Brave New World

Chapter 4: Familiarity

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Bellamy

I couldn't believe it. I was literally to shocked to move, my body failed to obey my mind. I'd gone on a walk, frustrated with the snoring Finn, and to paranoid to rest. Seeing as it was the middle of the day; probably one or two, and the meeting wasn't until late evening; I decided to walk around.

I'd walked down a long white hallway. Irritation slowly building inside of me. Clarke was here, in the same building as me, and I couldn't find her. This was the closest I'd been to her for six days. Logically, I knew I'd see her tonight, at the meeting. But I didn't want to wait any longer, I'd been waiting for three days.

So naturally I took a walk, having no destination in mind, just snooping around. If the facility wasn't that big, and somehow miraculously I found Clarke's room, I don't know what I'd say. At least at the meeting, I wouldn't have to say anything.

I looked down at my feet as I walked, thinking about what I would say, how I'd explain that Finn and I weren't dead. How we came to save everyone, but didn't really have a plan. Looking at that, I felt kind of stupid for entering a High Security Government Facility to rescue our people, and didn't having an escape plan set up, or even one in mind. I'm sure she would berate me for that later.

I distantly heard a door close up ahead of me, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I kept looking down, thinking about what I'd do, say, and make work. While I was caught up by own mind, I ran directly into someone.

'Watch where you're going...' The words were on my tongue, but I coughed, and choked when I looked up from my feet and saw the familiar blonde hair, and scared sapphire eyes looking up at me, the petite body that curled into itself and protectively held some papers to her chest.

Clarke... My mind whirled, I debated picking her up and spinning her. I debated leaping onto her, strangling her for causing me worry, and just plain out hugging her until she beat me off or roasted me enough with her sarcastic tongue.

I took a step towards her, I still hadn't spoken. She instantly took three steps back. A look of hurt, confusion and concern flashed across my face, then my features settled themselves out, into a steady stare.

She didn't recgonize me, no one did. I was covered, head to toe in mountain men gear. I watched as her eyes skirted around me, trying to find an escape. Her body was tense, she looked like a scared child. The files, made me realize she thought she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

A soft smile tugged at my lips. I still was too dazed, to relieved to say anything. I opened my mouth, about to tell her who I was. Then I decided that might not be the best idea, maybe I should wait until after the meeting, or stay downlow for a night, then talk to her about plans.

I debated what I wanted, and what I should do. Of course I wanted to tell her I was fine, that she wasn't alone anymore, that we both survived and we were going to surrvive this too. I opened my mouth, just going to ask if we could go back to my room, when loud footsteps echoed down the hall, and amused voices followed.

People were coming. From Clarke's panic attack, I guessed she was frozen, terrified, and thought she was traped. I grabbed onto her arm. It would be suspicious if I suddenly turned around with her and walked the opposite way.

But if she faced them, they'd see those files. As they drew closer, I grabbed the files from her hands, she easily but slowly unfolded her fingers from her tight grasp, and let me take them.

I tucked the files under my right arm as the two men stopped in front of the door beside us. They looked surprised, then the older, dark haired man addressed me.

"Captain, was there an issue?" The man asked, obviously talking about the scene in front of him.

"Not in the slightest," I answered smoothly, then nodded towards Clarke, "I was instructed to give her a tour of the building, we didn't enter the control room, but I was just explaining who, what, and why, you all work in there." I lied and watched at Clarke sharply took in air, her panic attack seeming to fade, she tried a small smile, though it didn't sell anyone.

"Well then, carry on. We have work to get back to." The other man dismissed us off handedly. I nodded, and tentatively touched Clarke's shoulder, putting enough pressure on her petite form, for her to swivel around and walk a few steps on her own, and with the momentum.

As the two men dissappeared behind the door, I motioned forward to the frozen, skeptical, and scared girl in front of me. She heasitantky began to walk, her steps slow and uncertain.

