Weak moaning continues to sound from the trapped grounders around them as Clarke fiddles with the lock on Anyas cage. The blonde releases Myles' good hand to pull at the padlock with both of her hands, huffing slightly.
"We're gonna get you out of here," Clarke promises the woman quietly. Blue eyes turn to hazel, "I'll be right back."
Clarke stands and jogs over to the unconscious grounders hanging upside down with tubes sticking out of them near the back of the room. The blonde stops as she approaches them and whirls her head around as she searches for something that could help them. As Clarke looks for something else, the redhead kneels down slowly beside Anyas cage, a low groan vibrating out of her lungs at the painful motion, and she tries to pry the lock open with her scalpel. She knows it's not going to work, knows she needs something else to anchor the locking system before she tries to twist it open but it doesn't stop her from trying.
"This isn't real," her mother jibes behind her, "you know that. Do you think hallucinating about helping Anya and her people will prove that you're not a monster?"
Gritting her teeth, Myles ignores the voice of the woman she'd spent over ten years dreaming of hearing again. Against the lock, her left hand trembles again, shaking the metal slightly. Anya watches the red haired teen curiously.
"What happened to you?" The woman demands, and the girls hazel gaze flicks up to stare blankly into the woman's dark eyes.
Myles doesn't answer as Clarke grunts to her left, yanking something from the wall. The blonde rushes over with a thin metal pipe, and shoves it through the lock as Myles pulls her scalpel back.
"Oh, damn it," Clarke curses as she tries to break the padlock open.
Disorientated hazel eyes glance around as she stays knelt down beside Clarke. Hands reach out to the two girls, begging them for help. The sound of the lock snapping draws Myles' attention back to Anya as Clarke yanks the broken lock from around the cage bars and opens the door.
"Okay," the blonde breathes, "come on. Quick." Both the redhead and Clarke reach their arms out to carefully grasp Anya. "You're okay."
Paranoid hazel and blue eyes scan around, frantically checking for danger. As the weak woman is almost half pulled out of the cage, Myles' eyes land on the familiar Doctor Tsing entering the room beside the upside down grounders. The red haired teens veins turn to ice, and her left arm shakes vigorously again as Myles frantically shoves Anya and Clarke into the metal cage. Clarke whips her head around to see what's got her red haired friend so panicked.
"Get back in," Clarke quietly orders, quickly helping the woman back into the cage and tugging the injured redhead in with them.
Searing pain courses through Myles' tortured body, making her head pound and nausea bubble up her throat. Ducking her head down to avoid the doctors cold, brown eyes, Myles watches as Clarke silently pulls the door shut. Blue eyes turn to the hyperventilating redhead in concern and Anya leans forward as the doctor saunters down to the rows of pleading grounders. The cries and groans of the trapped people only seem to escalate, becoming louder and louder the closer the woman walks to them.
"Hey," Clarke whispers to Anya, halting her from reaching out. "No."
Doctor Tsing walks to a tall container against the wall, as she slides the small door open, a light flicks on inside of the compartment. Myles can't see what's inside and her attention is quickly diverted to a woman in a cage across from them. The girls hands grip the metal bars in front of her and her whole body rocks back and forth, slamming the locked metal door against the cage loudly. Clenching her jaw, Myles watches as the doctor turns to the noise and walks past a couple of cages to reach it. Her heart hammers in her chest and pale, shaking arms jut out to pull Anya and Clarke as far back in the small cage as they can go.
The blondes blue eyes turn to the redhead again, puzzled, and her gentle hand raises up to grip Myles' tightly. Doctor Tsing slowly walks between the rows of kidnapped grounders, and Clarke keeps glancing at the broken padlock on the ground worriedly. Angry hands reach out for the doctor, and she jolts backwards to escape them as they grasp at her desperately. Clarke breathes a sigh of relief, her hand still clutching Myles', as Doctor Tsing walks back to the two hanging by their feet.
She swipes a card over a small, rectangular white block on the wall and the lights on it flicker as it beeps. Red flashes to green and a door slides open, the wicked doctor walking through it as she glances back towards the cages. The second the door clicks shut, Clarke flings open the cage and shoots out of it. Gentle hands help the injured red haired teen first before pulling Anya out of her metal crate.
