Revenge

Clarke:

Bishop made his way across the room with a plate of food. He sat on the table in front of me. "Eat up beautiful. You'll need the strength." He held up the plate in front of me.

I tugged against the ropes holding down my arms. "Can't really feed myself like this. Unless you're going to untie me." His eyes narrowed on me as he thought about whether or not he should give me so much freedom.

He shifted on the table looking at my wrists. "I'll untie you if you promise to be a good girl. Maybe we can be civil. But remember, if you make any smart moves I'll kill the people who mean most to you. Starting with Bellamy."

I felt chills go down my spine. It was time to stop being selfish. Everyone will be better off if I just suffer through this. At least I'll know everyone is safer without me there. Bishop stared at me, his eyes scanning my face. "Okay. I'll be good."

He raised one eyebrow a slight smile crossing his face. He set the plate to the side pulling out a knife to cut through the rope. I rolled my wrists as soon as he freed them. Picking up the plate he set it into my lap. "Eat. I've got a few things to prepare for our evening." His smile widened as he stared down at me. I looked back down at the food that was placed in front of me.

I began eating alone in the lab. I was alone, but I felt like all eyes were on me. There's a fully loaded gun across the room. It's taped to the bottom of the control panel. I kept it there in the case of an emergency. I could get to it, but it would be risky. And if I can't take them all out then I'll be risking everyone else's lives. Between the four of them, they had one shotgun. Assuming it's full they'd have around 6 rounds. I can handle a few shots, but I'd have to take them down. I'm sure I'm a better shot than they are.

My train of thought was broken when one of Bishop's men came and sat in front of me. He leaned in closely, his eyes focused on mine. "Do you have a plan to get out yet?" he whispered. His eyes scanning the room to make sure no one was listening. I stared at him with confusion. What did he want? "Look I know if anyone can get out of here, it's you. I spent a lot of time watching your friends and listening to them talk about you. Telling stories of what you've done and how you would've escaped from our ship. I want you to help me."

His eyes went soft as he stared at me. "Why should I help you?" I could hear the anger in my voice even as I whispered. But he should know I have every right to be angry.

He looked around the room once again. "My family is gone because of Bishop. I want him dead. I know you do too. If I help you get out will you help me?"

Mimicking his motion, I scanned the room. Continuing to eat. I sat and analyzed his expression. He looked genuine, but could I really trust him? What if this was a test? What if they just want to know what I'm thinking so that they can stay prepared. After all, Lexa did that to Kane and Jaha when she held them as prisoners.

"I know you probably don't trust me, but I can prove it." He unzipped a hidden pocket on the inside of his coat, pulling out an old beat up picture. It was of him, a woman, and a young girl. The girl was a spitting image of him. The same blue eyes, button nose, high cheek bones, and chiseled jaw.

I ran my fingers along the printed photo taking in their surroundings. They were on the ship standing in front of a window together. Stars filling the background. "May I ask what happened to them?"

His eyes began to tear up, but he blinked them away. Immediately clearing his throat. "So, I'm sure you know that living on a ship we had very limited resources and very strict rules. Bishop was ruthless, in order to save his own ass, he got decided who was disposable and who wasn't. We were running out of resources so he decided that there was only one solution. To control the population. Anyone with any disabilities or diseases were floated. He didn't tell anyone until after it was done. We did as we were told, took the prisoners to a certain cell block and he released them. Only after did I find out my wife and daughter were in there. My daughter was autistic and my wife had a heart murmur." The tears formed in his eyes once again. They were pushing against his lids, but he didn't allow them to fall. I rested my hand on his knee, giving him a reassuring smile. "He didn't realize it was my wife and daughter until after and he still thinks I'm okay with it. But I'm not and he will suffer for his actions."

His hands balled up into fists. I pulled his fist into my hand, instantly causing him to release. A tear fell from his eye falling into his lap. "I will help you if you help me. I have a plan, but you're going to have to do me a favor." He nodded pulling his hand out of mine. "Okay. First I need you to get everyone together upstairs and away from here so I can get my plan together. I only need about five minutes. Then, I just need you to get a hold of your gun. When you get it, I want you to come to me and yell at me. 'We lost all of our people because of you.' Then slap me. I'll know you have it." His eyes widened as he stared at me. Shock filling his face. He began to shake his head, but I gave his knee a slight squeeze as I sat in front of him. "Once you do that everyone will come rushing in, pulling you away from me. That's when I'll make my move."

"But what are you going to do?" His face filled with confusion.

I sat back popping the last piece of meat into my mouth. "Just let me worry about that. When I make my move, you'll know. And I need you to pretend your gun is jammed." He nodded slowly getting up and walking back up the stairs.

I've been stabbed in the back plenty of times while trying to become allies with my enemies, but all I've got now is hope. Hope that this will work. Hope that he's not going to break my trust. Hope that I can pull this off before Bellamy gets here. Hope that no one I love gets hurt in the process. I took a deep breath before setting the plate on the table in front of me. I rested my head back, closing my eyes. My mind ran through the plan a million times running through any errors that could possibly occur. This needed to be perfect.

Abby:

Everyone was gone except for Raven, Monty, Jackson, Madi, and I. All I could think of was what condition Clarke would be in right now. I know she's strong, she's come a long way since we were in space. She's a fighter. She's been through the worst of the worst, but that doesn't mean that I'm not scared for her. She's been through too much to lose it all now.

