Chapter ten
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A/N: Italics in this chapter are grounder language and then Mountain men speaking over radio radios.
Drumbeats fill the silence of the night. The darkness rings with the deep beat. Clarke wakes up slowly, blue eyes fluttering open and she feels warmth surrounding her. Anya's arms were wound tightly around her waist, holding her close. The warrior sighs as she pulls herself from Clarke, stretching gently. Her back pops and Clarke looks up, eyes roam over Anya without caution. Anya is covered in tattoo's, scars. They mark her as a fighter. Clarke can barely make out the warriors grin, Brown eyes are bright as Anya tosses a shirt at the sky-fallen girl. "Get dressed. We have a war to win." Her posture is full of anticipation. Adrenaline. They were made for this. Built and molded by their lives to lead and win.
Clarke stretches slowly, fluttering her eyes as they adjust to the lack of light. It was still dark out. The stars barely visible in the night sky, clouds covering what little light the moon offered. They needed to move quickly in the cover of the darkness. She pulls on her pants and boots quickly then her layers of shirt before finally pulling on her jacket. Anya is already dressed, putting weapons in their sheaths, strapping them to her body. A bone handled knife in her boot, curved sword on her hip. Knife on her other hip, black as the night. Another sword rests across her back and she steps forward. Her eyes roam over Clarke as she bends down, picking up the weapons she had laid out. She straps a knife to Clarke's thigh, fingers caressing the muscle once the straps are tight. Strapping another knife to her hip. Then a sword around her waist. Another knife is tucked into her boot as Anya's fingers brush across Clarke fleetingly. Clarke impulsively leans forward to brush her lips across Anya's as the woman get up from her lower position. The woman pulls her unioned in deeper. The adrenaline heightening their emotions as fingers tangle in hair. They pulls back from each other panting hands releasing the other as eyes stare into one another. Clarke pulls her hair from her face, tying it back. Together they step outside of their tent into the blackness. The air turns to fog as it leaves their lips.
Blue eyes find Bellamy talking with Murphy and Monroe. He smirks when he sees her. His face was covered in small stubble but his grin is still Bellamy. "You want anything else princess?" She winces at the name, body tense and limbs beginning to shake. Head reeling as accusing and dull brown eyes stare back at her. Blood drips from her hand. Warmth against it. A breath stuttering out against her collar bone. He swallows, eyes apologetic as Anya glares at him, finger coming to sooth across Clarke's back almost unconsciously. Slowly the memories fade, her hand is numb with the cold and dry. No breaths against her collar bone. "Sorry. But you need a gun?" He swallows lowly, face pained in guilt and sorrow.
She swallows thickly, heart aching as she shoves the feeling down. "Yeah, just give me a pistol. I need to be able to hide it easily." The gun glints in the sliver of moonlight as he pulls it from his pants.
He hands over the gun easily and she tucks it into the back of her jeans after checking the safety. The hollow drumbeats stop as the last guard and warrior step out of their tent. Warriors chant quietly in the night, no torches lit. A bowl of soot paint is passed around silently, the moon their light. Grounders rub it across their arms, covering the bare skin in designs. Commander Lexa stands in the middle of the grounders, shoulder square, face stern and warrior by her side. She wipes the soot across her eyes, masking them as she places a gear between them. Her posture is strong, all leader. She waits as they continue to pass the bowl around. It makes it's way to Clarke's group and Anya covers her own eyes in the mask before her fingers slips and draw patterns over Clarke's throat. The fingers tickle and the soot is cold as it brushes past her collar bone. She doesn't flinch and Anya slips a finger across her chin, leaving trails of soot in it's wake. Dana's bare arms are covered in soot as she draws on Bellamy, he stares at the grounder in confusion as she glides her fingers over his arms then face. She turns to Murphy, fingers tracing patterns over the three scars running over his eye before moving to Monroe.
The guards stare at them in shock before Guard Miller steps forward. The drum beats quietly in the night again as the ceremony commences and Clarke can see the crowd forming at the gate. There are two torches lite in Camp Jaha. They were looking for them in the dark but Clarke knew they couldn't see anything, just hear the drums and thee quiet chanting. Lexa steps in the middle of the crowd and holds her hand up. The night goes quiet, even the crickets quiet. The drums stop, the shouting ceases. Octavia stands with Lincoln, face and shoulders decorated by her boyfriend. Her hair is pulled back in braids, face serious as she stands by her brother and boyfriend. Staring at the Commander. Lexa's face is stern but fierce, eyes hard but understanding. She wanted her people out of that mountain. "Today we invade the mountain! We get our people back." Grounder shout in agreement, voices ringing out in the darkness. "We attack under the cover of darkness! No torch is to be lit. You know your jobs! Make the gods proud!" Octavia and Lincoln translate for some of the guards and the groups begin to split into the invasion squads.
