Brave New World

Chapter 3: Of One's Own

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Bellamy

Finn and I had been sitting at the middle of the mountain for about thirty minutes now. We expected to be found, killed, taken. We hadn't run into anyone, or anything. I still didn't have a plan, and Finn wasn't any better off.

I decided that we'd just scout the area out, not try to rescue anyone. For all I knew, Finn and I might only be able to get in and out once, we'd need to get as many people out as possible. Seeing as neither of us knew the terrain and facility, Finn and I started to scout everything out.

It didn't take us long to realize, that the large facility started on the top of the mountain. A barbed wire fence, with four, old and barely standing, guard towers surrounded the beaten down building. It wasn't incredibly large like I'd imagined, which led me to believe that the majority of the building was underground.

We hid behind the over grown greenery. There appeared to be a line of what Finn had called the mountain men, leaving the barbed wire fence. I was in shock when a side of the mountain lifted, and an automobile drove out of the facility. I considered getting inside the fence and waiting until the automobile to return for us to get inside.

The thought was replaced when I realized, we didn't fit in. The only people going into the facility seemed to be prisoners/prey, and Mountain Men.

The realization hit me, I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of this before. It was so painfully obvious. The only ones getting willingly inside there, we're mountain men. If Finn and I took out two guards, got in their suits, then we could just stroll inside there with the others.

Now the only problem was finding two guys that lagged behind. I glanced over at Finn, he was watching everything with wide eyes and an analytical look on his face. The expression looked better on Clarke, but I didn't have time to dwell on that.

"Hey Cupcake," I whispered to Finn, my mood visibly brightened by the idea, "I have a plan." I finished, the corners of my mouth turning up in a ghost of a smile.

"Cupcake... Really?" Finn whispered back, my smile grew a little more.

"The only way were getting in there without being taken hostage is killing two guards and taking their outfits. Then we can walk right in, scout around, and gather some information." I told him quickly, still looking around for the guards.

"Do we have to kill them?" Finn asked, his expression looking doubtful and disgusted.

"If we knock them out, they'll wake up and report us, we'd be caught, and possibly killed. If we tie them up, they'll eventually be found, and well you know the rest." I said exasperated.

"Fine, what happens when we get inside the building. I doubt they continue to wear the suits for long. People will notice we're not the people they know." Finn pointed out.

"We'll come up with something. A reason to keep the suits on. Or get away before we have to take them off." I stated, this was the first idea I'd had, and the chances weren't that bad. I was almost positive we could pull of the first part; but Finn was right, once we were inside, everything becomes a lot harder.

A group of guards began moving outside the gate again. Conveniently two guards were falling behind. Finn and I both raised our guns. We waited until the small group moved into the forest, and the two were finally following a good one hundred feet behind, to shoot them through the head.

The mountain men didn't seem to notice that two of their men lay motionless, dead on the ground. I'd been careful to shoot the unknown man, in the back of the neck, not damaging his mask or suit. Finn on the other hand, had to take three shots to send a bullet through the mans chest, and one through the back of his head.

I pulled mine further into the forest away from continuing group. First I searched for identification. 'Trey Isaacs; thirty two years of age, five foot; eleven inches, married to Jamie Isaacs. Housing, 3C:19.' I started taking off the mask to see dark brown hair, similar to mine, just shorter and ashier. His eyes were brown, but he had a softer jaw line and barely any bulk to him.

I started dressing over my clothes and switching the few belongings I had into his pack. Finn was already dressed, and now reading through his identity.

"I'm Aiden Bartan, thirty six years of age, five foot; nine, never married, Housing in 3C:21." Finn read quietly just before he put his mask on.

"We need to hide the bodies." I said before I placed my mask over my face as well.

We hauled the bodies over our shoulders and began towards the cliff closer to the west side. Once we reached it, I reluctantly tossed Trey Isaacs over the side. Doing what you had to do to survive doesn't always make it right, nor does it help figure out so you are... Survival weighed down on me, harder than ever before.

I was a murderer no matter what way you looked at it. I would, and could never be clean again. The only comfort I had was that almost fifty other people felt the same way I did. That's why I spoke to Finn without edge or hostility.