I grabbed the files, gave them a one over, seeing as I didn't understand anything, I handed them back to Clarke. At first she stared, a mixture of awe and suspicion clouding her features. I rolled my eyes, once I realized she couldn't see the motion, I moved the files closer to her. She reached up and slowly took the files back.

"W-Why did you h-help me, back there?" She asked, her voice uneven and nervous.

I began debating with myself again. Whether to tell her Finn and I were alive and here to help, to rescue everyone. Or to wait until after the meeting. With one look at her, I decided it would be best if I waited until after the meeting, she didn't look like she could Handle much more stress for the day.

"May we meet again." I said quietly, an began walking back towards my temporary apartment with Finn. I could feel Clarke's confused and anxious look piercing into my back, I didn't turn around, instead I held up two fingers, acknowledging her stare.

My mood had brightened ten times sense I'd seen her. Yes she looked stressed, scared, and on the brink of a panic attack if someone just told something small, like squirrels tree jump. She was alive, uninjured, and being a leader for our people later tonight. I had confidence in her ability to stay strong for another eight hours.

After that meeting, I decided I would follow her back to her room, and announce my presence. It seemed more fitting. There was a lot we needed to discuss, but mainly I didn't want to wait another day to talk to her.

What agrivated me was, now I knew what hallway she was down, and it was only two away from my own. I'd walked around for hours, half searching for her, twenty five percent scouting everything out, and the other twenty five percent, needing to clear my head.

Abby Griffin

We'd been on Earth for six days. The first two we remained on the ship, we didn't adventure, instead I took care of of all the Injured and brought them back to health, then we prepared everyone to be travel ready.

The third day, we got off of the ship, and began navigating through the forest, towards where we had spotted the smoke three days previous. It was a drop ship that didn't make it, everything was burned and destroyed.

I felt thankful, that I would be able to see my daughter again, that I survived. There was one hundred and fifteen, survivors from our station. Jaha had said three other drop ships had survived, and they were scattered within a fifty mile radius of us.

On the fourth day, we finally found the third station survivors. There seemed to be less of them, only forty seven survived the drop. Callie Cartwig survived, my best friend had made it. When I saw her, we embraced each other. Previously being unsure whether the other had made it.

There seemed to be more teenagers that survived out of the forty six, than adults. Originally Callie had said they had almost eighty nine people in their ship. Apparently during the landing, the back of the ship disconnected, sending a few people flying out before the parachutes had opened, and because of the opening, some people suffocated, and the landing was rougher. Resulting in fatalities.

Jaha had told them where to find the second drop ship, and a general idea of where the fifth drop ship survivors were. So on the fourth day, Jaha sent out a message, telling all of us to head to the kids camp, or where it last was due to the radio waves.

So for the last two days, one hundred and sixty two ark survivors scouted through the forest, looking for the kids camp. It was noon from what we could tell, and the teenagers complaints about hunger.

Kane walked closer to me and began speaking. "I think we should counting looking for another thirty minutes, if we don't find them... We take a break and eat." He seemed to be asking for my permission, we both knew he'd do it anyways.

"From what Thelonious said, we should be close." I persisted, my hazel eyes looking at the beautiful woods in front of me.

"From what the kids were dealing with, I question what were close to." Kane shout back, uncertainty was obvious in his voice.

We hadn't told the people, of the struggles the kids dealt with. We hadn't told them about the 'Grounders.' There was no point in scaring and rallying them up, if they couldn't do anything about it.

So far we hadn't run into any trouble, it seemed that the grounders had either disappeared, or we're staying hidden until they figured out our intentions. We didn't have many guns, about fifteen of the ark citizens were guards men. We kept seven in the front with us, four in the back, and two on each side of the people.

The hike was slow, but steady. Earth was completely new to all of us, the small fact that we could breathe without dying was huge. I knew after we found the others, and the kids, that there would be hostility between the civilians and remaining council members.

The people were questioning if we knew the earth was survivable. Why we didn't come down earlier. Why three hundred and twenty people had to die. They were questioning our decisions and commands, but for now they still complied and followed our lead. They might not for too much longer.

