowly dissolving into acceptance as she sighed. Nodding, she gave a small smile. It leaned more towards a grimace, but he took it as a smile. "Alright then."

Gally gave her a small nod, the corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly, and dragged her in the direction of the Deadheads.

"So you just left her with Gally?" Thomas asked incredulously. "Just like that? No worries of what would happen to her?"

Newt sighed in irritation. "I told you—he was different before. He may be still temperamental and violent, but he wouldn't really seriously hurt or kill anyone," he said. "Try to think better of him, Tommy. No one was born bad. He has a bloody reason for what he is now."

Thomas nodded, slightly abashed. "Oh, uh, okay."

"And can you stop cutting me off? We're not even halfway through the story yet," Newt stated. "Try to listen before asking questions, yeah?"

Woo! This is my first Gally fic. Since this story is basically telling 'why he is what he is', Gally will probably be a little OOC. Maybe. I'm not sure; tell me if he is. And if he is, then it's okay because…well…this is before his changing and Thomas. He must've been a good person once, right? Let me know what you think!

Reviews are always appreciated!

Thanks for reading :)