"We did what we had to do to surrvive, If we die, the human race dies along with us." My voice was even and unwavering.

"That's not true," Finn turned towards me, finally looking away from where he'd pushed the body into the dark, open earth, "They... Are human." Finn said, looking back down into the cliff before turning on his heel and walking away.

He was right in a sense... But he wasn't a leader. Finn didn't know how hard it was to make decisions that save your people, that look out for the people, that kept my people alive. Now, he was starting to see what I and Clarke went through, and why we made the decisions that we did.

Clarke

I'd gotten out again, though I saw the security cameras; the blinking red light told me that I was in fact, being watched. Whether they were letting me adventure on my own, which would be awfully smart of them, or had terrible security guards, I didn't know.

I was paranoid. I'd only been in four or five rooms that didn't have a surveillance cameras working. The laundry room, being the first one. The Janitors closet being the second. The public showers, being the third, thankfully. The fourth was the sparring room.

I had yet to go into the controls room, mainly because I knew I'd run into Marcus, and I wanted to avoid him for as long as I could. There were two halls closed off from me, which I wanted to ask about. But I had full access to the sixty six of us that are left, I'd counted.

I then wrote the statistic on a piece of off-white paper, they'd given me a real journal, I kept it with me at all times. I'd visited the military room twice, the first time generally curious, the second time in a mixture of amusement and frustration. There was no way that the camera watching me, would not notice if I started taking supplies. Let alone the hallway cameras, they would see the large bags of guns, grenades, bombs, knifes, and swords.

I had to find another way to get them to that laundry room. I'd walked the tunnel earlier in the morning, when the mountain men seemed to be the lowest, though I hadn't crossed paths with many. When Marcus said they were low on people, He meant it. Or this place was a lot larger than I originally thought. I liked the former.

I walked seven minutes, then hit the three way crossroad. From what I'd marked down, if I kept forward I would be led towards the front of the mountain, not a good place to come out of. If I went right, I'd be led into and under, the middle part of the mountain, putting us on the other side, not where I wanted to go. This being one of the things I had drawn in the journal.

That's why I decided to go left, because it seemed to be the quickest way out of the mountain and heading in a familiar direction, meaning we'd be able to move faster, and more fluently, and the last place the Mountain Men would check, would be our old camp.

I wanted to hike past our old camp, then go further north. So exiting left of the mountain would be best. I still didn't know where to go, but I knew we had to find a building, a permanent one, something like this facility, something that survived the bombing and one hundred years of nature.

I went left, guessing about the time for future referencing, it was about fifteen minutes. I reached a dead end. It didn't lead anywhere. I sat down, thinking about crying, screaming, or just curling up into a ball and falling asleep.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, and rested my head on my knees, carefully wrapping my arms around my head. We couldn't leave out of the front, we'd be stopped so easily, even with weapons, it would be a massacre, and I wouldn't put my people through that again. Not this soon, not when it could be avoided.

If the right wasn't closed like this one, we could take it, but from what I heard, reapers roamed those side of the woods, and even with guns, I don't think we could take them without casualties.

I sunk further into myself, just wishing to fall asleep and let all my troubles cloud me another day. I had so many questions. For starters, who were these Mountain men, they were human, we all are. But the reapers, and grounders were terrified of them. They seemed civil, they were weren't killing us, though I'm sure we served some purpose that Marcus hadn't mentioned, but they didn't seem life threatening.

I needed to find a library, or get information out of the control center as to where other emergency facilities were nearby. I needed to find an escape route for us. I needed supplies. I needed information on the reapers, besides their deformed looking appearances, and cannibalism, I knew nothing about them.

But mostly... I needed someone else, I needed another leader. Not just a leader, not just anyone that could boss the delinquents around, I needed someone I respected, they respected. I needed; A war strategist, a hot headed, sarcastic, over protective, asshole, that didn't just push me to my limits, but pushed everyone to their limits, pushed us to succeed. I needed... I needed Bellamy

Reality struck me like a fish out of water. I felt the pressure behind my eyes grow stronger, I could barely fight the tears back. I was completely alone, and at a loss of what to do or Believe anymore. I'd lost everyone that cared for me. I think the only reason I didn't break down and cry was because, I had no one to comfort me, and even worse off, I couldn't comfort myself.

