"What the hell is a Greenbrier?" Raven said wryly
Dr. Wells took a few steps forward, "Well, my dear Ms. Reyes, the Greenbrier was a luxury hotel before the war. It was built atop a bunker that was created during what was called the Cold War which was a nuclear arms race of sorts between the governments of the United States and the then Soviet Union, or Russia as you would know it, which happened over 150 years ago." He spread his hands out as if to put the room on display, his gaze never wavering from Raven, "The first few levels of this bunker were opened to the public at the end of the war, but it ranged further down then the rest of the world knew. The lower sublevels were used as laboratories throughout the years and came into full use during the Nuclear Revolution that caused the world we now live in."
"That still doesn't explain who you are." Raven spoke up.
"You will come to learn who I am in time, but for now there are things that need to be attended too." He said as he approached her. The doctor crouched down in front of the mechanic eyeing her with a sort of scientific curiosity. Everyone watched as he cocked his head and focused on the brace that surrounded her leg. "Hmph, curious, it seems the engineers from the Ark are far more deft than I anticipated considering their lack of supplies. This is quite resourceful, is it of your own design?"
He reached forward to run a finger over the metal brace but Raven pulled her leg back as much as she could and glared at the man in front of her, "Don't touch me you creep." She spat.
He let out a small chuckle and stood back up, "What exactly is the full extent of your injury? How much movement and control do you have over your legs?" he looked away and tapped his chin with is finger before looking back down at her, "I can fix it you know. I can give you your leg back."
"How do you know about her injury? Or the Ark? And her name for that matter?" Clarke interrupted her voice stern in tone.
That damn smile came back to his face when he turned his head to Clarke, but his eyes gave way to a more menacing look, "I know far more than you might think, Clarke Griffin of the Skaikru; daughter of Chancellor Abby Griffin, young leader along with Bellamy Blake of the first group of adolescents from the Ark to come to Earth. You, Clarke, might just rival the Commander here with your abilities it's quite impressive what you've done since you arrived. Being sworn enemies with the Woods Clan until you finally managed to make an Alliance to defeat the Mountain."
Clarke was taken aback, how does he know all this? I've never seen him a day in my life.
"What did you do with Monroe?" Bellamy all but yelled.
Dr. Wells raised an eyebrow, "So many questions, you Sky People are such an inquisitive bunch aren't you?"
"Where is she?" Bellamy snapped.
"Your friend is contributing an immense amount of knowledge Mr. Blake." He said as he stepped up to Bellamy who pulled forward and was stopped short by the chains. "Although I have to say I was planning on having her go through a few sessions, but now that I have you lot her fate has yet to be determined."
"If you hurt her-"
"You'll do what, exactly?" The doctor interrupted, "You don't seem to be in a very great position to be making threats." Bellamy let out a long, angry breath but didn't respond, his glare could cut like steel but the doctor was unfazed.
Benjamin turned back to survey the group and focused on Monty this time whose eyes hadn't left the monsters that entered the room. He hadn't gotten a good look at them the first time he saw them but now that they were standing only feet away the fear and strong urge to flee to somewhere safe were hitting him full force.
Benjamin Wells seemed to notice this and followed Monty's gaze, "They're magnificent aren't they?" he said as he walked over to one who had carried Monty to this place. "The experiments were initially thought to be failures, but I soon realized the potential that was lying before us." He patted the man on the shoulder before walking back forward.
"They're more beasts then men really; very obedient but their cerebral functions are limited," he continued, "But then again they weren't the most prime subjects to begin with."
Subjects? Clarke thought, the other Grounders that have been taken, has he-
Before she could finish her thought Myra walked back through the door, "Sorry to interrupt sir, but the staff is ready for you now."
Myra was absent of her jacket she was wearing before and was in a simple black tank top, Clarke took notice of the blue and black colored tattoos that wound themselves all the way down her right arm as well as the inky bands of the same color that wrapped around her left bicep. A small gasp came from across the room and Clarke looked over just as Lincoln whispered, "Azgeda."
Clarke immediately recognized the word, but Lexa spoke before she had a chance to fully process what it meant.
"You're a member of the Ice Nation?" her voice held the same shock that everyone else felt with the statement.
"Myra has not been that for a very long time. Isn't that right?" Dr. Wells stated before looking at the woman in question.
"I do not belong to any Clan." Was her simple answer.
Something seemed to click to Lexa and it was evident on her face, "Wait," she said quietly as the gears visibly worked in her mind, "Myra, that name," her eyes traveled down and over to Lincoln who was in thought as well before her eyes shot back up towards the woman, "You can't be. It was said you were killed in a fire when you were young." She trailed off.