Bellamy, Octavia and Indra stand near one another, weapons cover their bodies. Swords across Octavia and Indra. Knife and gun strapped to Bellamy. A lonely short sword across his hip. Lincoln swallowing as he brushes Octavia's hair out of her face and whispers into her ear. She grins at him and pulls him in for a deep kiss before shoving him away with a grin, weapons clinking together as he stumbles back, eyes bright yet worried. Monroe follows after Lincoln, gun in hand as she Dana and Grunt move to Lexa's side. Guards move where they were assigned, standing near their grounder guardian, guns at the ready. Faces full of anxiety and fear. Murphy heads to Bellamy's side nodding to Clarke as she and Anya step back. Their dark clothing blends into the night as they slowly make their way to the trees. Five guards stand with Clarke, twenty grounders. Five of them have space suits one, the helmets in their hands as they cover the suit with their pants and jacket. They look to be in normal grounder clothing. Clarke feels hope burn in her chest. They could take down the Mountain men when the fog hit. They could do this. They could win.
The three groups move silently through the night, in complete darkness. Bodies blending into the dark trees. They were not visible in the darkness. A hidden threat. The mountain men only saw them in the daylight. They couldn't risk being caught, they had people to save. The night would be their friend, the sun their enemy. Clarke and Anya lead their group without falter or problem, feet finding their way over the rough hills and rocky slopes and wet river beds. Hours pass as they make their way to the mountain through three different trials. Indra's group had the horses, taking them and some carts into the tunnels to get the wounded. Clarke swallows, throat dry with trepidation, soon the sun would be up. God she hoped everyone would be okay.
Monty toys with a radio they had given him, it was an old one. Maybe from the 1990's. He toys with the signal before he hears something. He tweaks it, listening closely when Miller pops up beside him. "What?" The thief's face is worried, confused at the look on Monty's. His face was pale. Unusually so.
"I heard this sound when the exodus ship fell." He toys with the dial listening closely. A soft fuzzy sound that Miller couldn't understand. What was the big deal about fuzz? "Its a jamming signal." Monty swallows, face sweating, dread fills his stomach as he stares at the radio. "They crashed the Exodus." The words are whispered. A secret in the night.
"Clarke's mom was on the." Millers's voice cracks, his heart drops and he stumbles back. "Oh god. What if she was right about this place?" Fear covers his face, followed by guilt.
"Where's the last place Clarke was?" Monty's voice is soft, broken. Heart aching in his chest as he thinks of Clarke.
"The medical bay, Maya said she torn her stitches out and she been in psy-" His face pales. "Clarke's dead isn't she?" His words crack and Monty hates the way the words sound on Miller's lips. They hadn't followed after her. Miller clenches his jaw. She tried to reason with him and he didn't believe her. Now she was dead and this fear and guilt filled his body.
Monty swallows, throat dry and eyes wet. "I need to get into medical, see what she found in there to make them kill her." His hands shake as he sets down the radio.
Miller nods, face tight as he fights against his emotions. "Okay, how we gonna do that?" He's surprised it didn't crack more, he felt like his chest was cracking. He thought his words would to.
Monty licks his lips before staring at Miller through his eyelashes, face slack of emotion. "I need you to punch me."
Miller jumps back in shock, eyes wide. "What?! Why?"
"Get me sent to med bay." Monty stands, face losing it's saddened emotions. He had to do this. See what Clarke had found in medical.
Miller slides his hand through his short hair, head thumping with the beginnings of a headache. "And when they ask why we were fighting?"
Monty swallows thickly, voice catching in his throat before he clears it. "I blame you for Clarke gong to psych." Miller's heart twitches and ache. What if Monty did blame him for Clarke's death. He swallows, it was his fault. Monty continues not seeing Miller's struggle. "And you and I duke it out." Monty smirks as he whispers these words before his face hardens. "You're the reason Clarke went crazy!" Monty shoves Miller back and slowly people trickle in due to the yelling
Miller growls low in his throat, eyes blazing while his heart ache. "I didn't do anything to her!" Miller shoves him back, watching as Monty bumps into the wall. Miller feels his chest constrict. He hated yelling and hurting his friends.
"Yes you did!" Monty steps away from the wall, eyes crazed and angry. "You told her Anya was dead. You made her go crazy!" Monty's voice cracks, tears in his eyes. "You're a fucking monster Miller!" Miller forces himself not to take a step back in shame and self-hate as Monty's chest heaves. Jasper tries to get between them. Hands pressing against their heaving chests.
"She was the one pounding a fucking grounder!" Miller screams, watching the others of the hundred flinch back as he releases fake anger on Monty. "She betrayed us! That bitch grounder probably fucked with her brain!" He screams at Monty hands waving around the air, eyes crazed. Monty slips around Jasper face full of something that cracks Miller's heart as guards come running down the hall. Monty slams his fist into Millers face, the exact spot Clarke had. "FUCK!" Miller screams out, pain lacing his face as he surges forward and swallows before slamming his fist into Monty's face.
