Here is chapter 4, I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think and if you enjoyed it! Again, I try to find all of the grammatical errors, but some elude me and I apologize for that. I don't own any of the characters.
Chapter 4. Bound
"Octavia told me your name was Clarke," Bellamy said directing his knife at her. "And that you are called Lincoln." He finished, pointing at Lincoln. She bites the inside of her cheek until iron fills her mouth and she wills herself to look unmoved by his display.
"I don't really care who answers me as long as I get one. Where is your camp?" Bellamy asked looking between the two. Clarke looked to Lincoln and slightly shook her head. Her fingers curl around her own chains, willing Lincoln to keep his head on straight. She understood the word camp and could guess where the question went. She, no they, couldn't afford to give up their main camps location. Apparently, the rest of them weren't as nice and accepting as Octavia, she shouldn't really be surprised. She wondered what Anya must be thinking. It wasn't until tomorrow that she was expected to return so she probably wasn't thinking of anything but killing more councilmembers. A small grin branded her face thinking of the position she must be in right now.
Bellamy seemed to take her smile another way though, thinking she was smiling at him and not taking him seriously. He marched to her, taking her face between his fingers. Lincoln pulled at his own restraints seeing the position Clarke was in.
Her blood start pumping wildly, her eyes not even looking at the knife but the man's face that was holding her. He looked downright serious and determined to get whatever he wanted out of her. Her lips curl back in a snarl, hands itching to claw this man's fingers off of her face. Knowing she can't do much in the position she's in though she settles for tightening her hands into fists, feeling her nails cut into her palm. The fact that he thought he could do something to her to make her utter a word was plain out humorous. Not even Ontari got her to speak and she doubts he could either.
"I'm glad you think this is amusing princess, but I can assure you it's not. I have a man dying downstairs for unknown causes and a lot of people in my camp scared because of you. Which reminds me," Bellamy pulled away, letting her go before walking over to her bag on the floor. Clarke growls in the back of her throat, watching the man stalk away. She watches Bellamy walk back to her, bag in hand before he dumped it at her feet. All of her supplies, her packed food and water, along with her medical supplies she kept with her in case something were to happen, fell out. She glares up at the man, her gaze spitting fire into his as he carelessly handles her items.
He crouched down to her level and pointed to her medical supplies.
"Judging from what I see here you seem to be a doctor of some sorts." Fuck this language barrier. She has no choice but to look to Lincoln, silently asking with her eyes what he said to her.
"He thinks you are a healer. A boy that I attacked when they came in is dying, my blade was coated with the Fernde poison. He believes you can help." Clarke glared back at the man kneeling in front of her, her own mind at war with itself.
All they did so far was help these people and they have the gall to chain them up and hold them as prisoners until they get what they want. She had no reason to help them, the only other reason she would was to hold a peace with these people, but they seemed to have thrown that away with the positions they were in now. She could tell the man, Bellamy, was impatient in front of her, his lips thinning as he watched her stoic face. Her petulant behavior was probably going to cost her
Finally done with her blatant ignoring he took a knife and stalked over to Lincoln, holding it by his throat. Digging it in to his skin he glared back at Clarke.
"You don't help us, you're friend dies. I think the decision should be easy." She knew she shouldn't take the bait so easily. She had no idea if these people were capable of such things but from what they had observed they were nothing but a band of kids, untrained ones. He probably wouldn't kill Lincoln, he didn't nor did any of them seem capable. None of them had killed before, she could tell, the way they held themselves and the looks in their eyes screamed pure innocence. So she didn't take the bait.
Bellamy's lips curled back, seeing she wasn't going to respond. She watched ideas and plan go through his mind, thinking of something he could do to get her to change her mind. She could tell he wasn't going to kill Lincoln. He was harder than the others yes, more capable of things the others weren't she was sure, he held himself higher above them. There was something though preventing him, something she knew was deep down that would stop him from killing Lincoln. It was in the way the knife was against Lincolns skin but his thumb was between the blade and Lincolns skin enough to where it wouldn't cut, on purpose.
His eyes as well, while they were mad and desperate they were also pleading softly to her to help them. Something she could respect, a man who cares about his people enough to possibly do the unthinkable even though she knew he wouldn't. She sighed, her previous anger now more stable and controlled. They do need her help and while they did put them in chains, it was Lincoln who stabbed the poor guy. Besides, they needed peace for their two tribes and helping each other would be a good start.