Lincoln continued where the Commander stopped, "You're Myra older sister to Sura, Queen of the Ice Nation."
The woman did not respond but held Lexa's shocked green gaze with her own emotionless black one.
"Myra, darling, will you go get some sedatives prepared for our guests? We wouldn't want them hurting themselves even more when we tend to their injuries." Dr. Wells stated and Myra immediately left the room again with a sharp pivot of her heel. When he turned back he focused his attention directly on the still perplexed Commander, "She's been here for nearly fifteen years. Fantastic soldier, extremely resilient and stubborn at first but eventually she took the sessions like a natural; among other things," he chuckled, "She can also command these brutes better than I've ever seen. But nonetheless, pay no mind to her," he said as he took a few slow steps towards Lexa whose gaze moved from the door to him. "You, however, I have to say it is truly an honor to finally meet you Commander."
He crouched down in front of her, but much closer then what he had done with Raven. "I'm a huge fan of yours; I've been following your career since even before you were selected. You, by far, are one of the most brilliant specimens any Clan has ever created."
Clarke felt her own anger rising alongside a disgusted nauseous sensation as he reached with one of his hands to move a wipe away a smudge of dirt that lingered on Lexa's cheekbone. Everyone's eyes were glued on what was happening.
Lexa got the powerful urge to scrub her skin raw and out of the corner of her eye she saw the tension and anger within Clarke. Locking her fiery gaze upon their captor Lexa thrusted her head forward and it collided with the man's forehead with a sickening crack that sent him reeling off of his heels and landing on the dusty stone floor.
"Don't touch me." Lexa growled, the impact of the head butt had caused a small cut on her hairline and a several trickles of blood started to trail down her forehead to run down her nose, cheekbone, and over her left eye.
When the other's looked back at doctor, who had far wider gash where he was hit that was pouring blood down his face, Clarke felt a bolt of fear shoot through her. The curious smile was gone from his face and it was replaced by an expression that outmatched Lexa's in fury. Within moments he was on his feet and picking Lexa up by her throat.
There was a loud thud as he crashed Lexa's back into the wall; the chains holding her wrists were stretched to their limit and pulled her shoulders downward, resisting the height that he held her at. Lexa felt the searing pain electrify her injured shoulder but she gritted her teeth through it.
He was pressed completely against her preventing her legs to be used as weapons; Lexa could feel his hot, angry breath against her face. His other hand was clenched at his side, balled into a fist so tight that his knuckles were white. He took a few seething breaths and tightened his grip on her throat causing her to gasp for air.
"Let her go!" Clarke yelled as she tried to lift herself to a standing position but only managed to get to her knees before the man with the bulging masses moved towards her with surprising speed and gripped her shoulders with his large hands forcing her to stay down.
At the same time Clarke had moved, Lincoln had lunged forward his instinctual nature to protect his Commander coming back full force. He had been able to get to a barely standing positon before the other man with the sunken face slammed him in the chest with his massive palm and dropped the Grounder to his knees which caused Octavia to yell out to him and struggle herself.
Everyone else in the room was too shocked at the quickness of what happened to move and a tension soaked silence filled the room for a moment. Lexa was starting to turn a light shade of purple by the time the doctor took a couple deep calming breaths and released his hold on her letting her drop to the floor in a gasping heap.
"My apologies," he said as he cleared his throat and smoothed his shirt, "I lost my temper for a moment. I should be more respectful to a woman of your caliber and reputation."
He waved his hand and the two hulking men backed away from Clarke and Lincoln and returned to their positions by the door.
"Lexa," Clarke said moving as close as she could to the other woman who was still on her hands and knees, struggling to breathe properly, "Are you alright?"
Lexa looked over and into those bright blue eyes that she adored so much, for some reason just knowing Clarke was there eased her anger and the pain that radiated from her shoulder and neck. She nodded towards the blonde with a reassuring look before turning her focus back to the madman in front of her. His strength was surprising as was his extremely short temper.
When she looked up, however, the rage that she had just been on the biting end of was completely gone and replaced with that enquiring and amused smile as his eyes darted between Clarke and Lexa. "Well, now, that's interesting."
Myra came back into the room at that moment holding two syringes, when she saw the state of Dr. Wells she looked down towards Lexa then back up and simply raised an eyebrow and shook her head. Without saying a word she motioned towards the man with the protruding lumps who walked forward and grabbed both of Lexa's arms. The Commander had regained some of her color and attempted to fight, but the man's large hands wrapped completely around her biceps and he pressed one of his knees into the middle of her back forcing her on her stomach and effectively immobilizing any resistance.