"Okay," the blonde breathes frantically, "We've gotta go. Now." Anya is very weak, looking as frail as the redhead feels, hunching over as she stands shakily. Clarke hooks one of her arms over her shoulders and Myles follows suit, grunting pitifully in pain as it jars her wounds. "Okay. Here we go. Come on. Okay."
Myles drops her scalpel on the ground as Clarke spins them around, the fast movement causing the redheads open wounds to scream in anguish. They're all breathing harshly, Myles having to take shallow breaths as a fire erupts in her lungs. Clarke pauses uncertainly as they reach the two grounders hanging from a contraption on the ceiling, her blue gaze turning to a warning sign. The sign says in large capital letters; 'DANGER – PROTECTIVE SUITS REQUIRED BEYOND THIS POINT'.
"Okay," Clarke pants, dragging the weak girls over to a dark door labelled with an 'END CONTAINMENT AREA' sign, the words 'MOUNT WEATHER' inscribed under it catches the redheads attention for a moment. The blonde reaches a pale hand out to grasp the doors handle, "Okay."
The blonde struggles with the heavy door, grunting from exertion as she yanks the door open. A loud creaking sounds, bouncing off of the walls as the hinges on the door twist. As soon as the door is open, Clarke surges forward into the small room the door leads to, whipping her head around determinedly. It's not as dark as the previous room, but not as bright as the room they'd tortured the red haired teen in. A fan spins on one wall, the blinds covering it giving the room a reddish tint. On the floor is a large square, rusted metal sheet with a line down the middle and three circles across it.
Clarke stops suddenly, confused at the dead-end they've found themselves in. The heavy door shuts loudly behind them, and the blonde drops her hold on Anya to whirl around. Without Clarke helping keep the woman up, Myles falls forward, slamming into the light-grey painted brick wall as she drops her hold on the woman as well. Anya stands by herself in the middle of the room as Myles squeaks against the wall, her breaths becoming more and more painful the more she moves. Tilting her head, but still keeping her head pressed against the cool brick wall, hazel eyes glance at Clarke as she struggles to open the door with no handle, mashing her fingers into the cracks to try and pry it open.
A bright yellow light flashes above them as a shrill beeping sounds repetitively. Clarke looks up in fear, stepping back to stand beside Anya as Myles bites her tongue hard to stop herself from crying out in agony.
"What is that?" Anyas fearful voice asks, her head tilted back as she looks above her.
Blue eyes turn to the woman and she starts to shake her head before her gaze locks on the struggling redhead.
"Are you oka – " Clarke gets cut off as she and Anya shriek, the rusted square sheet under them flying open and dropping them through the floor.
Myles huffs lightly, before stepping forward and falling into the hole after the two. The red haired teen slides roughly down a metal slope with walls, and lands with a hard jolt in a metal container on top of several other bodies. She can't stop the pained squawks that escape her mouth this time as she struggles to take a breath in. Ragged breathing registers in her ears a second before Clarke's voice does.
"You're okay," the blonde rasps, her gentle hands sliding over the redheads broken body. "Oh, my god – oh, my god," Clarke panics, scrambling backwards, and Myles turns her head to face a pale foot.
Lifting her hazel eyes up haltingly, Myles looks at the dozens of dead, and near-dead bodies, they've landed on. People wearing almost the same amount of clothes as the redhead, a scrap of cloth on some of their chests and their underwear. Clarke clambers over the edge of the metal cart, sitting on it as Anya lifts the head of a barely alive man, gasping roughly as he clings to life.
The blonde whips her head to the two still sitting in the cart of bodies, "Come here." Gentle hands lift the squeaking red haired teen up to sit with her on the edge of the cart before turning to Anya, "Anya, take my hand!"
Anya lifts her horrified dark gaze up to the two on the edge of the metal cart with their hands extended towards her. Slowly, the woman raises her hand to grasp Clarke's as the two teens pull her up. Clarke and Anya jump off of the cart to land on the ground, and Myles stops herself from turning to them. Sitting and straddling the cart by herself, the red haired teen leans her forehead forward to rest her hot face against the cool metal as her body protests. Frantic hands grab at the girls wounded body and pull her to the ground, steadying her as she lands with a yelp.
