Delinquents

Madi:

I sat in front of the control panel watching the chaos continue in the prison block. They were yelling, screaming, throwing things, trying to break down the doors. Everyone was all set and ready to go, we just needed Monty to come down with the knock out gas. I kept my eyes on Bishop standing in the middle of the chaos, his arms folded in front of his chest. His face was plastered with a sinister smile, his eyes focused on the camera. It was almost like he knew I was watching.

The door burst open, Monty rushing in with a few cans of the gas. "I've got everything ready, who's going to drop it from the ceiling vents?" He walked towards a closet, pulling out a backpack. He carefully began to place the cans into the backpack.

I cleared my throat making my way beside him. "I am." He instantly his eyes focused on me.

"You're not doing this alone. I won't let you." He continued packing the backpack and throwing it over his shoulder. He picked up a gun placing it into his other pocket. "I'm going with you."

"I can do this." I stretched my hand out, gesturing towards the backpack. Monty stared at me, wide-eyed. His jaw clenched as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Placing his hand in mine, he gave it a soft squeeze. "I know you can, but you shouldn't have to." He pulled me into his side, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "We can do this together."

I leaned my head against his shoulder, returning his kind gesture. "Together." Monty was always quieter, usually kept to himself. He wasn't like everyone else, he was usually detached. But he just had a different way of showing he cared, he wasn't like everyone else and that's what made him special. His silence was always comforting. Clarke always told me he was naturally a comforting person, one to just make you feel better with his presence.

Monty released our embrace quickly picking up a map and a flashlight, heading towards the door. Outside Murphy and Emori stood on either side of the door, their heads quickly turning towards us. Emori was holding onto a long, sharpened sword. Murphy had a rifle wrapped around his chest and a pistol tucked into his side.

"Murphy found the entrance to the prison block vents. You and I will go through there while he gives us directions." Murphy nodded before heading down the hallway. Emori pulled some masks out handing one to Monty and one to me. "When we get there, we need to throw as many of those cans down in the prison block as we can. Make sure to spread them out in different directions, we need to affect as many people with each can as possible."

"There's a vent on either side of the prison block. What if you attack from one side and I attack from the other?" He looked over at me, contemplating the idea. "That way they won't know which side to attack first, assuming they do attack."

Murphy stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning towards me. His eyes filled with anger and frustration. "No. You can't go on separate sides. What if they do attack? We can't take that risk." He looked back and forth from Monty's face to mine. He ran his hand through his hair, balling his hands into fists. "We can't risk it for either of you."

Emori walked up behind him placing her hands around his waist, his muscles immediately relaxing but his eyes were still burning. "John, it's okay. I'll go with her." She flashed me a smile, her hand mindlessly massaging Murphy's shoulder. "I'll keep her safe."

"In case you forgot Madi is a badass, she can take care of herself." Miller walked towards us, a large smirk on his face as he looked around at everyone. "But we won't let you do this alone. I'm going in there too."

"Then who's going to stand out on guard?" Monty's eyebrows crinkled together as he took in Miller's appearance. He stood beside Murphy with an extra mask in his hand.

"I will." Harper's voice echoed from the other end of the hallway. "Miller and Emori can go in with you two. Murphy and I will stand out and make sure everything runs smoothly."

Clarke had always told me stories of the delinquents coming together in times of need and how they always fought for one another. Getting to know them all over the past few weeks showed that they all cared for each other in a way that no outsider could ever understand. They were our family and blood didn't need to define that. They love each other, they didn't need to say it because it was obvious in the way they cared for each other.

Emori intertwined her arm with Murphy's arm, her lips pressing against his ear as she whispered in his ear. Murphy leaned his head closer to her face, his lips curling into a soft smile. Monty and Miller exchanged a reassuring handshake while Harper pressed a kiss to Monty's cheek. There was laughter amongst all of them, a lighter mood. Even in the darkest moments, they gave each other light, and that was the best thing you could do for someone you loved.

Harper wrapped her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me tightly. "You ready to take down some prisoners, commander badass?" She dropped her arm back at her side, flashing me a smile.

I simply nodded as we continued to make our way back down the hallway. Monty and Miller walked in the front, deep in conversation. Harper and I walking closely behind them. Emori and Murphy walked in the back, hand in hand. They quietly whispered to one another, occasionally letting out a laugh.