Knowing that fighting was going to get her absolutely nowhere, Lexa turned her head and locked eyes with the only person who could remotely calm her down at that moment. Myra walked over and slid the needle into Lexa's neck. Within moments Lexa's eyes started to become increasingly heavy and though she fought it as much as she could the vision of Clarke's face slowly started to fade until it was nothing.
Clarke forced herself to look away as Lexa's body became motionless on the floor and the man released his hold on the brunette only to go over and place her in the same position. The young leader, however, wasn't as injured as the Commander and was able to fight back with more force. "There's no use in fighting, Clarke." Wells said, "All we are going to do is treat your wounds. It will be over before you know it."
His voice was far too chipper and Clarke couldn't wait until she got the opportunity to punch the smile he wore right off of his face.
Myra bent down next to her and pushed her head so she was facing her friends. They all had a collection of expressions that ranged from horror stricken to silent fury. The rest of them knew they couldn't do anything to help except hope that Clarke and Lexa would actually return.
Soon after the prick in her neck Clarke started fading, I'm really starting to hate these sedatives.
When Clarke awoke next she felt the plush of a mattress behind her back and for a moment before anything else came back she had the sensation of being back on the Ark in her bed. When she tried to move, however, her wrists did not meet the chafing metal of cuffs but instead they were met by the resistance of thick leather straps.
Clarke snapped her eyes open and tried again to lift more of her body off of the hospital bed but along with her wrists, her neck, torso, knees and ankles were all confined underneath tightly pulled brown leather restraints.
She was sitting up slightly so she was able to look around the small room. The fluorescent lights above her started irritating her eyes so she squinted as she scanned the room. The walls were the same stone, but this time they were not bare and held cupboards and shelving with counters pressed against their bases. A large glass fridge sat against one of the walls and held a multitude of tubes and canisters full of different liquids.
She was connected to an IV drip that would rhythmically release cool liquid into her veins. She tried to struggle and loosen the restraints, but they didn't seem to budge.
"You're not going to be able to loosen them." a woman's voice said and Clarke looked forward to see a young woman approaching with bandages in hand, "They are just a precaution, for your own protection as well as mine."
The woman pulled a small rolling stool up to the edge of the bed and inspected Clarke's leg. The blonde looked down to see that her wound had been properly closed with what looked like a type of glue. "Who are you?" Clarke asked the woman who she thought was maybe only a few years older than herself. She had jet black hair that had an almost navy tint to it in the artificial brightness and was pulled back into a low hanging ponytail. Her skin was lightly tanned and Clarke could see a few lines of black ink peeking out from under the sleeve of her dark grey, short sleeved shirt; her eyes were an incredibly pale green-grey color with a bright blue ring around the outer edge and her facial features were soft but with well defined, high cheekbones.
The woman did not reply to Clarke's question just quickly and precisely wrapped the bandage around Clarke's leg. The blonde was going to ask her question again when she heard the door open. Dr. Wells entered the room sporting a new non-blood stained white shirt as well as butterfly stitches over the wound Lexa had caused him.
"How is it looking?" he asked the young woman.
"There will be a scar, but it will heal properly, the stitches will dissolve when the skin heals enough." She replied before getting up from her seat and throwing away the bandage wrappers. "Is there anything else you would like me to attend too, sir?"
"Yes, would you be so kind as to go tell Myra that both of our injured guests are ready for the trials and to begin the preparations. I don't want to hold this off any longer."
The woman nodded and exited the room. When the door clicked shut the doctor turned back to Clarke with a grin. "Tell me, Clarke, is it alright if I call you Clarke?" he asked as he sat down on the stool next to the bed. When she didn't reply he simply continued. "What was it like? To live in space and view Earth from above? It must have been spectacular, I've read plenty of books on Astronomy and the universe, but unfortunately my life will forever be on this planet."
Clarke stayed silent, even though she had seen what happens when this man is provoked she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of having a normal conversation with her.
"Oh come now, don't be like that. I'm genuinely curious, but I suppose you are more so given your current predicament. You are probably very confused about what is going on, but I assure you it will all make sense very soon. But first, you and the Commander will be going through some tests."
Clarke couldn't stop herself from gulping because the way he said it was far more terrifying than she had anticipated.
"Oh don't worry, they will be nothing too horrible, I simply want to see how you two survive." He stood up and started walking towards the door. He entered a code into the keypad and when the door opened he looked over his shoulder and gave her a big, bright smile. "Congratulations by the way, you two make the most darling of couples."