"You're okay," Clarke soothes, lifting Myles' arm over her shoulders. "You're okay. Let's go."
Anya is leaning against the cart, the three of them breathing heavily as they spin their heads around, terrified. They're standing on a rail, like a train track, in the middle of a long cave. Hazel eyes glance to the metal cart and recognise it from photographs from the Ark; it's a mine-cart. Several mine-carts sit on the tracks around them, one end leading and stopping at a door just behind them and the other leading down a dark tunnel.
"We're out," Clarke breathes in relief, turning herself and Myles to face Anya. Her blue gaze spots a pile of grounders shoes and clothes by the door and she drags the redhead over to them, "Hey. Come on, get dressed. We can't cover any ground like this."
As the blonde speaks, she unhooks herself from the red haired teen to pick up garments and pass them to Myles before holding on to some herself. The wounds over Myles' body are open, the only ones being even slightly covered are the lightly stitched together stab wound in her left thigh and the hole in her stomach from the metal beam that went through her. Clarke wastes no time bundling up as many clothes and shoes as she can carry, but the red haired teen doesn't make a move, staring blankly at the materials in her arms.
"I won't leave my people behind," Anya proclaims from her spot leaning against the mine-cart.
Blonde hair whips around as Clarke turns to the woman and marches over to her, dumping everything in her arms back on the ground and leaving the injured redhead as she kneels tiredly on the floor.
"Anya," Clarke pleads, "listen to me. My people are still inside that place, too." Myles turns her head to face the teen as she speaks, the words spinning rapidly through her brain, "but they have guards. They have weapons. Once we get out of here, we can find help. We can come back – "
The monologue works for the redhead, lifting a thick long-sleeved shirt over her head slowly as her body screams. Myles can only put one arm through, her good arm, unable to lift her broken left hand and thread it through the material as her chest and abdomen restrict the movement.
"There is no 'we'," Anya refutes, and the blonde freezes as Myles tries to pull on shoes loosely, not bothering to tie them up.
Chatters sounds from down the dark, long cave and the three of them pause, their hearts beating out of their chests.
"Someone's coming," Anya weakly states, pushing off of the cart as Myles scoops up a small handful of the clothes Clarke had dropped before standing gingerly and making her way over to them.
Fire light flickers down the tunnel, heading for them and Clarke panics, "not just someone." Turning around, she tears the garments from Myles' hands, tossing them into an empty mine-cart haphazardly and lifting the redhead quickly over the cool edge, "reapers."
Anya turns, stumbling over to a pile of rocks against the cave wall, "Hey. Anya, you can't fight," the blonde tries to help the woman, directing her over to the cart as Myles stays exactly how she landed on the ice cold cart floor. "You can barely stand," Anya doesn't stop, lifting up a rock and moving to clamber past the teen. "I have a better idea. Come on."
Clarke throws an arm around Anya and hauls her to the empty cart with Myles already in it. The weak woman drops the stone before starting to climb in and Clarke pushes her feet up, making her fall into the injured redhead as she lies on the empty carts floor. It's a beat before Clarke appears, dumping more clothing and shoes into the mine-cart before jumping in quickly. The strange mens voices inch closer and closer, the fire light flickers on the wall above them as they walk up to the cart.
Screwing her eyes shut, Myles holds her breath, attempting her best to appear dead as the men walk past their cart. Their heavy footsteps trudge down farther, before turning suddenly. Dull grunts sound from above them as bodies of grounders are thrown on top of the three girls. Hazel eyes snap open at the feeling of something heavy landing on her body and her gaze locks on a barely-alive man. His eyes stare widely at Anya as she lay beside the redhead, desperate rasps belting out of his lips. Several more bodies rain down on top of them, the three of them continuing to play dead.
Suddenly, the bodies stop coming. The reapers talk amongst themselves in what sounds like mumbled gibberish for a moment before the cart starts moving. As the mine-cart shifts, so does Myles' empty stomach, feeling the movement deep inside of her gut. A man grunts above Anya and Myles as he slowly pushes the creaking mine-cart down the tracks. Blank hazel lock on frantic blue through pale limbs as they are gradually pushed along the rails to go down the dark tunnel. The dehydrated redhead licks her dry and cracked lips, the parched girls mouth making the teen feel as if she's turning to stone.