Monty can feel the room spin. Damn Miller had hit him hard. His lip tastes funny as he falls to the ground. The guards hold a screaming Miller back. Miller hates the way Monty had went limp, how the blood coating Miller's hands. He struggles against the guards, playing it up. The doctor comes in and lifts Monty's limp form up gently as she looks around. "What happened?"
"He started it!" Miller thrashes in their hold screaming at Monty. The hundred stare at Miller in shock. HE was one of the most level headed of them. Jasper glares daggers at Miller.
Dante Wallace comes in. "What seems to be the problem?" His eyes search over Miller then Monty. "Mr. Miller, this is the second altercation you've been in. I'm sorry to say you'll need to go in isolation for a little while." Eyes search over Miller as thee guards restrain him. "You seem to be cracking."
Miller screams out, face morphed in anger as he thrashes in the guards hold. The hundred jump back at the shrill hate filled words. "Monty chose Clarke over me! He chose the fucking grounder pounder over me!" His eyes are wide and the hundred flinch back again. What had happened to Miller? What happened to Clarke? Wallace swallows as he looks around at the 44 other hundred.
He steps forward, in the middle of the room, commanding attention with his presence. "Please take him to be with Harper in isolation. They both seem to have problems behaving." They drag Miller screaming out of the dorm rooms. The hundred remain silent, fear settling in their stomach. First Clarke, then Harper, now Miller. What was happening. Was this like the Arc or worse? Jasper moves to sit with Monty as the doctor and guards carry him to the infirmary. "Let them do their work Jasper, please." Maya grabs his hand, usually pale and unhealthy skin flushed with blood as she comforts the boy. Jasper stares after Monty, eyes full of worry. The president stares at these delinquents, they look at him in suspicion. "I'm sorry to see this, to say this." His eyes look remorseful, they could fool almost anyone. "But your friends are causing quite the commotion. I'm afraid they'll need to be in isolation for a bit. It pains me to do that." The hundred stare at him in suspicion but nod their heads slowly. Jasper swallows thickly. What was going on?
"Harper? Miller groans as he comes to. They are in a dark room, he can feel cool metal digging into his side. "Why are you here?" Worry bites into his chest.
She sniffles thickly, face covered in tear tracks. Dried and wet. "I snuck into Wallace's office yesterday, I was worried about Clarke. He found me. Put me in here." She sniffles, wincing as she shift. Hip screaming in pain.
Miller sits up quickly, eyes worried and blazing in anger. "Are you okay, did they hurt you?"
"They took bone marrow. Drilled into my hip. It hurt so bad Miller." She sniffles, it still aches. Throbbing if she moved in the cage. It didn't offer her enough room to move or lay in a comfortable position. "They wanted to experiment. Gave it to one of the others. They're gonna do it again Miller."
"Hey everything will be okay." He sit up, dark eyes staring at Harper in worry and conviction. "Trust me okay?"
She whimpers in pain and fear and he stretches his hand through the gap to grab hers. She clings to it, fingers digging into his own as she seeks comfort. He prays Monty finds them or does something. Harper looked ill. He didn't think she could handle another bone marrow drill.
Monty hears the door click and waits a minute before he begins to move around the room. His head still spins and he can feel the bruise forming on his face. A guard lays unconscious on the bed beside him, blood leaving a tube connected to his chest. Monty stares at it in confusion. "What the?" He sneaks past the man, following the tubing. "If I was Clarke I would have been worried about this guy." He mumbles as he continues to follow the tubing until he comes to a grate in the wall. HE flips the grate slides open, peeking through the small opening. His head stops and stomach drops. "Oh shit." His eyes take in grounder after grounder put in cages. "Fuck. Anya." His chest constricts, Clarke would have fought to save Anya. They had placed Anya in a cage and did something with the blood. Revulsion makes his almost vomit. He shuts the metal grate with shaking hands and looks around the room. Eyes searching for anything else wen his ears pick up a sound. It was heels clacking on the floor he rushes to his bed, sitting up in it and staring at the door. "God Clarke." His eyes water but he shakes his head. He needed to stay strong. Be strong for his people. What had they done to her? To Anya? What about Harper and now Miller? He swallows forcing himself to relax.
The doctor comes in, looking up at him in shock. "Mr. Green, I didn't expect you up for a while."
He rubs the back of his neck. "Parents always said I was surprising."His voice cracks and she tilts her head but smiles at him.
Looking down at her chart she smiles again, it is disarming in a creepy way. Like she doesn't know exactly how to smile. "Well, you can go back to your dorm."