Glancing over at the agitated man with a knife she slightly nods. Let this be the first steps to peace…
"Ai komba sis au yu." He gazed at her curiously, not knowing what she was saying. Lincoln was about to explain to Bellamy what she said but a loud knocking on the floor door cut him off. Sounds of a woman screeching entered their ears more clearly as the door flung open. Clarke watched as a girl with brown hair and a red jacket appeared crawling out. The snarling look on the girls face screamed desperation. Her fists tightened, her muscles tense.
"What's taking so long?" The girl said walking up to Bellamy. Clarke spotted the black hair of Octavia coming up behind her.
"He stopped breathing." Clarke watched Bellamy stand up straight, going over to the girl.
"What?" The girl shook her head and ran her hands over her head.
"He started back again but next time he might not. We need someone to fix this!" She shouted at Bellamy almost panicked. The girl looked around and spotted Clarke and pointed at her.
"Is that the doctor?" She demanded. She bristles at the woman pointing at her, knowing nothing good was showing in her eyes. Bellamy opened his mouth and closed it, glancing at Clarke.
"Maybe, we don't know Raven, it was her bag. She just said something but I didn't understand it." He reasoned with the girl she now knew as Raven. She watched her huff at Bellamy in distress before stomping to the side of the pod.
"We don't have time to play translator with grounders, Finn is dying and she can save him!" Raven shouted. Clarke watched her as she pulled on some type of wires, causing sparks to fly around. Clarkes heart seized in fear. She had never seen anything like this before, not for torture. She looked to Lincoln in fear who was busy starring at the cables as well. Her heart started beating out of her chest, this new form of harm terrifying her. The cables blasted to life, sparks flying everywhere as Raven touched the two ends together.
The chains rattled as Clarke tried to back away from the cables, her eyes widening in fear.
"Raven what are you doing?" Octavia yelled over the buzzing noise the cables were making. The girls face switched into determination as she sparked the cables near Clarke. A couple sparks hit her arms causing her to flinch and snarl at the woman. She felt the chains digging into her wrists as she pulled on them, fingernails digging new holes into her palms.
"Showing them something new." The girl sparked them a couple more times before planting the ends onto Clarkes body. Her whole nerves system went into shock. The pain traveled everywhere through her, hitting every nerve it could. Her mouth opened to scream in pain, but she was unaware if she was even making a sound. The cables kept pressed to her body as they started to burn her from the inside. The smell of burnt flesh hit her nose as she pulled on the restraints. The worst part was feeling so vulnerable, not being able to stop the pain and cover herself.
Soon she felt the worst of the burning pull off. Her body went limp, not able to hold herself up. Everything her body touched hurt, her nerves almost feeling as if they were burnt away. She could feel her body convulsing and restricting it's muscles in response to the fire that just went through her body. Squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth she heard Ravens voice yelling at her. She almost wanted to laugh. Too bad she couldn't understand what she was saying.
"Help him! How do I get the knife out!" Clarke groaned at how loud the screeching was in her ear. Everything was turning and spinning around her, having never felt this kind of torture before. She could hear a man yell, Lincolns she thought, over beside her.
"Wait, wait! She can't understand you!" All eyes shifted to Lincoln as his frantic words went through them. Ravens attention immediately went to him seeing that he answered her. Clarkes eyes slipped open enough to see Ravens feet disappear from in front of her. Just as she was feeling relieved a hand shot into her hair pulling her head back. The indistinctive sound of the cables was right by her head telling her that Raven moved behind her.
Raven stood behind Clarke, holding the cable directly at her neck as she looked at Lincoln.
"Is she a healer? Can she help Finn?" Her scalp burned as the fingers clawed through it. A low growl went through her throat as she grit her teeth, grinding them against each other, having half the mind to headbutt the girl despite the fact she might be shocked again by the cables.
"She is a healer in our village, she can help. She helped heal Octavia." Octavia nodded her head in agreement.
"If you assholes didn't lock me out I would have been able to tell you that." Octavia said irritably. Clarke watched as Octavia marched towards her, yanking the cables out of Ravens hands.
"She can't quite do it though with you frying her brain." The fingers let her hair go causing her head to snap back forward. She inhales sharply as the pressure released her head, swallowing a lump in throat. The feeling of hands ghosting across her wrists and hands caused her to glance over. Octavia was bent over her hands, giving quick work to the metal that dug into her skin. Her arms fell limp by her sides as she fell slightly forward, Octavia being there to catch her. Acid creeped up her throat, burning its way before she grimaced, swallowing it back down. Her whole body hummed at the new energy that just swept through her body.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing else happens to you or Lincoln." Octavia shushed to her softly. They sat for a moment in peace as Clarke caught her breath. But of course, that didn't last as long as she wanted it to. Hurried footsteps came closer to her before hands went up under her arms and hoisted her up. Her lips snarled back as she tried to wrench her arms out of their hold, whosever's it was.
