A/N

I actually can't believe how many favourites, followers and reviews I got for this story. It's incredible, it's hard to believe. I'm sorry this took so long to get out, I bought Fallout 4 and I work, so I've been extremely occupied. I also had a lot of writers block with this chapter, I don't know how much I like it.

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The white tile walls seemed to close in further and further as the hours turned into a days. It's been two days since I've been locked up in some grubby, decaying dungeon all by myself. The walls were tiled white but stained black and brown from dirt, blood and feces or whatever else was left to rot down here. Beside me were two other shackles that were likely used for other prisoners that were here before me.

I gulped, I couldn't imagine the fate of other people nor could I stop thinking of the many possible ways these people could kill me. The way Jasper went flying when that spear hit him kept replaying in my head, and the man I saw. I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my head.

All around the room there were dead leaves scattered from one corner to the other. I've only seen someone come down here twice and it was to throw moldy food at me to eat, I assumed it was to eat. What I did eat, I puked up not far from where I was sitting likely because of the mold. I have been a few feet from my own puke for about a day and a half.

My stomach twisted, I was hungry but the bread next to me was almost completely covered in mold and I've already eaten the non-moldy inside part. It was beginning to get hot as the sun reached its peak in the sky, shining straight down into the cell from a cage in the roof above.

I looked away from the center of the room when my eyes began to burn from the light. I looked to my right, where the closest wall was, and noticed something shining across from me. Whatever it was, it was hidden under a pile of dead, wet leaves.

The chain around my ankle jingled when I stumbled to stand up. My eyes were fixed on the leaves and I moved towards whatever was shining underneath. The shining object was too far away still so I layed on my stomach and reached for what felt like my life.

Sweat dripped down my entire body as I reached and wiggled my fingers closer. My fingertips felt something cold with a sharp edge but every time I grabbed for what felt like a knife, the object went further away from me.

Frustrated, I layed flat on my stomach with my face buried in a pile of dirty leaves beneath me. My lips were pressed tightly together to keep the leaves and whatever out of my mouth but the more I thought about not being able to reach what was in the other corner, the more I buried my face in the pile of leaves. Feeling something wiggle against my face I jerked myself up and wiped my face with a chill.

That's when the thought came to me. My shirt. Without another thought I removed the thin undershirt I had been sitting in for the past couple days, my jacket would likely fling the knife across the room.

The tiles were cold on my bare skin when I layed back down the surface. I swung the shirt from the side, missing a few times, and eventually got the object snagged under my shirt to be pulled back to me.

A wave of relief shot through my shaking body. My tasks only became more difficult as I moved down the list, getting this chain off my ankle then getting the hell out of here. I wasn't sure if it was possible to get out, from time to time I could hear people around the corner from my confinements but they didn't sound very close and on the surface there seemed to be a village that was dead at night, but people are likely always on guard in a place like this.

I pulled my shirt back on and first tried to unscrew the bolt in the chain but that was a failure. The blade was too thick, leaving me with another plan to completely break off the rusted chain attached to the metal around my ankle. Someone at the drop ship could hopefully get it off if I get out of here.

When I was about to try and break the chain, I heard people coming near where I was being held prisoner. I thrust the blade under a pile of leaves and stood up on my feet as straight as I could possibly stand, which wasn't very tall.

The door to the cell was opened by a man wearing a metal mask that covered his nose and mouth. The mask had blade spikes and it came up over his nose, above his forehead then down the middle of his head to the back.

Behind him was four other men, one was a woman who had a limp. The woman stumbled over to the corner of the room after a stern look from who I assumed was the leader of these people.

The leader looked cleaner than everyone else, which makes sense. He also had tattoos on the sides of his face and a long beard. He towered over me and said something to the other men in his own language. Expecting something bad to happen, I was surprised when they just left me with the woman, who was not chained up on the other side of the room.

I looked over at the brown haired woman with curiosity. She didn't look like she was capable of committing a crime bad enough to get locked up down here with me, especially with her limp. These people survived on Earth when it was deemed unlivable, a limp isn't holding anyone back. I shook my head and shifted my back in her direction so I could grab the knife from under the leaf pile.