"Where's Miller?" The fear in his voice is real. What would they do to Miller? Clarke had questioned thing, Harper had.
She smiles and touches his shoulder, touch cold but trying to be reassuring as she smile at him. Lips to tight. "Don't worry, they put his in solitary a bit. Clarke trying to kill herself due to their fight put a strain on his psych. He'll be fine in a few weeks." She lies through her teeth so easily and Monty wants to yell at her. "Just go rest you head.' He swallows leaving the doctor before he can force her to explain the grounders. Force her to find Miller. Before he can slam his fist into her face harder than he had hit Miller.
The sun peaks over the horizon, they are almost to the entrance and anticipation flows through the groups cold but tense bodies. Anya stops, hand rising up as she looks around, eyes taking in the slowly brightening forest. "Okay, two covered archers to the trees before they show up. Three in suits to the trees. We want to surprise them." Her grin is murderous, eyes bright with plans. The warriors do as they are told.
Anya takes a deep breath, taking in the cool air as the sun touches her skin. She can hear the fog horn in the distance. A village warning the others as they hide out. Clarke takes a deep breath, letting the air flow into her lungs. Centering her. "Tents now! Hide in the forest, they'll shoot holes in the tents to let the fog in!" The tents are flung out quickly and Clarke and Anya jump in theirs at the last second a guard slipping in with them. Clarke pulls out a radio that Raven had tweaked for them. Flipping the switch to listen to it.
It buzzes before connecting. All the groups had one. One to keep them updated on the Mountain Men. Predict their moves and stay three steps ahead of them. Everything was moving according to plan. "Savage activity near the east gate. Camera's caught em. Wallace said to bring the blonde in alive." The mans voice is deep and Anya growls low in her throat, eyes moving to Clarke. Hands gripping her sword. Wishing she had a bow and arrow and was in a suit. She would kill him. This Wallace they all spoke of. She would gut him slowly for wanting to hurt Clarke.
The girl swallows as another voice sounds over the com, heart racing. "Fogs already up. He said have tranquilizers ready, they'll pull the fog out once we're close to them. Camera's say they're in tents."
Another man laughs over the radio. Clarke hopes the other groups will ignore this and do their jobs. "Good, easy pickings. How many?" The voice is arrogant as the fog begins to dissipate around them. Their suits almost glow in the fog as it clears.
A man coughs harshly before speaking. "Four tents. Not even twenty savages."
"Why so little a group." The voice is higher than the rest, a young man. He clenches his tranq gun, pointing it at the tent.
"They've attacked us with just ten before. Apparently they think they're bad-asses." The deep voice speaks again, mocking. Clarke wants to drive a knife through him. They were causally joking about her people. About attacking to save their people.
"You've seen their get up Marcus, they are bad-asses." A woman chuckles throatily as she stares at the bigger man teasingly. Their guns clenched in their hands.
"Well they're our enemies and want us dead so kill them all." One of the men grunts out, annoyed as he aims for the tents. Anya grips the sword tighter, body fighting to run out there and attack the enemies. Those horrid things that claimed to be human.
"And the blonde?" The boy speaks again, voice cracking in anxiety. All the warriors wait in the tents and the trees. Awaiting their leaders orders.
"Save her for Wallace. I don't know what he has about or for her." One of the men grunts out, voice perturbed. "There's a freaking picture of her up in his art room." Clarke shivers and Anya pulls her unioned into her, hand tight against her hip, face full of rage.
"Creepy." One of the guards speaks as he shifts his position, waiting for the rest of the fog to be gone. They couldn't risk Wallace's wrath if they hurt the girl.
"Not as creepy as his son." The woman speaks, voice shivering in fear and disgust.
Anya growls and Clarke pulls her into her side as she steps forward, brown eyes full of so much rage and hatred for the one's outside their tent. "This is good, they want me alive. Let them take me, ill be an inside man."
"No." Anya growls out, frantic eyes slipping to face Clarke, hand tightening on her waist enough to bruise.
Clarke's fingers trace Anya's jaw. "At least the tunnels are safe. They need someone on the inside. I will pull my ankle when we run away. You guys leave me behind. Go warn the tunnel groups. Tell them i'll let them in okay?" Brown eyes search her face, eyes slipping over smooth skin covered with soot across her chin and throat. Wards of protection and strength. Brown eyes full of anger and pain as Anya shakes her head. Clarke would not sacrifice herself. She couldn't lose her. "Please. We need our people out of there." Blue eyes beg as the guard stands in the corner. The Mountain Men shift their feet as the fog continues to roll back.
"At the cost of your life?" The words are broken, caught between anger and worry.
Blonde hair slips from its hold as Clarke shakes her head. "He doesn't want me dead." Small strands curl around blue eyes are they stare into brown.
Anya clenches her jaw, hand coming to grip Clarke's shoulder. "He will expect us together."