I was taken from my thoughts as Madi wrapped me up in a warm hug. Her face burying into my shoulder. I tightened my hold of her. I hadn't known Madi long, but she reminded me a lot of Clarke. Maybe not of Clarke as a child, but definitely the Clarke I know now. She's strong, independent, caring. She's fit to follow Clarke's footsteps.

I rested my hand on her wool beanie, softly rubbing my fingers into her head in an effort to calm her down. "It's okay, Madi. She'll be fine. We'll be fine."

Her breathing began to calm down as I held her. She was so young but had already been through so much. She lost her family, thought she was the only person left on Earth. She found Clarke and finally had someone to love her and care for her again. Someone to teach her right from wrong. Although, neither of them had said it she had clearly come to be Clarke's daughter.

"I can't lose her." I felt her warm tears seep through my shirt as she softly cried.

I pulled away from Madi, holding her an arm's length away to look at her. I wiped away the tears that made their way down her cheeks. "You won't lose her. I know she's like a mother to you and I promise she's probably fighting her way to come back to you."

"She's not just a mother to me. She's been my mother, my father, a sibling, a friend. She's been everything I've ever needed. You don't understand. I've lost all my family to Praimfaya, but once I met Clarke it didn't matter because it was like I had it all back." A few more tears slipped down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to stop them, but she couldn't.

I continued to wipe them away. Her eyes finally opened as I pulled my hand away. "I know. You've been her family too. She loves you, and she will fight for you. It's who Clarke is. But I want you to know that we all love you and will continue to love you." I pulled her back in squeezing her tightly against me. This little girl is damaged. She's lost so much. But I'm glad my daughter was able to be there for her. I knew she would be. She was always one to take care of others before herself. Madi seems to be the same way though. It's nice knowing they took care of one another.

My radio crackled from my waistband. "Abby, we have a situation I need you to come to the security room immediately," Raven was nearly yelling over the radio.

Madi immediately pulled away. Instantly grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the security room. A spitting image of Clarke. We quickly made our way down the hall bursting through the door to find Raven loading her gun.

"The rest of prisoners have been released, it's time to end this. I radioed Jackson to shut down the medical bay. I radioed some of the guards to arm our people. We need to get rid of these prisoners now." Her face tensed as she looked between Madi and me.

"What do you mean we need to get rid of these prisoners?" I knew what she meant, but could we actually kill the rest of their people? What would that make us?

"Abby. It's kill or be killed." Raven picked up the radio clipping it to her waistband.

Madi moved forward picking up a gun that laid on the table. "Clarke would want this. She told me if the demons ever came back we'd kill them all."

Before I could even respond the radio's crack echoed throughout the room. "Raven. We need to attack. Now. They're trying to get to the armory."

I picked up the spare gun from the table. And headed out of the door. The armory was a floor below us. We needed to get there before any of them did. Or we would be defenseless. I could hear chaos filling the hallway, but Madi kept pulling me. Keeping my attention on the task at hand.

Once we made it to the armory I pushed Madi inside. "If anyone bursts through this door I want you to shoot. Okay? I'll knock before I come in so you know it's me." She nodded as I shut the door behind me.

Raven gave me a slight nod as we stood in front of the door. Kill or be killed. And we've fought too long and too hard to be killed like this. There was an echo of chaos coming from both ends of the hallway. I could feel the floor shaking as we stood against the door.

I turned to Raven. "Back to back. I'll handle the left, you handle the right." She nodded in agreement. "If we don't make it…"

"We will." She looked confident. But I wasn't so sure. There was two of us and God knows how many of them. As the footsteps came closer I could feel my hands shaking. My end filled first, people making their way down the hall. There was too many of them I shot as many rounds as I could.

I could hear the other side of the hallway begin to fill up, but shots fired from behind me. I turned to see our people making their way down the halls. Lead by Jackson and Monty. I couldn't hide my relief as they took down the prisoners. All shots to the legs to disable them. The few remaining immediately popped their hands up falling to their knees in defeat.

I turned to the door gently knocking on it. "Madi, it's me." There was no response so I knocked a little harder. "Madi. It's me. Abby." Silence. I pressed my ear to the door. But I didn't hear anything. I pushed through the door to find Madi standing with blood splattered across her face. Her breathing was heavy. The limp body of a woman laid in front of her. The hatch to the vent was broken through.

I quickly pulled her into a hug. Rubbing her shoulders as I held her. "It's okay, Madi. It's okay." She dropped her gun on the floor immediately wrapping her arms around me. I continued to rub her as she began to relax in my arms. "You did what I told you to. I'm so proud of you. Clarke would be too."

"She's the first person I've ever killed. But…" She let out a deep breath slowly pulling away from me. "But I had to do it. I had to do it for my people."

I cupped her cheek in my hand. "Yes, you did. You did good Madi." I pulled her back into a hug.

After a few minutes she pulled away, her eyes moved up to meet mine. "Thank you. Clarke always told me that you were a good mother, but today you were an even better grandmother." I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks. I never imagined what this would feel like. She may not be my blood granddaughter, but she was surely nothing short of it.

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "And I will always be here for you Madi." I tried to hold back the tears, but it became almost uncontrollable.

The crack of the radio broke out pulling us away from our moment. There was heavy breathing and incoherent mumbling across the radio. "We've made it to the bunker and we just heard yelling followed by a gunshot. Bellamy and Octavia just ran inside and I need anyone around to come for backup. We need all units here as soon as possible. I repeat. All units make it to the bunker as soon as possible." I felt the blood leave my face as I stared at Madi's shocked face.

I can't lose her. We can't lose her.