Callie took in a sharp breath, I turned my attention towards my best friend. She was staring wide eyed into the forest, she took a few steps towards where she was staring, she squinted and then excitedly grabbed my arm.

I couldn't see anything. I looked back at Callie, confused as to what she looking at. "Do you see that...?" She breathed in amazement.

"I don't see anything Callie." I kept looking, after another moment of not seeing what she was talking about, I turned her towards me and looked into her brown eyes.

"Abby, there's a thin line of black contrast, compared to the dark green nature around us. There was a fire there." She pointed out, I barely saw anything. But it wouldn't hurt to check it out.

Jaha's directions told us that we were in a mile radius of the camp, we should be at it soon. Callie started through the terrain. I looked behind me at Kane, he nodded. I and two guards followed closely behind Callie.

As we got closer, I breathed in a sharp breath of ashy air. The burnt contrast continued, all the way up until these make shift burnt wood doors towered over us. It was the kids camp.

Everything was burnt, there were crispy skeletons and bones scattered all around the camp, along with weapons. The make shift wood wall the kids had made was burnt, and barely standing. The only thing that was left, was the drop ship we'd sent them down in.

I felt my heart slowly breaking, they weren't here, and from the remains that were left it looked like they were either killed, or had gotten in a deadly war with who we could only assume would be the grounders.

Callie had tears in her eyes as she looked at the scattered bones. Though I felt like breaking down and crying, I had to find something, anything here that would lead us to the kids. They had to have left an idea of where they left to, or a few would have escaped before the slaughter happened.

I took a deep breath, calming my raging thoughts and mothers instincts down. Clarke was fine, she had to be. I kept telling myself that as I walked closer to the drop ship. Each time I said she was alive, it felt more and more like I was lying. This time, I had to believe my own lie.

The drop ship door was closed, I grabbed a fallen, dusty axe and put it between the door and the ship, I began to pull, nothing moved. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see Kane. He looked tired, confused, and concerned.

I hadn't realized I was crying until I wiped a hand down my face and felt the small trails of moisture. I stepped aside as five guards and Kane worked to pry open the door. Callie trotted over to me and held my hand, giving me a little sanity and strength back.

After they pried the drop ship door open, it slowly fell to the ground. Two guards entered the ship first, their guns held in front of them. Despite Kane's disapproving look I followed in after the guards, Kane and Callie behind me.

It was empty. A small part was hoping that the kids remained inside the drop ship, that Clarke would be sitting inside and patiently waiting for us to meet up with them.

I had so many questions, starting from what the hell happened here, all the way to where were the grounders and survivors they talked about. The guards lowered the guns and looked at Kane expectantly. After Kane and I didn't say anything, they clarified what we all knew.

"No one is here." The younger one said, his eyes lowered as he spoke.

"C-Can you give me a minute..." I asked as my eyes darted around the drop ship and then landed on Kane. He hesitantly nodded and the guards followed him out. I felt Callie squeeze my hand before she left behind the others.

It didn't make sense. We'd lost contact with them ten days ago. On the night we came down here, we'd only been out of contact with them for three days. The disaster outside proved that they didn't just leave, they were either attacked, or a fire broke out.

I walked around the table, I looked at the radio system, that was shaken up, I could tell raven had either made it, or helped, her own marks were on the radio, things from her drop ship.

I saw medical kits laid out, and a long table near the supplies. I felt the tears return, and couldn't hold back the straggled choking sound as I stared at Clarke's medical set up. I tentatively stepped towards the small area, I brushed my and over the gauze and picked up the bottle that sat next to the needles.

She was going to hate me forever... I didn't know where she was, or if she was even alive, but I did feel the ache that pulse through my body at the thought of her hatred towards me and what I had done.

As the tears started to fall down my face I heard a soft moan. I quieted my sobbing and looked around. I heard the small moan again, it was filled with pain. I stepped toward the ladder and listened, it was quieter this time. I walked in the opposite direction and the moaning grew louder.