Clarke sighs but nods, if this was what would keep Anya from dragging her to the tunnels. "Give the key card to one of the men, then when all hell breaks loose, ill let them capture me and you surrender."
Anya clenches her jaw but nods. "If they hurt you." The words are deadly.
Clarke sighs and the radio sounds. "Acid fog going back finally. Wait two minutes then attack."
Anya swallows, throat dry. "On my word, aim but don't hit them! Run when I give the order!" Her words are loud, echoing around the forest.
The guard in the tent with them swallows and nods his head as Anya hands him the access card and then the radio. "Give it to Bellamy." Clarke voice is low.
"Fuck! The savages are yelling, do we shoot?" The young man's voice is panicked as he waves his gun around.
"No! Don't. We need the blonde in alive! Wallace will have our heads if we don't." The deep voiced guard screams out, ordering his men. "Rip open the tents, the acid fog gone!" The voice rips across the radios and Clarke prays the others do their jobs instead of worrying about them.
The tents are thrust open as Anya cuts a hole in the back and the guard takes off running as she shouts in her native tongue. "COVER HIM! Kill all but five of the ten men!"
The grounders in the tree aim and fire, killing three men, their radios go silent as they look around frantically, shouting instead of communicating via radio. "FUCK! They're in the trees!" The young man's voice is shrill as he shoots towards the trees, focusing on them.
"How'd they do that! The fog was up!" The woman's voice cracks as an arrow hits her arm.
The deep voiced leader yells again, voice echoing around he forest. "I don't know! Shoot them."
"What about the blonde?" Another guard shouts out as they aim their guns around the forest.
"Crap! Don't hit her." Clarke and Anya run around the guards, diverting their attention from the others as they hopped down from the trees. They would head to the tunnels soon.
"There's two of them!" Another guard shouts out waving his gun as and arrow flies past him. He screams and ducks behind a tree, heart racing in fear.
"Wallace said there would be!" The woman yells as her arm stings. She had tied a tourniquet around it but the radiation didn't hurt her. Her hip ached with the treatment her sister had given her. She would have to tell her it worked. That the other two she worked on were resistant to radiation now.
"The younger one is the one we want!" The deep voice shouts out, eyes searching desperately across the forest as blonde hair ducks and dives around the trees.
"Kill the other?" The younger boy shouts out as he shoots at Anya. The dart embeds itself in the tree behind her and she scowls at the boy. Slipping back to rest by Clarke.
"NO, Wallace said bring them both if we can. They're important to each other. Get one you get the other. Hostage." The men hide behind trees. One of the men swallow before yelling out. "BRING THE ACID FOG BACK!" He didn't even try to speak into the radio.
Anya smirks. Idiots, giving them the perfect reason to get away. "GO NOW! TUNNELS!"
Anya takes off running when Clarke pulls out her gun and aims it at the men. "Where are my people?!" She steps forward. Anya growls at her idiotic unioned.
"Drop the gun or we shoot you!" One of the men screams out, real gun held at Clarke's face. Anya wants to break the limb.
Anya hears the man come up behind her and growls lowly in her throat. Lexa would never let her hear the end of this. The man hits her over the back of the head. She falls to her knees, head spinning. Damn Clarke and her plans. She was a warrior. She did not kneel before her enemies. "ANYA!" Clarke voice rips through her ears. She sees one guy slam Clarke into the ground. Anya rips the mask off the guy holding her. She would maim the man who attacked Clarke. They still had one more to kill. She grins and rushes towards Clarke and tackles the man pinning her down. She rips his mask off with a low growl of anger as she feels another man tackle her from behind. She growls and thrashes under him as he ties her arms behind her back, pressing her face into the dirt.
They bring her to her feet, blood dripping down her head, Clarke stares at her in worry, chin bleeding. Anya pulls against the man holding her. He laughs deeply, he was the leader, pointing a gun at Clarke's head. "Keep that up and we kill her."
Anya glares daggers into the man, she would gut him when she had the chance. Clarke swallows. "It's okay Anya. Do as they say."
"If they hurt you I will gut them throat to groin!" She yells at the men, face full of rage and murder as she glares at the soldiers with dark eyes.
Three of the men swallow thickly, fear in their chests. "What does Wallace want with them?"
"Hell if I know, take the weapons off of them." Their weapons are stripped away and finally they move through the forest. Anya wants to fight. She was A leader. A grounder. One did not go willingly into capture. She fights against her instincts as she follows their orders. She was doing this for Clarke. No matter how much she wanted to beat the men into the ground for touching her blonde. They are lead to a door.
The guard pick up his radio. "Hey, we got the two blondes. Open the doors." His voice is deep as he jerks Anya's arms tightly.
"Gt it." They hear the hiss as the door opens. "Send them to be decontaminated."