"Clarke! Clarke, listen," Octavia's face popped in front of her. "Hey, its ok, they aren't going to hurt you anymore." For a moment she bristles at her comment, not really understanding it, but Octavia's expression shows nothing but concern and honesty. Looking to the hands that were holding her she came face to face with Bellamy, their leader. His brow was scrunched together in irritation and concern as they both gazed at each other. Ripping away from his eyes, she sought out Lincoln who was still in the same spot. He was tied up still, arms apart, chained to the wall. He looked at her with a worried expression.
"Come on, we have to get going." The gruff voice of Bellamy said near her ear. She nodded over to Lincoln, signaling to him that she was ok before pushing Bellamy off of her. Her eyes glared at him as she straightened her clothes out and rubbed her wrists, her eyes finding Octavia in front of her.
"Where?" Octavia slowly took one of Clarkes hands and pulled on her to follow. Clarke quickly stopped and pointed at the bag and the contents that were still in the floor. She looked to Bellamy.
"Bring." She didn't wait for him to nod to her before following Octavia down the hatch. She was greeted by a man with longer hair laying on a sort of table, one of Lincolns knifes sticking out of his side. Lincoln told her that the blade was poisoned telling her that she didn't have much time before it started taking affect. She went over beside him and looked over the wound. It was in between his second and third rib meaning it could have punctured a lung.
She felt his chest, seeing if she could see if there was fluid in his lungs by his breathing. Feeling none she sighed in relief. If there had been fluid she didn't really know how she'd be able to fix it, she didn't exactly have the right tools. She looked to someone who surrounded her the closest being the Raven girl.
"Can you help him?" The girl pleaded to Clarke. Sadly, she wasn't getting much of her sympathy. Clarke shot a glare at her, making the girl slightly jerk back. Clarke moved her eyes to Octavia and handed her a bowl and cloth.
"Water." Octavia quickly nodded before running out of the pod. Clarke sighed as she looked at the knife wound. If she didn't do this right he could die. Too far to the left and it would catch the rib, making it harder to pull out meaning she would have to make the wound bigger trying to wiggle it out. Too far to the right and it may pierce his lung. Clarke snorted. Of course it had to be this complicated.
Octavia came quickly with the water and cloth, placing them beside Clarke. She steadied herself, placing one hand on the blade and another right beside it.
'One..two...three.' Clarke thought before she started to slide it out slowly, trying to avoid making the wound bigger. Inch by inch she slid the blade out, careful to slide it straight out. Two agonizing minutes later it was finally out, the wound bleeding profusely. Thankfully that was normal. She watched his eyes flutter open before locking with hers. Surprisingly no panic showed in them, only genuine curiosity. Clarke opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what to say to the man before she was pushed out of the way by Raven.
She huffed at the girls' actions before gripping Ravens shoulder and pulling her away. The girl looked ready to bite her head off before Clarke held up her hand at her then pointed at the man's prone figure.
"Not done. Move." Clarke brushed past her, getting back into her spot she was at before. As she continued working the close the wound she felt the man's eyes on her. It was slightly annoying as it burned into her skin, her senses telling her plain out he was starring. She had thought she heard them call him Finn, or at least the Raven girl did.
She spared a glance at him from the corner of her eye as she finished stitching the wound. He was still starring at her. Feeling a shiver go up her spine, not knowing what to do she excused herself from his stare. She pivoted to Raven and pointed to his side.
"Cover." Raven had no opposition to taking her place and finally Clarke felt the burning of the eyes leave her skin. She looked around the metal pod, skipping over the unknown faces as she tried to spot her bag. It was of course beside their leader who was just standing in the corner looking slightly lost. She shouldn't be surprised, she did ask him to get it. Her nervous tick kicked in as she reached for her sword. She shouldn't have felt disappointment as her fingers touched nothing but air. She would have to ask for that back later. Slowly making her way to the man they locked eyes.
It was almost awkward. She hated awkward. Standing in front of him with no pressure, panic, or fear, she could actually get a better look at him. The drawing she made looked almost identical to the man standing in front of her. The only thing that was different were his eyes. They were much more intense then she thought they would be. Those intense eyes were looking right through her.
She cleared her throat, straightening herself, trying to seem more serious. Pointing to her bag in his hand she nodded towards it, trying to tell him to hand it to her. He seemed lost in thought for a moment staring at her and while his stare burned, it was…different from the man Finn's stare. Definitely not uncomfortable but almost nagging, her body was screaming that he was staring into her. She cleared her throat again, more loudly this time, gaining his attention. His stare swiveled over her face now, the sound bringing him out of whatever he was thinking.