After several agonising minutes, the cart halts, a dull thud resonating through the bodies piled on top of them. Anya turns her head beside the red haired teen, but Myles' gaze is still stuck on the blondes blue as they switch between the two fearfully. Chatter sounds around them, and two men stand at the edge of the mine-cart out of the corner of the redheads eyes, making Anya wheeze beside her. The reapers lean in and grab a barely-alive man, throwing him over the metal edge with an animalistic grunt.
It's silent for a short moment, the only sounds Myles can hear are the rugged breaths around her and the heavy stomps of the reapers feet. A wet, slicing sound echoes in the tunnel before a shrill scream bursts out from the man they'd taken from the cart. Clarke moves at the sound, lightly shoving the bodies piled on top of her away to lift her head. The blonde slowly brings herself up to a sitting position, peeking her blue eyes over the edge of the cart to watch the reapers for a moment.
Her breath gets caught in her throat and she whips blonde hair around to face the two girls she helped break out of Mount Weather. The teen is covered in blood, the bleeding bodies that were dumped on them spilling deep red that matches the colour of Myles' hair all over the three.
"Okay," Clarke breathes out urgently, gentle hands moving to pull a eerily still Myles up. "Come on."
Myles doesn't move to sit up until Clarke yanks harder at her limp arm, forcing the teen to move. Anya slowly rolls up beside her and looks down at one of the bodies in the cart sorrowfully. When Anya doesn't immediately follow the two to the edge of the cart, blue eyes spin around again. The woman is stroking a dying mans face gently, it's a stark difference to the Anya they know, the soft look in her eyes showing how badly seeing her people like this is affecting her. Clarke delicately helps the injured teen clamber over the metal edge to land roughly on the dirt before leaning towards the woman.
"What are you doing?" The blonde whispers frantically, "let's go."
Anyas dark eyes look up at the two before flicking down at the man again, "Yu gonplei ste odon." [AN: "your fight is over"]
The second the words are out of her mouth, the brunette twists her arms sharply, snapping the mans neck and killing him. Clarke and Anya stare at each other for a moment before they're both moving to jump out of the mine-cart, tossing the clothes and shoes over the edge with them. Myles watches blankly as the reapers feast on the still alive man, tearing at his skin with their teeth. The two girls have picked up all of the garments and surge forward to round a corner in the tunnel, jolting Myles' attention back to them and she limps slowly behind them. Clarke turns around to face her and hooks her good arm over the blondes shoulders, helping her move more quickly through the winding tunnels.
Myles' bad arm is still stuck under her shirt, the girl being too sore to pull it through the hole, and is still pants-less. The red haired teens loose boots slip and slide up her heel, rubbing at the skin above her socks uncomfortably, as they walk through the dimly lit cave. It's an awkward venture, the weak woman and injured Myles stumbling blindly across the dirt as they frantically try and find an exit, new tunnels appearing constantly with no hint at where each turn leads. The group quickly gets dressed as they move, Clarke helping the redhead pull her broken hand through her shirt, tie her shoes and tugs on a pair of pants for her. The grounders clothes are much warmer than the Arkers, keeping Myles comfortable as her body flushes feverishly.
The drill holes in her skull, chest, shin and hipbone are uncovered, and nothing has been done to clean the small incisions and large needle marks from the biopsies. As Clarke dresses the girl, she quickly checks over her irritated injuries with deep worry lines across her forehead before hurriedly dragging her forward again.
"That woman," Anya implores as they trample through the dimly lit caves, "in white." Myles knows instantly who she's referring to, unable to stop the panicked flinch that radiates through her or the tremor in her left arm. Anyas dark eyes watch her for a moment, "She did this to you."
Myles doesn't answer her, even as Clarke turns her concerned gaze to her. Instead, the red haired teen swallows drily, and pointedly refuses to meet their eyes. They turn down another tunnel and the blonde tears her attention away from the conversation.
"Damn it," she curses quietly in frustration, "this place is a maze."
Anya falls behind the two teens, coughing, and Clarke halts, spinning around to face her. Myles groans lowly at the jarring movement, closing her eyes briefly in pain.