Clarke and Anya look at one another as they make it in the doors. They get to the part where they take off their clothing. The guards move to rip their jackets off when Clarke meets Anya's expecting eyes and nods her head. Simultaneously they slam into their captors. Anya rolls across the ground, slipping her hands under her feet from behind her back and bringing them in front of her as she snap two of the five guards necks. Clarke slips the knife out of her boot, cuts her zip-ties and slices two of the men's throats. The fifth is pinned below Anya, her hand is on his throat. "You order the all clear or I will torture you slowly." It is the young man who had been handling Clarke roughly.
He nods shaking his head. "Open it up boys. All good." His voice shakes and he stares at the two blondes in fear.
"Damn Hunt, it's only two naked women, nothing you haven't seen before." The man on the other end laughs loudly. "Come one hunt, don't be mad." There is silence. "Fine man whatever, just get them through to Wallace, clothes are in next room you asshole." The voice is annoyed as the door hisses in front of them.
Anya snaps the mans neck and she and Clarke slip out of the room, Clarke grabbing the two men's guns and stealing all five passes. The two unioned look to one another, eyes bright in hope and adrenaline. They race down the corridor feet pounding quietly across the laminated floors. Clarke slips open a door, tossing a key card to Anya. "Left Left then right. Open the door. Should be Indra's group."
Anya tilts her head. "I remember the way to my cage." Brown eyes stare into Clarke's
"Be safe Anya." Clarke swallows, blue eyes worried and determined.
"Stay safe Clarke." The women stare at one another for a few seconds before taking off down the hall at a run.
Bellamy squints his eyes as they continue down the tunnels. "You sure you know the way Indra?"
Indra scowls at him. He can't see it but he can feel it. "Bell, she knows the way. Just shut up before you attract Reapers." Indra dips her head in thanks to the younger Blake before glaring back at Bellamy.
Murphy smirks. "Come on, this is the perfect trip. All of us, in a cave. Just screams fun." Murphy's voice is sarcastic as he adjusts his grip on his gun. The tunnels are dark. More than it was outside.
"Murphy." Bellamy growls out at him, face annoyed at the sarcasm.
The man with the scars across his eyes rolls them, hair falling in front of his face as he speaks again. Voice drenched in sarcasm. "Alright Rebel King."
"Asshole." Bellamy's voice is deep as he follows behind Indra and Octavia. Octavia rolls her eyes at their banter.
"Duh." Murphy's words hold enough sarcasm to make Octavia flinch in response to what she knew would come.
"Shut up!" Indra hisses at them, voice annoyed as she continues to lead the way. "Sky people talk to much."
Grounders grunt in agreement when they hear the conversation about Clarke in the radio as one of the guards turns down the volume. Bellamy grips him gun as he clenches his jaw. "Why is the president interested in her?" His voice is a low drawl, angered and annoyed.
"I don't know. But Anya will kill him before she can take her unioned." Indra speaks softly. The radio spurts a groans before they hear the conversation starts again. "They've caught Anya?" Indra's voice is confused and pissed.
"They must have caught Clarke first." Octavia's voice is worried when they hear panicked foot steps. Guards come rushing them, hands up when they see the guns pointed at them.
Reapers yell behind them. "Sorry! We had to get here as soon as possible. Clarke said to give you this. They're infiltrating the inside." Bellamy takes the key-card from the guard as some reapers rush into the tunnel they're in.
There's a smirk on Bellamy's face. "I knew they couldn't go down that easy. You brought reapers?"
"Sorry had to get here as soon as possible." The guard pants out as other guards pull out their batons, readying to attack the reapers.
A grounder in a space suit grins. "They did not expect us to be in the trees. We killed some of them. Idiots." Indra's eyes are bright as the guards activate their batons. Electricity humming through the cave.
Bellamy grips his gun. "Remember. Knock them out if you can, they're clan members. Someone's father or sister."
Dana grunts as she knocks out another Reaper, blood drips down his face in the darkness of the tunnels. There were at least thirty of the reapers piled up behind them now. Most were unconscious, five were dead. Her eyes find Monroe's, the girl is sporting a huge gash across her stomach. She grins at the grounder as Lexa flips on a torch and then heats up her sword. The girl bites into her lips as they burn the wound. She doesn't scream and Dana feels pride at the warrior girl. Dana catches Monroe's shoulders as does another of the hundred, when she stumbles and almost falls to her knees. Lexa extinguishes the light. "We must hurry. They've found the distraction in the forest."
Brooks, one of the hundred grins widely. "Good thing I brought explosives." Her hands finger her back back in joy. Monroe shakes her head as she leans on Dana.
Lincoln swallows staring at the girl in confusion. "That will let them know we are here."