"You're one of the Sky People?" The woman spoke, it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"If we're being called that." I looked over my shoulder to see her staring right at me with her big brown eyes. "I'm Remi, a Sky Person, and yourself?"

"Lexa." She replied shortly.

After meeting Lexa's gaze for a few seconds I turned my back to her again to look back at my chained ankle. Instead of moving fast, I sat there and thought about the answer I could get out of this woman who didn't mind talking to me, "Are your people going to kill me?"

"The Commander has not determined your fate." Lexa had a shaky voice and sounded a bit scared but I couldn't see her with my back to her.

Either my capture was public or this woman was on some type of council in this village. That was the only way it made sense that she knew who I was.

My hair hung in front of my face absently as I tried to determine what to say next. The Commander couldn't determine what to do with me unless the Commander was talking to me or had someone on the inside.

I turned around completely to face whoever this person was eye to eye. Lexa wasn't looking at me, she was staring at the ground with a blank expression while she thought. She didn't look like a warrior the way she was using the wall for support for her injury. "Did you betray your people?"

Lexa looked taken back by how forward and impatient I sounded with my question. "What did you do to get here?" My voice was louder as I was getting angry that she wasn't more helpful.

She cowered in the corner and said nothing. My stomach twisted and I looked at the dirty tiles, "I just get irritable when I'm hungry." I lied and slumped over on the floor, my back once again facing away from Lexa.

If she wasn't on a council, perhaps she and I could escape together. It would be a huge risk on my part.

The blade of the knife was now positioned to snap the chain which would leave the metal around my ankle still. Someone at the dropship would be able to get it off if they were able to get off the wristbands.

I looked back over to Lexa and see her staring right into my eyes. She still looked nervous and weak but having no real food has made me more paranoid than I would usually be in this situation. She could make or break this escapade with her presence.

My hands were still in position to break the chain with the knife. The knife and the chain looked old and rusted in some spots, which is where I assumed the weakest metal would be.

The chain snapped in the middle, unlinking the shackle from the chain on the wall. Along with the chain, the knife broke in half too. I stood up in silence cherishing my victory with a grin on my dirty face.

"Is that a knife?" Lexa was louder when she spoke this time which only confused me further of her intentions.

"A broken one." I laughed to myself putting it between my belt and pants. The entire blade fit under my belt and the handle poked into my side slightly. "I thought that if I knew what you did to get down here then we could escape together."

"There is no escape." Lexa said quietly, shaking her head in the corner.

I walked over to the door and looked at the lock. Unable to pick locks, I lightly pressed my ear against the wall to listen to anything on the outside but could only hear murmurs. That meant these people weren't that close, they also didn't seem to hear Lexa say I had a knife.

"I'd rather die trying to get out of here than sit and starve to death." I faced Lexa directly and met her gaze.

Lexa's face wore a stoic expression. The way she was presenting herself seemed to slightly change as she was listening to me speak. "How many would have to die for you to escape?"

"If you think I'm going to kill anyone, you're out of your mind…" I snickered softly and walked towards Lexa.

Each step closer Lexa got more tense. She sat up straight and was eyeing me down like a predator would a prey before they pounce. Once I was a few feet away from her I kneeled down so we were eye to eye, "What's wrong with your leg?" I asked her while looking for any marks on her leg. "Maybe I can help?"

The next thing I knew Lexa grabbed both my arms and pushed me backwards. I stumbled a few steps back and knew that Lexa would be coming toward me after such a forward attack. She moved to the side and grabbed my forearm, pulling it up behind my back. She proceeded to grab the handle of the knife and hold it to my neck.

Lexa shouted something in another language and the men from before piled in quickly after her demand. The blade was cold and wet against my now sweating neck. "You and your people are trespassing." Lexa's voice now echoed throughout the room.

I stayed silent for a few seconds to gather my thoughts, "That wasn't our intention, Lexa." I answered calmly trying my best not to shake. "I can explain if you let me."

Lexa understood what I meant by this as she let go of my arm and moved the knife from my neck after about ten seconds of mental debate. Slowly I moved away from Lexa so I could see everyone who was staring daggers at little old me.