She looked down to the bag he was holding a pointed to it once again. His gaze following the direction her finger was pointing to, finally understanding what she meant.
"Oh, here ya go princess." He said gruffly as he handed the bag to her. She snatched the bag from his hand before rummaging through it. She was looking for a small vile with a pinkish liquid. She let out laugh of victory as her hand felt the smoothness of this small glass vile. Brining it out of the bag, she set her bag down before walking towards Finn. Putting her hand on his chest and forehead, she felt his temperature.
His skin felt clammy and hot, which wasn't good but at least he wasn't seizing yet. She opened the bottle and slowly poured the liquid into his mouth, making sure his head was tilting up as she didn't want to spill any. When the liquid was completely gone she laid Finns head back down, his eyes shining with gratitude at her. A hand grasped her forearm causing her to give Finn her attention again.
"Thank you..for saving me." His voice cracked from having no water in a while. Not only did she feel Finns eyes now, but she also felt Ravens. Giving him a tight smile, the most neutral smile she could, she nodded at him before backing away. Octavia then took her place, checking on Finn and Raven.
She sighed before going over to the bowl of water and washed her hands, trying to get what blood was stuck to them off as much as she could. Footsteps approached her from behind causing her to look towards their direction. Bellamy stood beside her, looking at odds with himself. He sighed, almost irritably before finally looking at her.
"Thanks…for saving Finn." He said it like it pained him to say it. Even though she could tell he didn't want to tell her thank you a small smile formed on her lips. At least he was being kind and offering thanks. She bowed her head in acknowledgement, the smile still there. He noticed it and slightly glared at it, still not fully trusting nor happy about them being here. She dried off her hands and pointed up above her, trying to tell him she was going up where Lincoln was. Grabbing her bag she headed up.
Lincoln was still in the same place as she left him, head down in worry. Two other men were standing beside him, guarding him to make sure he didn't try anything. As her head popped out the two men stood to attention, now aware of her presence. They watched her crawl up and stand. Keeping eye contact with them the entire time she slowly walked over to Lincoln.
"Lincoln?" Lincolns head shot up at her voice, a relieved look on his face.
"Clarke, are you ok?" His eyes started searching her face and body, looking for any injuries they might have inflicted on her while she was down there. She laughed at him lightly.
"I'm fine. The question is are you ok?" Her healing instincts kicked in as she started looking him over.
"Anything hurt specifically?" She asked as she felt his arms and torso, looking for any fractured bones or pulled muscles. He shook his head at her. She sat back and sighed, happy they didn't hurt him before she had woken up before.
"What are we going to tell Anya?" Lincoln softly asked her. Clarke glared at the thought of having to explain all of this to Anya. She's gonna be pissed finding out all of this started because of her. Worry fills her as she thinks what their commander and friend will think when she doesn't return at her designated time. It was usually about three days and after that a party would search for you but she feared Anya herself would take up the mission for this one.
"I don't know Lincoln…the truth I would assume, we can't lie to her. And this is all even if we get out of here.." She muttered to herself. She glanced at the two guys behind her still, probably trying to figure out what the hell they were saying. Her jaw clenched thinking of the situation they were in. Not knowing if you're going to live or die is a funny thing but it's a moment that isn't new to her but an old friend, one she's been with for years. The plans these people could have for them is unfathomable but at least she knew they needed them, well her at least. They know though without Lincoln there is no her.
"I'm gonna see if they'll let you go so you can relay the message to Anya. And if they don't then maybe Octavia can get you out. I don't know what these Sky people are planning but you have to make it quick, we need Anya's diplomatic brain here." Lincoln immediately disagreed, shaking his head in a firm no.
"No, I'm not leaving you here. Think of something else." Lincoln insisted. She snorted at him and looked at him like he was crazy.
"First of all, they can already tell I'm an asset considering I'm a healer. I know parts of old English so a full on translator such as yourself is not needed. Plus we need to get in contact with Anya. I don't know how many days have passed but my trek was only supposed to last three days at the most. If she finds us before we get to her you can kiss peace and that Octavia girl goodbye." He glared at her after she mentioned Octavia. Did he think he could hide much from her? His strange infatuation with the Sky person was easy to see.
"Do you see my point now? Plus I wouldn't have you leave until I get my sword back, I'll be fine." She smiled reassuringly at him. The sword part was probably not on the table but he needed to get to Anya. He stared her down, weighing his options before finally sighing.
"Fine. Talk to Octavia first and see what she can do." Lincoln conceded. Clarke nodded and stood up.