Anyas dark eyes stare into the redheads hazel, "What are they doing to us?"
"They use your blood," Clarke explains quickly. "I saw a solider come in with radiation burns. Hours later, he was fine. It's like your blood is healing them somehow." Blue eyes jut to Myles for a moment, "what they did to you is different. It's like they drilled into every part of your body to see what your insides were like. I think our people are gonna be next. I've never seen anything like it." Blonde hair whirls around as she drags the red haired teen back the way they were heading, "come on. This way."
Anyas footsteps don't follow them, however, and Myles digs in her heels, gently yanking Clarke around to look at the woman.
"Hey," Clarke calls to Anya, letting go of Myles to chase after her as she heads back the way they came. "Hey. What are you doing?" The blonde jogs in front of Anya, halting her, "that's the way back to the reapers."
"You go your way, I'll go mine," Anya mutters in reply, starting to move forward again.
"Anya," Clarke pleads, "we need to stick together."
The brunette woman whips around, "I told you, there is no 'we'."
"We saved your life," the blonde reminds her, and Anya snaps back at her.
"You saved my life because you need me," the woman claims, "I know the way back to your people. I know where the traps are hidden. You two would never make it alone."
"Myles has spent the past month hunting," Clarke declares, "in your land. Sneaking in and out of your camps. She's dodged every trap, and mapped them out for other hunters." The blonde shakes her head in frustration as Myles leans heavily against the rock wall, "we don't have time for this." Clarke starts walking backwards towards the redhead, "Our best chance of making it out of here alive is together." The teen hooks the red haired girls arm around her shoulders again and surges forward hurriedly, "all we can do is keep moving and hope – "
Clarke cuts herself off as she twists her head to look back at the woman, only to notice that she's nowhere in sight. The blonde slips from under Myles again to jog down the tunnel toward the reapers.
"Anya," Clarke whispers urgently, "Anya."
A red light shines through one of the tunnels, and the redhead limps forward. Tripping over herself as she reaches for Clarke, and tugging her to keep running away. Clarke breathes jaggedly, hooking her arms around Myles and they start moving as fast as they can. Their fur covered boots pound and slide roughly against the dirt floor as they continue down the caves, twisting and turning through random tunnels and bends, hoping for one to lead to the outside world. Water drips down from above randomly, sprinkling the Arkers with cool droplets.
Myles' mother has yet to make another appearance, vanishing along with Bellamy and Marcus, and the thought makes the red haired teen question what little she understands of reality right now. She's still convinced this is another, long-winded hallucination, that any second Clarke will turn on her or she'll blink and be back in that torture room. Every second she doesn't see a previous hallucination, she's more sure that what's happening in front of her isn't real.
It's strange feeling; as if she's in a dream. Knowing that she could do anything, say anything and there wouldn't be any repercussions. That it'll all melt in front of her eyes and she'll wake up, having imagined the whole ordeal. Like she's watching a movie, sitting right up close to the screen and waiting for it to end. Watching the scenes play out with a detached air about her, as if she's a button that doesn't fit through her hole.
It's like she's in a group and watching the wrong movie. Everyone else is viewing the same film, interacting with it and understanding the plot, and then there's Myles. Sitting to the side, the redhead feels like she's watching a horror movie about grounders being drained of their blood and eaten alive, but the people around her are seeing a comedy about bridesmaids.
Rounding another bend, the two dig their heels in and hurry backwards as they see a reaper in front of them, running in the opposite direction with a torch in his hand. The men shout and holler, torch lights flickering a bright glow across the rocky tunnel walls. Spinning around to back out of the tunnel, a reaper greets them, walking towards them from the way they came. Tense muscles, panicked heavy breathing and searing pain is all the red haired teen can seem to wrap her mind around as Clarke spins them around again.
Clarke bolts forward, dragging a quickly deteriorating Myles with her. They only make it a couple of metres before another reaper emerges from a turn up ahead, and the blonde beside her starts to have a breakdown as they're cornered, Myles fading in and out of consciousness.
"No," Clarke whispers frantically, spinning around in circles as black spots appear in the red haired teens vision. "No, no, no, no, no, no. Please."