The vent was a lot higher than I'd anticipated. Monty placed half the cans in another backpack handing it over to Miller, who quickly threw the backpack over his shoulder. "Miller is coming with me and Emori is going with you Monty. Once you're done throwing the cans in stay there. Be prepared to disable anyone who isn't affected by the gas." Monty and Emori exchanged a nod. Miller patted me on the shoulder. This is our only shot if we can't control them now things can only get worse.

Harper and Murphy helped everyone get into the vent. They started with Monty, pushing him up closer to the vent. He groaned as he began pulling himself into the vent. Once he got in he held his hand out for Emori. Emori placed a chaste kiss to Murphy's lips before using him as support to stretch out towards Monty. He quickly grabbed her hand pulling her in.

Immediately they turned making their way towards the other side of the prison block. Next, Harper and Murphy pushed Miller up. He gracefully pulled himself up into the vent. Miller was one of our stronger guards. Clarke always referred to him as Bellamy's second because Bellamy had trained him in combat himself.

Once Miller stretched out his arm for me Murphy and Harper turned towards me. My nerves kicked in and I could feel my stomach knot. This time it wasn't just me. I had to make sure I took care of my family too. There was much more on the line. Murphy turned towards me as if reading my mind, he pulled me into a tight hug. He let go leaning down in front of me, both of his hands on either shoulder. His face a close distance away from mine. He whispered, "You can do this. I know you can." I let out a deep breath before turning towards the wall.

Harper and Murphy wrapped their arms around my legs, pushing me towards Miller. I stretched out my arm, the tips of my fingers skimming Miller's. They pushed me up a little higher, Miller's hand tightly clasping around mine. I used my other hand to secure his hand before Murphy and Miller let go. He quickly began to pull me up when one of my hands slipped from his. My entire body being held up by Miller's grip on a few of my fingers.

I let out a scream before Murphy and Harper could support my weight beneath me. They pushed me back up this time Miller grabbed me with both his hands wrapped around my wrist. Once I got in he pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Madi. I should've been more careful."

I rubbed his back, his muscles releasing some tension beneath my touch. "It's okay. I'm okay." I pulled away quickly crawling towards the prison block. Miller followed closely behind me. "If this doesn't work, make sure you shoot Bishop in the leg first." His brows knit together as he stared at me, a confused look on his face. I ignored it turning back towards the path in front of me.

Bishop had tortured my family enough. It was time for him to get what's been long overdue. I've had enough of him. He's done nothing but hurt us and I've had enough. If no one else was going to do anything it was time to take matters into my own hands.

Once we made it in front of the vent I scanned the prison block for Bishop. There he was, standing aimlessly in the middle of the chaos. His eyes were still focused on the security camera, a large smile on his face. Miller took out two masks and carefully set up the cans in front of us. I placed my hand on his. "I've already talked to Azuma. Shoot Bishop in the leg. Azuma is going to take him to the interrogation room, so I can...talk to him."

"Madi, I don't think Octavia would want that." He stared at me, his eyes were bulging. There was a darkness in his chestnut eyes.

"I know, that's why Azuma and I didn't tell her." His jaw dropped as he stared at me, completely astonished. "But if we don't do this he's only going to make things worse. And I can't forgive him for what he did to them. They may deserve this kill, but I know they can't right now. I won't take the risk of having him around any longer." Miller stared at me, incapable of uttering a single word. Disobeying Octavia was something no one had ever dared to ever do. I placed my hand on his knee. "Just do it, okay?"

He nodded continuing to take out the cans from his backpack. Octavia can't even attempt to walk for at least another two weeks. Clarke won't be able to walk on her leg for at least four months. Bellamy won't recover for at least a week. The longer we take to do this, the more vulnerable we're leaving ourselves. Clearly, the guard was incapable of actually doing their jobs. But that's a conversation for another time.

I caught a glimpse of Monty sitting across the room behind the bars of the vent. He was quickly setting up his cans, Emori sat beside him a gun in hand. Emori always preferred working with swords and knives, but that would be useless right now. Even though she rarely used guns she was a good shot. Miller and I quickly put on our masks, he pulled out his guns placing them in front of himself. He held up his rifle and aimed it towards the prisoners beneath us. They were still running around completely oblivious to what was to come. Their screams were echoing throughout the vents.

