Part X: Tableau
Octavia
"Maeve?" Octavia called out as there was a sudden rise of keening from the hallway as the gunfire stopped. "Maeve, are you hit?"
"Not badly." The warrior stood among a pile of writhing guards as their flesh melted. After about a minute, it was over and everyone was dead. "I didn't expect them to end like this." Maeve whispered, horrified at the disintegrated flesh coiling off of the dead at her feet. Octavia too, turned her gaze downwards and only just managed to avoid retching. She sat down on the ground, several feet away from the nearest corpse. After taking a few moments to calm down, she regained her composure to the scene of Maeve standing over her with red dripping off her at most angles. Along with the red, there was a steady trickle of black, though it didn't seem to trouble the ginger much. "Octavia!" a soft voice carried over the silence that had amassed in the hallway of death: Maya.
With the threat of being riddled with bullets gone, she was free to run back to the terrified Mountain Girl. Before she got there, she saw Kane taking Jasper's body out of the torture room…oh, poor Maya. Levi was supporting Abigail towards her. The arm Abigail slung over Levi's shoulder held a drill. Levi's other hand held several vials that Octavia knew immediately contained the marrow of dead Sky People. "Where is Maya?" Levi asked softly. Octavia understood what he intended and figured that the torturous and largely fatal extraction of her people's bone marrow should be used for something; to save Maya.
Bianca and the boys turned the corner, all three of them looking emotionally crippled. Bellamy rushed to hug Octavia, but Monty and Bianca were still looking sombre.
Octavia asked the obvious question, "Where's Clarke?"
The dead look that Bianca gave wasn't an answer, so Octavia put Bellamy at arm's length and asked him the same question. He gave a dejected shrug and muttered, "She left." Octavia looked down at the wretched faces of the dead looking up at her and nodded silently.
As soon as Luna was freed from her bonds, she wandered out into the corridor, hoping to come across her people. There she saw Maeve, hurt, but standing. Well, leaning against a wall as some of the others made their way towards the other end of the hall, carrying with them vials a murky dark red substance.
"Luna!" the red-haired Maeve shouts as she stumbles over into Luna's arms. Their embrace among the dead was a beautiful tableau: all of the world's evil and all of its good in one frame.
Author's Note:
Salutations.
I'm sorry this is hilariously short after all this time, but I needed to get something out. It's not what you deserve, but it's what I can do right now. The last few months have been rotten for me in all aspects of my life. I intend to continue with this story, so there will be more to come; though I can't promise when. I've had a hard time even reading other fictions about the 100, much less writing. But I've come to realise I've been selfish, so I'm trying to do better by you all; even if it's months late.
If you've bored with this story, don't hesitate to read my other ones, especially Police Girls United, which sprang from a much lighter corner of my mind and hence why I am able to update it so frequently. I hope you stay with this story, but at the same time, I realise I've lost the right to ask such a thing from all of you. I hope you enjoy, and your input is crucially encouraged.
-Azure