The reapers close in, surrounding the teens and growling ferociously. Clarke and Myles back up until their backs are against the cool stone, breathing heavily. Reapers come in close as Clarke begs them, twitching their heads and making low guttural sounds at the girls as they inch forward. Myles isn't too worried, shutting her hazel eyes and waiting for the horrific sounds of Doctor Tsing and green-eyes to start back up again. When they're so close they could reach out and grab the two teens, a high pitched wailing shrieks loudly from behind them. Snapping her eyes open, the redhead sees all of the reapers cover their ears and cower in fear, groaning at the shrill noise. Men in thick suits and gas masks, looking like exact replicas of the men who grabbed Myles from the delinquents camp, with bright flashlights point a radio at the reapers and march towards the teens.
"Get back," a suit-clad man demands sternly, "get the hell away from them."
Clarke tenses beside a now-fully-awake Myles, the redheads left arm jitters subconsciously around her shoulders and blue eyes turn from the rapidly approaching men to the red haired teen quickly. The suited men chase the reapers away with the shrill screeching coming from the radio before turning to the teens.
"Myles and Clarke Griffin," a man calls, sounding slightly muffled from behind his gas mask and shining his white flashlight at the girls. "You're coming with us."
Blue eyes turn to blank hazel, the gazes locking on each other in alarm. Myles' whole body is now vibrating noticeably, her panicked rapid breathing matching her irregular heartbeat, as the interaction has the effect of drenching the redhead in ice cold water. The red haired teen no longer feels like she's going to faint, instead being plagued by the sense of falling, the dryness of her mouth being long since forgotten as her heart pounds painfully against her chest. Gloved hands reach towards the teens and Myles forgets how to breathe, choking on air as her chest constricts.
Stumbling backwards, Myles collides roughly with the stone wall behind them. The world before her tilts, seeing things as though through tunnel vision, as the blonde stands in front of her face. It takes Myles a second to recognise Clarke, her vision blurring, melding together with memories from the medical room that housed her torture. The feeling of hands on her lingers, Clarke's desperate grip on the girls shoulders is completely unregistered, like the words flowing from her mouth. Knowing that if she goes back, she'll have to go through more of the torture terrifies the girl, the merciless experiments conducted on her flashing through her mind at a speed that rivals her racing heart.
Her arms and legs tingle with numbness, the pricking feeling of being stabbed with pins and needles is the first thing the red haired teen becomes aware of as she is brutally tugged back to the present by Clarke's hands on her face. She can feel herself vibrating under the blondes pleading grip, the grit and grime on her face scraping against her skin as she trembles. Her shaking makes her free-flowing, long, red hair catch and pull uncomfortably against the rock wall. Myles still feels like she's drowning, excruciating blasts in her chest making her feel as if she's dying slowly, but Clarke's garbled words finally start to reach her terrorised mind.
"That's it," Clarke soothes, the words sounding far away. "You're okay. You're with me, I won't let them hurt you again." Frantic hazel eyes blink, violently shaking pale hands raising to rest clumsily against the blondes to ground herself, "You're okay. You're doing great, just keep listening to my voice. Just like that. You're okay. You're okay."
Myles goes to speak to the blonde haired teen for the first time, but only a strained squeak comes out of her dry lips.
"It's okay," Clarke comforts, fingers rubbing slightly in the dirt caked on her face. "We're gonna be okay."
If Myles' battered lungs could take a full breath in, they would. Instead, hazel eyes jut back towards the patiently waiting Mount Weather guards. The second her eyes land on them, their hands reach forward and pull the girls harshly to move down a tunnel.
"You had your time," a man gruffly states, pointing his gun at the teens, "now let's go."
Clarke's hand grips Myles good hand tightly, the two following the commands of the men. Truth be told, Myles didn't really care if she was shot right now, but the weapons pointed at Clarke stop her from making any rash decisions. The redhead still believes this is some twisted dream that won't have any impact on real life, but Myles can't bear to watch another person close to her get hurt or die.
They walk back the way they came silently – or, at least, the way Myles thinks they came. After her panic attack, the red haired teen sinks deeply back into her detached state. Time warps, moving fast and slow all at once, making the redhead feel as though she's sleep-walking. Its not until they see the end of the mine-carts rail leading to the Mount Weather doors that Myles starts to slowly tune back in to her surroundings.