I saw an open hatch, and some wires coming from the ships main system. I crouched down and looked in the dark hatch, I heard the moaning again. I crossed the room and grabbed a flashlight. I resumed crouching over the open hole and shinned the light into it.

I gasped as I saw Raven Reyes laying on her side, blood clotted in her hair. Blood covered her nose, chin, and a small puddle of blood lay beside her. I quickly jumped down Into the hole and screamed for help.

I heard loud footsteps coming, though all I could think about was a dying Raven and the blood that was seeping into my jeans as I kneeled in front of the teenage girl.

Clarke

I sat quietly in my white room, my heart finally beating at a steady and regular pace. I was almost positive that I'd been caught. I'd spent to much time in the room and worse off, I walked out of the room with evidence that I hadn't just been looking around, I'd been stealing information.

The mountain man, he'd grabbed on to me, that's when I knew I couldn't run, I couldn't get away. As I expected him to, he took the files. He flipped though them, and then tucked them under his arm.

I was to frozen to think or do anything, instead I had a panic attack. The two men that were talking in glee turned the corner, their conversation died down when they saw us. I knew they recognized me, they'd been watching me for the last six days.

The two older men glanced at me, and then back to the mountain man. They'd addressed him as Captain. I was to panicked to look at his name tag, or anything but the white walls around us, and his terrifying mask.

Looking back on that, I wondered why they wore their suits inside. The air here was safe. Maybe he was going outside soon, or maybe he was deformed from radiation exposure. Many possibilities filled my mind, but I didn't dwell on any of that.

I thought back to what happened again, I was still at a lose to what happened. He lied to the control room workers, the engineers, his hire ups. Then he led me out of the hallway, though I didn't trust him, he saved me.

He stopped when we got to my hallway, he hadn't answered my question, again I questioned if he spoke English. Instead he handed me the files, and left. But not before muttering a familiar goodbye. 'May we meet again.' he spoke English, and he was either from the ark, or he was one of the men that spied on us and knew our sayings.

The thought was scary, but it didn't seem that logical, why would he help me if he was the enemy. Something was off, something had changed, and aside from the familiarity of those words, he seemed familiar in a different sort of way. Like I'd met him before, like I knew him.

Abby Griffin

"Get me Jackson!" I yelled as three guards handed up Raven to Kane, and another civilian. They moved Raven to the table I assumed Clarke used. I smelt the bottle to make sure my assumption was correct, It was. The bottle was filled with alcohol, more specifically, moonshine.

I took a swig of the bottle, then I splashed the liquid over my hands. Raven lay on her stomach, her back facing to me. I removed the bandage that was covering her bullet wound. My questions grew, where did they go, why would they leave Raven, Why hadn't Clarke taken care of her wound?

Ravens back was half purple, she was bleeding internally. The bullet was in her spine, she seemed to be paralyzed from the waist down. I looked around. In all the excitement of going home I didn't pack any medical supplies. Looking around I saw three knives, gauze, a few needles, wire thread, many pill bottles, and large bandages.

Seeing as they didn't have tweezers I grabbed two small knives, I put my pinky in between them, and separated Ravens skin. She groaned in agony, but I kept going. I felt the knives hit the bullet and slowly I moved the knives apart so I could grasp the small metal piece.

I quickly tugged the bullet out, so I wouldn't lose it inside of her. Then I sterilized the wound. Raven made another agonizing sound, I kept working. Jackson finally walked into the drop shop. As I sensed his presence I barked an order to him.

"Sterilize and thread the needle." I snapped, my eyes never leaving Raven's wound. I guessed she'd need eight good stitches. From what I could tell, the bullet hit her nervous system, though I'd unlodged the bullet from her spine, the nervous system veins could still be offset. I couldn't do much about that, not without equipment. She had about a ten percent chance she would be able to walk again, and a fifty percent chance she would live.

She'd lost a lot of blood, and she still had the internal bleeding fluid inside of her, she could pull through. There weren't any other bullets in her. I saw a needle shoved under my nose and cleared my thoughts, I began steadily stitching her open wound up. She was a tough girl, just like my daughter.