"I'll see what I can do about these too." She said grabbing onto the chains on his wrists. She glanced at the two men who had given up on trying to decipher what they were saying. She gave one last look to Lincoln before climbing back down the pod.
Putting both feet on the ground she turned around. Raven was still tending to Finn while Octavia and Bellamy were in a corner bickering quietly. Octavia must have caught her eye because she stopped talking when she saw her. Bellamy looked over to see what Octavia stopped for, finding her. The sky girl said something else quietly to Bellamy before limping over to her with a smile.
"Hey Clarke, sorry about everything… is Lincoln alright?" Hearing the words Lincoln and alright she nodded to her. Glancing at Octavia's leg she noticed for the first time she was actually walking on it, something she wasn't really supposed to be doing so soon. Raising her eye brow she pointed to Octavia's leg. She thinks she got the hint because Octavia's face turned a small shade of pink as she laughed dismissively.
"It's feeling better, I'll try to keep off it more." Clarke was going to assume she knew to stay off of it at this point, not fully knowing what her response meant.
Clarke glanced above her. Her hand went to her right wrist and rubbed, looking back down at the girl in front of her, hoping she understood she meant the chains.
"Unlock hand?" Octavia looked at her curiously before she saw her rubbing her wrist. She watched the girl smile in understanding.
"Unlock his wrist." Octavia laughed. Clarke grinned sheepishly at her.
"Unlock his wrist." Clarke copied what she said, making sure to pronounce everything correctly. Octavia sighed and looked back to the scowling Bellamy.
"Um…trying." Octavia gave her a thumbs up, hoping it was enough. Trying? They had to do better than trying if she was going to be as friendly as she has been. She nodded to Octavia before marching towards Bellamy. Both of their scowls very clear to each other.
"Unlock his wrists. Now." She hissed at him .The fact that this arrogant asshole thought he could keep her friend locked up like an animal after she just saved one of their lives was beyond laughable. Bellamy's eyes widened briefly before his scowl morphed into a slight glare.
"No." He spit back at her, a smug look on his face. Her eyes narrowed, as did his, slightly glaring at one another in a match. Her jaw clenched as she killed him with her eyes, this man had too much nerve. She had never wanted to punch someone so much before. It wasn't even what he said. It was how she watched his face morph into different, angry looks and then end on a smug little smile. The tension around them was beyond thick, Clarke realized that, so it was of no surprise when Octavia came to try to snuff out the fire between them.
"Bell, we can't keep him up there chained after what Clarke did for us and me. It's not right." Clarke heard her pleading tone and looked back to Bellamy. His expression softened slightly before looking back to Clarke. He stared for a while before sighing, running his hands over his face.
"If I was to let him go, why would I?" He explained asking Clarke. She stared at him blankly, frustrated at her own stupidity because she couldn't understand more than half of what he just said and it irked her to no end. She did not like him having a one up between them. He waited for her to answer until he realized she couldn't understand him. He rolled his eyes in frustration causing Clarke to glare at him. He sighed and started over.
"Why release him?" Ok she could slightly work with that. What she couldn't work with though, is his demeaning tone, like it took all of his energy to repeat something to her.
"Give message to Commander before come here to kill." Fuck why was she so bad at old English and why the hell didn't she pay attention. Even she would laugh at how unorganized that came out. She was surprised she even remembered this much considering she slept most of their teachings.
"You mean, to give a message to our Commander before she comes to kill us." Clarke listened to him speak carefully, wanting to remember every word he used and how he pronounced it because she was NOT going to mess up again and she was going to learn this if it killed her. Shouldn't be too hard.
"To give a message to our Commander before she comes to kill us." She repeated back. Bellamy glanced at her, the smallest smile touching his lips. Why was he smiling. She fucked it, yep she fucked it up. Her fists tightened, and she willed herself not to pull her own hair out, or his and wipe that stupid small smirk shit off of his face.
"No, you," He pointed her. "Say you, not us. Us is the Sky people." He waved his hands around them, pointing at the rest of them. Clarke looked around, understanding what he was meaning. Us is them, not her, her is you, simple enough.
"Yes. I no part, only Sky people." He stared at her before letting out a laugh. His whole face lit up and she swore he looked ten years younger and yes while his face may look nice he was still laughing at her. He looked back up at her, a smile still on his face. She noticed that half smirk that marked his face and she must have been studying it too hard because one appeared on her face as well against her own free will. He seemed to be a trickster in true form and she was really starting to hate him because of it.
Well I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think and if you have anything to share for improvement I'd be happy to listen, thanks!