Harsh hands grip her arms causing the teens skin to prickle and her left arm to tremble, the redheads hand having been torn away from Clarke's at some point during the journey. Whipping her long, red hair around as her head frantically searches for her friend, hazel eyes spot her being handled similarly right beside her. Blue eyes turn to meet her gaze and something inside of the blonde seems to snap.
"I saw everything," Clarke informs the men, "I know what you're doing to them."
"That's why you're both going in the harvest chamber with them," one of the men snarks as he breathes deeply through his mask.
One of the men holding the red haired teens arms drops his hold as the group comes to a halt a metre away from the doors. The man walks forward to press on a keypad beside the metal doorframe. Shades of blue and red lights shine from the small rectangular box as the man holds his finger on a button.
"Alpha-Delta Two," the man greets, speaking into the keypad. "We've reached the intake. Two prisoners in custody."
Alarmed blue turn to blank hazel as the man lets go of the button and steps back. Another voice floats through the radio on the wall.
"Your mission was to bring back all three of them," someone reprimands, "the outsider cannot be allowed to leave this mountain. Alpha-Delta One is coming out now."
Almost on cue, a woman's loud screaming echoes in the long tunnel as Anya jumps out from behind a mine-cart. Anya lands on one of the men, tackling him and Myles rears her head back to smash her forehead into the man holding her under her armpit. Clarke and Anya are preoccupied with beating up the other men, leaving the injured red haired teen to fend for herself. Dizzily, Myles uses the mans stunned pause to her advantage, flinging her unbroken hand up to grip the suit covering his head and bash it into her quickly raising knee.
Her body screams, and it seems the energy that had suddenly appeared has left her as quickly as it came. The man stumbles for a second as the disoriented redhead falls to the side. Kicking her feet to the side to catch herself, Myles hits the ground hard and moans loudly in pain.
"His mask!" Clarke calls out as Myles tries desperately not to pass out.
One by one, the now unmasked men gasp loudly before starting to shriek as two pairs of arms yank the red haired teen up.
"I found a way out," Anya claims, leading the two teens back down the tunnel. "This way."
Anya and Clarke start dragging the redhead quickly, trying to run as fast as possible in the right direction. Clarke digs her heels in suddenly, spinning around and ducking out from under Myles broken arm before returning with one of the men's guns. Just as the blonde slips under Myles' arm again to help Anya drag her, a beeping and a heavy whoosh sounds from behind the three girls as the Mount Weather doors open. Despite the burning sensation covering her body, the red haired teen forces her legs to participate, slamming them hard into the ground in the hopes of speeding up their momentum.
Within minutes, Anya leads them to blinding bright sunlight. Skidding to a stop as the tunnel suddenly ends, the two teens look down to see they're on a cliff. Under them is a huge waterfall, spewing water down to a large dam. Dread fills the redhead distantly, the knowledge that they were raised in space and have never learnt to swim hanging in the tense air.
"Wait," Clarke hesitates as Anya drops her hold of Myles, "There has to be another way."
"There isn't!" Anya yells back as heavy footsteps echo behind them.
"Just give up," a new group of men from Mount Weather declares. Clarke and Myles both turn to look at the group pointing their guns at them, "you got no place else to go."
Anya leaps forward, jumping off of the edge of the cliff without any further delay as Clarke breathes heavily in terror. Myles slips out from under the blondes arm as Clarke screams out Anyas name.
"Anya!"
"We don't have to kill you two," a man says through his mask, "do you hear me? It doesn't have to end like this."
Clarke continues to hesitate, her blue gaze flying as it switches from staring down the steep cliff and back at the men. The memories of her torture in Mount Weather flicker behind hazel eyes, and Myles reaches forward. Using every last shred of her strength, Myles shoves Clarke over the edge, before jumping down after her. Clarke screams shrilly as they both plummet to the clear water, the gun soaring through the air beside them.
Myles had read many books about life on Earth, and had watched dozens of movies. In a lot of them, jumping from extremely heights to land in water was a common theme, the activity looking like complete and utter fun. The red haired teen could never, and did never, imagine it would hurt so badly. Crashing through the wet surface felt like she'd landed on a stone slab covered in glass, the transparent material shattering sharply around her. Water floods into her open wounds, the feeling of the cold liquid slipping and sliding inside of her torn flesh is horrifying, the piercing stinging scraping painfully under her skin.