"Radiation will also kill half of them if it blows through a main door." She shrugs, reddish brown hair curling from its mow-hawk. "They have my boyfriend in there. I'd like him back." White teeth flash in the dark across a tan face. Soot tattoos decorate her face, curling around her skull, the skin bald save for a long floppy mow-hawk.
Monroe laughs loudly, hand over her stomach as that action causes pain. "If he could hear you now. Leyvan would be cackling with joy."
"Now he'd be horny as a dog." Omid speaks quietly, causing a snicker to follow the remaining hundred as they recount Leyvan and Brooks sexual encounters. Half the camp didn't know they were together until they found them on the drop ship going at it.
"Hush." Lexa speaks lowly, quieting them quickly. "We will follow the plan and if that does not work then we will use yours."
Brooks smirks. "Always wanted to blow stuff up." She shrugs fingers curling around Monroe's shoulder to take some the weight from Dana.
Monroe tilts her head, braids curling around her neck. "Were you the pyromaniac that caught half of a station on fire."
Two of the guards snort and nod as Brooks begins to speak again. "Only fourteen, they couldn't float me baby." Her grey eyes spark until Lexa turns to glare at them. Face a picture of deadly promise.
Lincoln hushes them quietly and they are on their way. "Damn, so Anya and Clarke are inside now."
Lexa stops. "Anya would never be caught voluntarily. She would take five with her in death." She pauses before grinning. "My former leader has infiltrated the base."
"They diverged off the plan?" Brooks questions quietly, Clarke was always a stickler for rules and plans most days. She drilled this one into their heads.
Monroe groans. "Apparently."
They hear boots fall across the tunnels before there are ten Mountain guards upon them, they hadn't used the radio to give away positions. Monroe pulls out the radio jammer Raven worked up and hits the button as all hell breaks loose. Brooks jerks Monroe behind a wall, hands pressing the smaller girl into the wall. Bullet fly and grounders, the delinquents and guard duck behind cover. They see the Mountain men try and fail to radio in. "Kill them all!" Lexa shouts, face full of murderous promise as she pulls out her sword. Grounders race forward, faces masked in hatred.
Monroe follows after them, ducking under Brooks strong arms."We are Warriors!" Her sword clashes with a reaper that had come running up behind a grounder. He grins at her in thanks as he stabs one of the mountain men. One of the mountain guards hit the high frequencies emitter sound and Omid steals two baton before shocking all the Reapers with the fluidness of a dancer. Grunt slams into the guard with the emitter machine, swiftly tossing it to Lexa. "We can use this!" Flint smirks at his older brother as the grins stretches across Grunts face.
Blood spurts from Grunts lips after the words leave them, as bullets rip him open. Flint's eyes widen as he watches his brother bleed in slow motion. Grunt slips his knife through the man's throat as he falls to his knees. "NO!" Dana's voice rips through the tunnels. He was her partner. Her ex-unioned, they were meant to rule a clan together, Flint at their side. He was her brother in arm even when the union didn't work out. "GRUNT!" She rips a gun from one of the dead guards, one of Abby's, and begins to open fire, killing all the Mountain men in the process as she and Flint race towards their Clan-mate. Their feet touch the ground beside his body. "Grunt."
He coughs harshly, blood leaving his lips as he gasps for breath. "Dana, Flint." Monroe falls to her knees beside the man. He had become a close friend. "My fight is over."
"NO! It's not over yet." Dana screams at him, fingers pressing into his chest as the blood pours out of it. "Don't leave Grunt." Tears fall from her face. Pain rips through Dana, she had lost so much already. Her clan. Her brothers. Her mother. Raven. Now Grunt. Anguish and pain tear through her chest, they had grown up together. Were unioned at the age of 14 to make peace. Had taken Dana in when her clan was attacked and needed warriors. Had been traded to Grunts clan as peace treaty. At 16 they had nulled the union, remaining close friends. Grunt pants as he struggles to breath. Hands clasped with Dana and Flint.
Flint's jaw trembles. "Your fight is over but we will fight for you." He clasps his hand with his brothers. He was his last family member.
"Take care of each other. My fight is over." His head falls limply and Dana lets out a howl, Flints slams his fist into the ground. Blood covers them.
Monroe swallows. "May we meet again." She says lowly, touching his hand gently. Dana looks to her, eye filled with pain. Monroe pulls the girl up. "Come on, we have to save your people."
"Grunt would want that." Flint speaks softly, eyes hard. Anguished.
Lexa dips her head at the three of them. "Grunt was a true warrior, we will fight in his honor."
Dana and Flint move his body to the side, covering him up as they head out. Lexa fingers the Reaper repellent. Grunt had died to get them this.