As soon as Monty was done, he put his mask on giving me the go ahead. Instantly we kicked out the vent doors, the doors falling straight down knocking out some prisoners standing beneath the vents. The block fell silent and all eyes fell on us. I unlocked the cans throwing them in every direction, the gas filling the room. There was confusion amongst everyone as they took in what was happening, but as soon as they realized they were under attack their screams echoed throughout the room. Although some of the chaos faded as people fell unconscious, most of the people were still awake. Luckily the gas had blocked their vision and the guard has broken through the doors.

Once the guard rushed into the room Miller sat back waiting for the gas to clear. His eyes were focused on the ground. I have a sword tucked into a sheath, if I grab a gun I can take Bishop down myself. It may be a long jump, but with the number of prisoners down there, I'm sure they'd break my fall. Octavia, Bellamy, and Clarke would all be up front and center ready to take down the prisoners so why am I here hiding like a coward?

I quickly grabbed one of the guns lying in front of Miller and without any hesitation jumped out from the vent. I could hear Miller screaming above me, but it was too late. The cloud surrounded me completely blurring my vision. Once I landed on the ground my eyes adjusted to the blurry mess in front of me. The only thing keeping me from being blind was this suit. There were prisoners scattered across the floor, some were up and fighting against members of the guard.

I scanned the room looking for Bishop when I felt a metal rod hit my side, a sharp pain burning in my side. Anger built up within me, I quickly turned to see Bishop inches away from me. I could feel the anger spread throughout my body, completely inflamed. I whipped out my sword, the sound of the blade rubbing against the sheath echoing above the chaos. Bishop instantly took his metal rod ramming it into my stomach, twisting it before letting it go. I felt my breath hitch, but I quickly took a few deep breaths ripping it out and swinging it directly for his head.

He took a few steps back, his hand reaching up to cradle his head. There was a shocked look on his face as he stared at me. He stabbed me with a rod but was too stupid to realize I was wearing a protective suit and that he'd only superficially cut me. When his eyes met mine, I took the rod spearing it into his stomach, straight through him. His cold blue eyes widened, I could see the life leaving his body. I ripped the rod out of his stomach, his body immediately falling in front of me.

I felt two arms quickly grab me and throw me over their shoulder. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Azuma carrying me out of the prison block. Guards were running around pushing prisoners back into their cells. Behind us, I saw Luke and Jones were dragging Bishop's lifeless body behind us. A large smile on Luke's face as his deep emerald eyes carefully watched me as I hung from Azuma's shoulder.

Once we got out of all havoc Azuma carefully set me back down. His eyes were dark, filled with anger. He grabbed me by both of my shoulders, leaning down towards me. Murphy, Miller, Monty, Emori, and Harper came running towards us, but immediately stopped once they saw me standing in front of Azuma. "You were supposed to stay with Miller," his tone was bitter. I dropped my eyes to the floor, avoiding his gaze. Luke and Jones moved past us making their way up to the interrogation room. "You could have been hurt." He pulled me into a tight hug, my face buried into his chest. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, his thumb rubbing against the side softly.

He pulled away, holding me an arm's length away from himself. I tilted my head to the side, staring up at him. "I'm sorry." He squeezed my shoulders once more before releasing me from his grasp.

I turned to face Murphy staring at me, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. His eyebrows were raised and there was a harsh anger in his eyes as he stared down at me. His lips were pressed into a tight line, nostrils flaring. "You could have gotten yourself killed," he yelled. Before I could say anything, he stepped forward wrapping his arms tightly around me. He cradled the back of my head with the palm of his hand. I returned his hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his back. My hands fastened behind him. "I wouldn't be able to forgive you if you would have gotten hurt."

Murphy usually showed his emotions through sarcasm, but this was genuine. I could feel the pain in his voice, vibrating through his chest as he hugged me. I tightened my grip around him, squeezing even tighter. "I guess it's a good thing I didn't get hurt." He let out a laugh. Miller, Monty, Emori, and Harper all stood behind him hardened expression across their faces. Azuma stood a safe distance away from them, carefully watching us.