"Jackson, look for pain relieving medication." I ordered and began cutting Raven's blood soaked shirt off. I grabbed a rag and the bowl of water that was set aside, and softy began cleaning the dried blood off of her.

I dabbed at her forehead as a fever set it. "You're strong, you'll get through this." I whispered, not completely sure if I was talking to her, myself, or Clarke.

Jackson handed me the three pills and I took them, grabbed a cup of water, and placed the pills in her mouth and then the cup to her lips, letting the cold liquid trickle down her throat.

She instinctively swallowed, I set her head back down and did a one over. I saw a red plant sitting in water and curiously touched it. I wondered what it did, and why Clarke would have it.

I closed my eyes, the stress finally catching up to me. If Raven pulled through, she'd be able to explain so much... that was a big if.

Octavia

I took the disgusting dried out medicine Lincoln was making me eat. He claimed it strengthened my immune system and helped to reduce the pain of walking. I remembered what he'd done to get the damn arrow out of my leg.

It was painful, though now it didn't matter. He carried me away from the war going on between my people, his, and now the reapers. After we were about a mile away, he laid me down next to a small river and cut away my pant leg. He broke the air off, gave me a cloth to bite down on as he pulled the arrow out of my muscle and leg.

I'm glad I had the rag, it was better than my tongue. He had two tubes of medicine. He poured one into the now open wound, it stung like a bitch. Then he injected the other into my leg, numbing it.

He quickly stitched up the small hole and placed a paste of green gunk in the wound. He carried me to the eastern grounders tribe, though I thought I could have managed to walk. He insisted my leg would be numb and the muscles would be going crazy and stretching to cover the open muscle.

He was right, because after a few days, no one would have been able to notice I'd been shot. It ached every now and then, but it seemed like the muscle healed itself, and in an almost impossible time.

Lincoln had explained that he medicine he'd given, and continued to give me was a booster for muscles. He explained it like a swelling of all the muscles, instead of just one or two. Sounded like steroids if you asked me, but I didn't question him.

I ate the chewy medicine without much of a complaint. We'd just walked for an entire day and I was ready to sit by the fire and eventually fall asleep. Viv sat beside me, Lincoln seemed to be off with a hunting party. Though it felt... Lonely and different when he wasn't at my side, I entertained myself.

No one messed with me, another thing Lincoln had made clear earlier in the week. I'd left the area to fill up my water canteen and wash my hands. One of the grounders followed me down to the stream. I felt a bad vibe coming from him, and stated the I was going to go back to the camp.

He stepped on front of me, blocking my way. I took a step back and tried to go to his right, he stepped in front of me again. Getting slowly fed up and scared I snapped. "What the hell is your problem?"

I knew he understood me, they all did. He didn't answer regardless. Instead the bulkier man grabbed my arm and pushed me against a tree. I let out a small shriek of protest and surprise. One hand held my throat against the tree, and the other pinned my arms above my head. His knee was in between my legs, keeping my feet from striking at him.

I tried to scream but he choked up on my throat, resulting in no sound coming out. I was sure my blue eyes were filled with fear and tears. I tried to struggle against him, but his body leaned closer and pinned mine against the tree. In an instant his brown eyes left mine and his lips were against mine. I tried to jerk away, but the pressure his weight had held me in place.

Just a quickly as his lips were on mine, they were gone. The weight was gone, the pressure around my throat was gone. I slide down the tree and crawled away from the unknown grounder. I jerked my head to see Lincoln a few feet behind me. When I looked back at my attacker, I noticed he wasn't moving.

Then I saw the silver blade shinning out of his head. Lincoln's hand jerked me back into reality. I felt him helping my shaken form up, I couldn't form a real sentence.

"Octavia... Are you alright?" Lincoln asked, his voice generally concerned with an underlying anger trace in it.

"Y-Yeah. He... He just grabbed me and... I-I couldn't get f-free." I stuttered, and tried to explain what happened, still shocked and scared.

