CHAPTER 1 – REBELS AND CONTEMPLATIONS
Blood.
She could feel the moist substance trickling down the side of her head. She'd gotten used to all kinds of pain, but it had been pretty bad this time.
In dazed state, she tried to remember. She was trying to remember where it all went to shit. Was it when Pike put that bullet through Lincoln's head? Was it when she put that spear through Pike's heart? Or was it when she betrayed Skaikru by taking the bunker? Or perhaps, and this seemed like most likely option to Octavia, they had all been doomed since the day they set foot on the earth.
How she ended up being commander was beyond her. She realized now she must've been delusional to try and put all clans together despite their indifferences. They'd been delusional, too, she thought to herself. They looked at her as a leader somehow, as if she was their savior. And maybe in some ways she had been. But now, the consequences to her actions were catching up to her. And they hit her, hard.
It had been 67 days since a group of Azgeda rebellions came to take Octavia and knock her off the throne. They'd locked her up in a cold isolated room, and the reality of the situation felt sadly familiar. Here she was again, locked up, and this Bellamy wasn't around to save her. Hell, she didn't even know if he was still alive. She had no idea where everyone else was. Even the ones that were with her in the bunker, for all she knew the Azgeda rebellions executed them after locking her up.
She was alone. She was in pain. She had been ready to die. But they wouldn't let her. Instead they tortured her, as if to make a statement to keep the others in line. The allmighty Skairipa was down and broken, and this would be their fate as well if they'd stand in the way of their reign.
Octavia faced the door as she sat with her back against the wall. She stared at the doorknob, waiting for it to turn, anticipating her next beating. She'd usually hear footsteps before they opened the door. And as expected, someone was approaching the door. Her muscles tensed immediately as the expression on her face hardened. She would never give them the pleasure of seeing her afraid. She would stay strong. She wouldn't make a sound, even when they'd drag the sword across her skin. When they'd beat her with a steel pipe. Even when they'd break her hand. Several times. They would never hear her cries of pain, because that would mean she gave in. And she will never give in.
Suddenly, the door opened slightly. Her eyes shot up, prepared to shoot daggers at whoever was coming to torture her this time. She was ready for them to come in, but then no one did. The door just stayed open as the footsteps suddenly continued. Whoever it was, seemed to walk... away? Octavia couldn't tell why this was happening. Was it a trap? Were they trying to play tricks on her? Then again, that kind of subtle torture was never really their style. Had someone perhaps come to save her? She couldn't help but be skeptical, but on the other hand, could she really pass up on an opportunity as this? Carefully she tried to get up. She felt the pain all over as she attempted to stand upright, holding onto her side with her good hand while she slowly limped forward to the still open door. As she reached it, she held the doorknob to support her weight. She waited a moment and tried to gather as much energy as she could, before silently making her way out.
Even with the odds against her, she would do everything in her power to be free again. The rebellions would pay for what they did.