Once Murphy pulled away from me I held my arms out, a hopeful smile on my face. They all immediately made their way over entrapping me in a tight group hug. I felt someone press a kiss to the top of my head. "There'd be a long list of people to have our heads if anything were to happen to you," Miller laughed. The feeling of everyone's chests vibrating as they laughed relaxed. Everyone released me except for Miller who had tightened his grip on me. His head rested on my shoulder, as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold on, I need this because once Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia find out I let you jump out of the vents I just might die."

"I'm sorry." He finally released his grip on me, a sad look in his eyes. "I shouldn't have jumped. But when you go up to talk to them, let me know. I'll go with you." His face lightened, but even he knew he wouldn't get let off the hook so easily. It was selfish of me to jump down without tell him or even warning him.

"What are we doing now?" Harper looked over at Azuma who was patiently standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. She stared back at me, narrowing her eyes down at me. "Come on Madi I know you've got a plan."

"Time to make Bishop pay." Everyone's eyes widened. I felt Murphy glare at me, but I quickly moved down the hallway grabbing Azuma by his forearm. Everyone quickly followed behind us. Azuma willingly stepped into a flow with me making his way down the hall with me.

As soon as we got to the interrogation room Azuma stood in front of the door. His arms folded in front of his chest. "What happens in this room will not leave this room until I say so." Everyone exchanged some looks before nodding in unison. "Octavia, Bellamy, and Clarke don't know about this and I intend to keep it that way until Madi says so."

I turned towards them, shocked looks on everyone's faces. "I'm going to weaken him. Make him suffer. Once he's on the brink of death you all will bring them down and they will get to finish him off." Maybe it isn't fair that I'm doing this for them, but it needs to be done. Bishop is an unnecessary burden.

I turned back towards Azuma who proceeded to open the door to the room. Luke and Jones silently stood on either side of Bishop. Bishop was handcuffed to the chair, his head hanging in front of him. Luke looked up at me, but his eyes instantly fell back to the floor as he saw Azuma standing close behind me. I know my family was intimidating, but Luke always looked scared of them. Jones was never afraid to stare them right in the eyes. Luke usually can, but for some reason when I'm around he just gets scared.

Everyone stood around the room, there was a table set up with weapons. There's no time to dwell on whatever Luke's problem is right now. Miller and Murphy stood behind Bishop, Harper and Emori stood beside the weapon trays on both sides of Bishop. Azuma stood in the corner with Monty. I made my way towards Bishop, checking his pulse. It was weak but steady. He wasn't severely injured, at least not yet.

"Get me a med kit. I need to patch him up, so we can continue." Harper started looking through the cabinets around the room. I squatted in front of Bishop slapping his face lightly to wake him up. He let out a soft groan, but his eyes remained shut. I took the back of my hand slapping his cheek as hard as possible. "Time for some vengeance." His eyes slowly flickered open, his cheek began to turn a bright shade of pink. "You didn't think you could hurt my family and get away with it, did you?" His eyes focused on me, a fearful look in his eyes. He tried to clear his throat, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

Harper approached me with the med kit opening it up and setting it aside. Luke kneeled beside me quickly picking up some gauze and a large knife. I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He placed his hand on mine. "It's okay. I'll take care of it." His eyes shifted up to meet mine, his hand still carefully wrapped around my hand. After a few seconds, I pulled my hand from him allowing him to continue.

Luke had been training with Abby in the bunker to be a doctor, but once they got out of the bunker he was needed as a member of the guard. Octavia said it was a better fit for him. I watched him as he filled Bishop's wound with gauze and disinfectant. "Heat this up." He handed the blade to Jones who quickly left the room to do as he was told.

I stood back up, placing both of my hands on either side of Bishop and leaning forward. He was growing pale his forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes looked feeble. I stepped away from him taking a knee beside Luke. He looked up at me through his lashes, a rose-tone rising in his cheeks. "Radio me when you're done with him." I turned towards Miller, his eyes narrowed down at me. "Time to have a conversation with Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia."

I could see the tension enter his body as he stared at me. Ignoring it I made my way out of the room, Murphy, Miller, Monty, and Emori all followed close behind me. Harper and Azuma stayed in the room to make sure nothing happens while we're gone. The last thing I need right now is another Bishop issue.

To get the full satisfaction of torturing Bishop I'd need him alive and well enough to feel the pain. Until then I guess I need to go talk to Clarke and Bellamy about what happened. It's better that they find out from me than from anyone else.