"You're safe now..." Lincoln muttered as he pulled me into his arms, and tightly hugged me, fitting my form against his. I nodded my head against his chest, when he loosened his arms, I didn't let go, I clung to him.

He seemed okay with it, because he gave me a reinsuring squeeze and stroked my hair. I smiled thinking back to his protective nature and his claim over me in front of the entire tribe.

I looked over at Viv, she stared back at me, I then thought of a question I hadn't asked yet. "How do you know Lincoln? Or how does he know all these grounders here?" I asked Viv who looked a little surprised by the question.

"He didn't tell you." Viv didn't pose it as a question, more like a disbelieving statement.

"He said he'd traveled with this tribe about six times... isn't there more, like a little history." I pried, hoping the grounder girl would give me a little information.

"It's a little complicated," Viv breathed and I nodded, she continued, "We have a commander... Someone we all follow." She paused and waited for me to understand.

I nodded and chimed in, "An ultimate leader or the sorts." I stated, Viv nodded with more enthusiasm this time.

"Yeah, an ultimate leader." She said, humor traced her words. "Well said leader, assigned nine tribes of grounders. We spread out all over. Some of these grounders, like Lincoln, have two tribes. He's what we'd call a migrator." Viv explained and looked at me, making sure I was taking in all the information.

"Okay..." I said, indicating for her to continue.

"He migrates during the winter, to the south, where it's warmer. And during the spring he comes back to Anya's tribe. We've never had problems between grounder tribes, mainly because we all follow one leader. About once a year we all meet the leader, typically during summer, when the acid fog is less likely to happen." Viv stated like it was common knowledge.

"Lincoln's been a migrator because he was being trained to lead, when one of the Georgia leaders became to old, or died. Things changed when you guys came down here. Anya's tribe couldn't defeat you, and she didn't negotiate for peace. We haven't heard from Anya, something bad must have happened... With all that war and attention in one place, the mountain men would be drawn to the commotion. That's why we left when we did." Viv explained, her eyes flickering from the fire to me.

"So what do you know about the mountain men?" I asked, suddenly more interested.

"Everything," Viv said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Before The ark sent you all down here, we resided peacefully with the mountain men. But as they learned about the ark coming down, they grew paranoid. Our grounder leader, and the mountain mans intelligence man didn't agree on what to do."

"The Mountain men wanted more power. Having one hundred deliquents Follwing them, would off balance the truce we had. Seeing as you were a threat to us, we wanted to illuminate the threat. The Mountain man, closed off contact with us when the ark sent you guys down, we knew what they were capable of, and if they had more people, we would never be able to grow. We disagreed on governing the new society, that within the next few generation would take place."

"So Anya's tribe was supposed to slaughter all of the invaders," she added a sarcastic tone to the nickname, "The fight you and your people put up was incredible. I guess neither of us know how the war turned out... Or who won." She ended thoughtfully.

For a moment I was lost in all the information I'd just been given. Then my thoughts drifted to my brother, Jasper, Monty, Clarke, and even Finn and Raven. How were they? Did they surrvive? Did they win? Would they be able to hold off the other gorunders if they struck again? Would I see Bell again?

I cleared my head as I heard talk about the hunting party and their great kills. I guessed Lincoln was back. I saw a female grounder, she had long, bright red hair hanging down to her waist, and piercing jade eyes, talking to Lincoln. She wore a smug expression in her face, her hand was swinging by her side, she wanted to touch him, that much was obvious.

I narrowed my eyes at the flirtatious girl, and little scene unfolding in front of me. I watched as Lincoln sighed and looked away. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I guessed she was hitting on him, and he was shutting her down. I could be wrong, but I had a feeling I wasn't.

"You know how you first asked, how we knew Lincoln and how he knew us." Viv stated, I turned my attention to her.

"Well, If you're a leader of one of the nine tribes, you have a partner." Viv said, I narrowed my eyes, my stomach flipping upside down, dreading what I was going to hear.

"She," Biv cocked her head at the flirtatious red head, "was supposed to be his." Viv said, bitterness in her voice.