The air is completely knocked out of her lungs, stilling the girl for a moment and allowing herself to sink deeper into the beautiful water before desperate limbs flail. Opening her hazel eyes burns powerfully, blinding the girl, and Myles quickly screws them shut again as her nose tries to take a sharp inhale out of shock. The weightless feeling is addicting, mirroring the blank way her head has felt ever since being tortured. Kicking and throwing her hands through the water uselessly, her limbs move heavily as if muffled by the liquid. It doesn't take more than a moment before her untrained lungs burn from lack of oxygen, and the red haired teen feels herself floating. Not just in the water, but in her mind as she loses consciousness.
The first thing that greets Myles as she comes back to awareness is the excruciating pain her body is in. Half of her body is submerged in the water still, the searing stinging of the drill holes in her right hip and left shin drawing her attention first. Snapping her eyes open and gasping haggardly, the red haired teen reaches forward with her hands to clamber up the embankment, dragging her legs out of the water. Her swollen left hand distracts the girl for second, the deep black bruising reminding the teen of her broken bones.
Clambering forward, Myles' left arm jitters wildly as her face scrunches up, opening her mouth silently. Shaking hands grasp at the back of her head, the uncovered burr hole in her skull still has the unpleasant feeling of water sitting in the hole and it overtakes her mind. It tickles insufferably, mimicking the sensation of an ice-cold needle grating against her skin. Leaning her forehead into the damp soil in front of her, Myles scoots her injured legs up further, raising her ass in the air slightly as she crumples herself up weakly.
"Oh, poor baby," her mother mutters sarcastically as she steps in front of her, the dark soil shifting and flattening under her feet. The breath catches in Myles' throat, causing the redhead to start choking harshly. Hazel eyes flick up to look at the beautiful dead woman who she remembers as being nothing but kindhearted, "What, you thought I'd still love you after all you've done?" Distraughtly rolling her head in the dirt, Myles rocks back and forth, "that isn't even a fraction of what you deserve."
Taking a loud, stuttering breath in, Myles rakes her fingernails over her head violently, "me. Bellamy. Charlie. Clarke. Rory." As the woman lists names, Myles lifts her head up to come to a kneel, tears pouring down her face as water sloshes around in her head, "Monty. Marcus. Jasper. Finn. Rhys." A strangled noise escapes her chapped lips as Myles sobs, balling up her right fist and smashing it hard into the ground repeatedly. "Atom. Johnny. The Ark. Green-eyes. All those grounders. All those people you left behind at Mount Weather."
Myles keeps punching the damp soil under her until her right hand is bloody and unrecognisable. Leaning forward again as she sobs silently, her bunched up face pulls cruelly at the holes in her head. The red haired girl takes a few desperate breaths in, choking on them each as a scream builds up inside of her. Her brain feels furry and muffled, the world spinning around her dizzily. Slamming both of her hands into the dirt, Myles wrenches open her mouth to let out the scream that is desperately trying to claw its way out.
Nothing happens, not a single sound emitting for a few seconds as she slowly leans forward, her mouth still wide open. Just as she's getting ready to give up on the screech, a small squeak bubbles out instead. Gulping air in, Myles continues to cry as desperate hands claw at her face, before a thought crosses her mind. Lifting teary hazel eyes up again, her mother is nowhere in sight, and neither is Clarke. She's not inside of the medical room or the tunnels anymore, but kneeling on the dark, damp dirt of a forest.
Gingerly moving to a sitting position, Myles flings her wet, long red hair around as she searches for the two she came down with. They're nowhere to be found, making ice flow through her veins. Stumbling to her feet, Myles walks up and down the gigantic dam to search for any sign of Clarke or Anya. After twenty minutes of nothing, the redhead slowly and carefully scales a tree to get her bearings.
The red haired teen has never been this far out before, but even so, hazel eyes can recognise a large river not far in the distance. It's the river they've gotten the red seaweed from before and Myles knows exactly how to get to the delinquents camp from where she is.