Anya races down the hallway quietly, swiftly. A few hallways over some people cough, radiation having come in with Clarke and Anya. Surrounding them. Coating them. Finally Anya makes it to her people. The fake lights burn against her eyes as she shoves the door open, gun and sword ready as she looks around the room. The doctor is in the room staring at the grounders in cages as she mumbles to herself. Grounders stare at Anya but remain quiet. Hatred flushes through Anya's body and Anya takes pleasure in tackling the woman. She scrambles to get away and opens her mouth to scream. Anya grabs her mouth, prying it open and ripping her tongue out as quickly as possible before she breaks the woman's legs. Muffled groans leave her bloodied lips. "You threatened my unioned. I wish I had more time to make you pay." She then snaps her neck, killing her instantly.
Her people see her kill the doctor who tortured them, some give grunts of excitement as other stare blankly at Anya. The Leader of the Western Blood Clan rips open the door, slipping her key card through and opening it for Bellamy's group. "Knew you'd get us in Warrior Princess." HE holds up the key card he was given. "Didn't want to work for us."
Anya scowls. "Is a guard running to Commander Lexa's group?"
Bellamy smirks. "Of course." He frowns. "We lost two guard and one warrior to the reapers." Anya clenches her jaw. "But we're good."
"Begin freeing them, I must find Clarke." Anya stares at her people in cages before dipping her head and leaving to find the man who had wanted her unioned. She would kill him and then find Clarke.
Bellamy nods, turning to his company face stern and voice strong. "You heard her." Indra had already moved past Bellamy, warriors breaking open the cages to her people as Murphy nods his head, hands tight on the gun. Grounders in the cages let out murmurs of excitement, pushing on their doors as they see familiar faces.
Murphy grabs two grounder. "We head to the infirmary." The two follow the sky-man without question, he was one of Clarke and Anya's. Breaking the grate open they follow Clarke's instructions. Murphy kills the guard sleeping on the cot, the uniform giving him away. HE stares at the machine before shaking his head in disgust and pointing to the door. One of the grounders watch it as he and the other begin to pack up the medicine. They break open cabinets and he barely sees a form huddled in the corner when it lunges for him.
Bellamy helps crack the cages open, muscles straining as he presses down on the pole. Octavia working with him as she helps him carry the thin grounder to the tunnel. "Hold on Bell, what are we going to do?" Her face is worried, voice pained. "What if they come back for them?"
"We can't take down an entire Mountain O, there are hundreds of innocent civilians in here." He swallows, instincts and brain in conflict.
He hears a cough. "Not as Innocent as you think."
He creeps forward, the voice. It couldn't be. "Miller?" He stares at the man in the cage. His jaw is bruised and pale.
"Yeah, they took some bone marrow from me." He shifts, face pained ass Bellamy spots the gauze on his hip. "Harper was here. I don't know where they have her now." The words are worried, scared for his friend.
Bellamy's hands tighten on his gun, knuckles white as Octavia swallows the bile rising in her throat. What were these mountain people? "I'll kill them." Bellamy growls out as he cracks open Miller's cage viciously.
"Yeah, apparently the civilians get cleansing." HE grunts as he rolls his feet to touch the floor. "Use the grounder blood. Without they die." He coughs and grunts as Bellamy helps him to his feet. "Either way they're dead. Kill them now or let them die from radiation poisoning. No way to save them= monsters. They should've died out years ago."
Octavia looks at the two boys before nodding and moving to the Commander's second, pulling out the map. "Indra?"
The woman looks up at her, face twisted in anger at seeing her people in cages. "Want to go kill some Mountain men and steal their weapons?"
Indra grins, an action Octavia never expected her to do. It looks murderous and full of hate. "Yes."
Clarke rushes down the hallway, lights bright against her eyes. She pants quietly, boots thumping against the tied floor. She needed to find the exit to let Lexa through. Right right left right. She mumbled in her head. The map. Almost there. Just one more turn. She bumps into two guards who blister up when they touch her clothing and skin. They stare at her in shock and fear, opening their mouths. "Cont-" She slams the gun into his face, knocking him out and the other one tackles her, hatred on his face even as his arms blister and brighten at the radiation pouring off of her clothing. She struggles against him as his two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle crush her. Her feet kick the floor and she knees at his back as her hands push up on her gun. Her face turns bright red as he presses the gun into her throat, cutting off her airway. He growls as he presses his knee into her chest. She struggles to hold the gun up as he pulls one hand up and touches his radio. "Containment breach intrud-" She slams her elbow into his crotch at the distraction, the gun presses into her already bruised throat and he grunts in pain.
Sirens begin to sound and she pulls the gun back and shoots him in the chest when he reaches up to shoot her with the gun he had picked up from the ground. "So much for quiet." She mumbles, rubbing her throat before an explosion rips through the corridor next to her and she stumbles into the wall, head crashing against it. Everything rings and wobbles as she tries to stand. Blood trickles down her head, she moves a hand to brush it and the ringing in her ear intensifies.