"Supposed?" I asked, hope still trying to make a reasoning for what I was hearing.

"Is." Viv stated, her face grim, her eyes sending me small condolences.

"A p-partner, huh? That's no big deal, you strategize with a partner, communicate, they are just there." I reasoned, looking at Lincoln and the girl, a small hope bubbling inside of me.

"Octavia, when I say partner... I mean... Partner." Viv exclaimed, I cringed.

"But there's nine tribes! So that means one person doesn't have to have a partner!" I argued back, my voice soft, defeated. I saw Lincoln's eyes flicker to mine, I adverted my gaze.

"The leader and his tribe makes the tenth, we don't count him... A respect mumbo jumbo type of thing." Viv said offhandedly, her eyes switching between me, the fire, and Lincoln.

"How long has he known that he would be partnered with her?" I asked, a slight hiss in my tone.

"..." Viv hesitated to answer, I think she was decidding if she shoukd contiune or not. "He's been brought up to be a leader... So probably since he was like ten or twelve..." Viv answered skeptically.

"Interesting..." I murmered and stood up from where I was seated. I felt tears prickling and building in my eyes. I turned away from Lincoln and the red head grounder girl. I took three steps and then swiveled around, my emotions flashing across my face before coming across blank. My mind had been made up.

Clarke

I'd picked my brain thinking of the mountain man who had saved me, of all the possibilities, and options. When I couldn't get anywhere with the thought, I began to think about the trackers in our arms, and the escape tunnel, and how I still needed to transfer the weapons and supplies from the military room to the tunnel.

Out of the list of things I needed to do, I decided to go to the shower room and take a long, hot shower. I exited my room, and looked back at where the mountain man and I had stood. I shook my head and tsked, then started towards the bathing facility.

I grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and headed inside the small locker room. I quickly stripped my clothes off and folded them in a neat pile. I noticed other clothes laid across the wooden bench, though I didn't pay them any attention.

I stepped into the nearest shower and hung the towel outside of the small plastic lining. I hummed softly to myself as I washed the grease out of my hair and cleaned my skin. The hot water felt like a jolt of excitement and content.

I stood in the water for a few minutes, then shut it off, I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me body, then exited the small shower stall. As I placed my red undergarments on, I heard the other shower shut off.

I began pulling my pants on when I heard the rings of the plastic curtain being pulled back. I wondered if she would be one of the remaining one hundred girls. I looked up as I finished buttoning my pants.

At first look I just saw a girl with dark brunet roots and slightly lighter wet hair. She looked familiar, but not very noticeable. I spun around as I recognized her. She looked different without the face paint and fur coat covering her, or maybe it was the fact she didn't have knives in her hands and was trying to kill me.

"Anya..." I breathed out.

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Well let's get some hints for next chapter shall we?

*Clarke and Bellamy's perspectives cross. So that means what you think it means, they finally reunite. This time, she will know its actually him. The meeting is held, (I actually planned for that to be held in this chapter, but then I decided to switch the ark perspective into play so I could bring that story into a better light, future plans and what not.) *

*Abby begins to figure out what's happened, a lot of her questions are answered, and they are all brought up to date. It has to happen, I won't make it long, this preparation will lay off I promise!*

*We get to see Bellamy's stalkerish side. (Some call it stalking, others call it over protective... That's your choice ;)) Either way, it leads him down a dangerous road, but he'd consider it worth it.*

"Octavia realizes she's tired of running away from her problems, and that a three generation tradition can't truffle with her. Go Girl! No, but she matures a little and continues to gather important information, while her character develops.*

So that is all the hints I'm giving! Please, please, please continue to read and review! I know some of you may be unhappy that raven is in this fanfiction, but she won't be a problem or interference for Bellarke. She's kind of necessary to fill in the ark on what's happened and is happening.

Besides that I'd love to hear your input, questions, and comments. So leave a review. Don't forget ~The 100 Give Away~ and the come back in two-three days for chapter five! You guys are the best! I 3 all of you!

BELLARKE!