I brought my hand up to my neck and sighed. It was embarrassing to be looked down on the way all these people stared at me.

"One of our villages is having problems with your people." Lexa got right to the point, not waiting for me to explain our "trespassing".

The man I originally thought was the Commander brought over armour and put it over Lexa's shoulders for her to wear with pride. Her people clearly looked up to her.

"Everyone who was sent here didn't have a choice." I began to explain to Lexa specifically seeing that no one else seemed interested, "We were supposed to land at Mount Weather but the course was affected by turbulence or something. This is a misunderstanding…Most of us are barely eighteen."

When I was finished speaking I noticed more of the warriors were paying attention to what I said. Some looked confused and others seemed to tense up more at something I mentioned. Lexa stepped forward towards me, getting my full attention.

"You said you could have helped my injured leg?" She asked in a stern voice.

The way Lexa now presented herself was different than before. She stood tall and confident, many men stood behind her and seemed to be willing to pounce at the snap of her finger. She wasn't much taller than me but when she came at me I could tell she was fast and could kick my ass.

"I-I, uh, couldn't fix it but I could find ways to ease the pain through the plants around here." It was once again only Lexa that was interested in what I was saying. "I was supposed to help grow plants in the station before I was sent here." I whispered the last part, reminiscing slightly.

Lexa began speaking in her native tongue to the men in the room. The tall tattooed man protested back to her but I couldn't understand the exchange between the two and just watched with interest. All the men in the room began to leave after their conversation.

"What's going on?" I reached out to get Lexa's attention but it was the wrong decision. She had my arm twisted behind my back again like how is was before, "Okay!" I shouted and she pushed me away.

I stumbled forward and turned around quickly to glare at her, receiving what I was giving. "I don't trust you." Lexa stated bluntly, staring me in the eyes. This lady made constant eye contact, it was insane. "I will send you back to your people on the condition you all leave."

My wide eyes remained fixed on a calm and collected Lexa, she had this all together and planned out in her head. It was either leave or we all die, but I couldn't make this decision for everyone. I've never been put in this type of position.

"I'll do what I can." I answered her with the best response I could think of. I wasn't sure if I was capable of convincing teenagers to listen to the authority of the land.

"You will all leave or you will all die, the decision is yours." She replied smoothly, motioning with her head for me to follow her.

"There has to be some other way." I insisted as I followed not too far behind her.

We came to a corner with a staircase and and a plaque with keys hanging from it. Lexa handed me a key that I made quick use of on my ankle. My wrist was also clear of the band that the Ark put on.

"There is no other way, Remi of the Sky People." Lexa said looking at my wrist with me. "Either you all leave-"'

"Or we all die, I get it." I put my hand up to signal her to stop talking then rub my hand down my fast out of frustration. "It's worth it, I'll get them to leave."

"Indra will take you back to Anya's village and from there it is only half a day's walk." Lexa informed me of her plan and I nodded.

I followed Lexa up the stairs and out of the prison house. The village was bigger than I expected and it was thriving. People were everywhere doing an assortment of different activities, I could see people farming, trading and talking. It looked peaceful, it wasn't at all what I expected.

She took me to a structure that had a few beds inside, it was actually kind of cute… and empty. "Why are you letting me leave?" I asked Lexa.

She stood near the doorway but nodded towards the beds that I assumed she wanted me to sleep in. "Your intentions are not hostile." Lexa pursed her lips and gave me a hard stare, "That's why you have the chance to flee with your people."

I sat on a bed and watched as Lexa turned to leave but stood with her back to me, "Indra is not here yet but when she arrives I advise you be prepared for a long journey, Remi."

Lexa and I exchanged one last glance before she left to do whatever a Commander does in a post-apocalyptic world. While she did that, I layed in this makeshift bed trying to sleep through my gurgling stomach and the smell radiating off of my body.

Surviving on Earth is a lot more difficult than they made it out to be in Earth Skills class.

A/N I hoped you liked it and I just want to add that I know Murphy was tortured when he was held hostage but I took a different approach. Hopefully its not too much or too stupid , I promise Nyko will be in the next chapter though!