As I sat against the wall, my head lulled to the side, looking at everything with blurry eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. The next reason I didn't cry, was Bellamy himself. He'd be disappointed if I, the "Brave princess" broke down when I needed to stay strong. It wouldn't do his death justice if I sat, and cried, not while I had hope and could find a way out.

I just wished I could have told him... That he wasn't a bad person, that his mother, she'd be proud to have him as a son. That he was the most loyal human being I'd ever met, though my life wasn't exactly filled with loyalty, he loved his sister enough to follow her into hell.

He was loyal to the camp as a whole, never making bad decisions for the majority of the camp, never letting emotions get in the way of what needed to be done. He was strong, fierce, smart, courages, persistent, quick witted, and stubborn, all things that made him human, and one of the best people I'd met. A single tear dropped from my right eye, I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to focus on an escape and not the sorrow that was slowly eating me alive.

I looked back to the dead end. A small gasp tearing itself from my throat. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed them before. Very small golden pools seeping through the rock wall. I squinted my blue eyes at it, and curiously got up from my defeated position, I fingered the little light. Sunlight was coming in. This was a passage way, to the outside, just the sun hadn't been up when I'd first come to it.

I bit the flashlight in between my teeth and grabbed at a rock, pulling with a good portion of my strength. The slow down hill walk had been worth it, I was at the bottom of the mountain, outside the gate. Just having this two mile advantage, would give us enough time to escape and keep ahead.

I returned to the laundry room, guessing that the walk was a total of twenty to thirty minutes. I lifted the Heavy metal stopper and placed it in the hole, I don't know why the didn't just make a door, but if I ever met the person who made this, I'd thank them regardless. Next, I pushed the machine in front of the stopper, making sure everything aligned perfectly.

Then I exited the room. As I left, I ran directly into Marcus Xavior. My good mood instantly faltered and I became nervous. On the positive note for the day, I did find a way out...

Marcus Xavior

I'd been watching Clarke Griffin, she was pulled up on the side screen at all times. Her room, which she'd left the previous day and now this morning, was empty. She was the first of all the spacewalkers to "adventure."

I had her closely watched, she seemed to like the weapons room, and the laundry room, or other rooms that didn't have surveillance. Though I didn't blame her, I wouldn't want to be watched constantly either. She didn't however know, about the tracker in her arm.

I grew suspicious when she hung out in the laundry room for more than an hour, just as I was reaching the room she came out. She looked surprised, and irritated with my presence.

"You look nervous, hiding something?" I asked, suspiciously. Her features remained blank, a small look of disbelief crossing her face, and then pure disgust at the accusation. I began to fill guilty for jumping to an accusation.

"I'm not nervous," Clarke spoke coldly, "I just don't like you." She finished, and started past me.

Though I followed after her, much to her obvious displeasure. She turned the corner and glanced at me with cool, calculating eyes. I could see her mind working, little gears moving, she had questions, and knew I had the answers.

"Are you in contact with, or know of other facilities, like this one, that survived?" She finally began the questioning.

"Other facilities survived, but we have no contact with them, mainly because no people made it to them in time." She seemed to think about my question for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. She looked like she accepted my answer, it made me smirk. Even though this seventeen year old was captured, she still demanded things like she was on top, or in control.

"Who are you exactly?" She asked, her eyes glancing at me and then the facility we were in.

"I'm Marcus Xav-" I began but her hiss interrupted me.

"You know what I mean." She snapped, her irritation gaining control of the situation once again. She was correct, I knew what she meant.

"The Mountain Men, are essentially descendants of government officers, officials, and Representatives. Anyone who made it here from the government before the bombing. That's why, Felix is in charge, because he's a great grandson of our past president." I explained.

"So why do you want sixty six teenagers?" She demanded, I smirked.

"Our government, that survived was ran the right way. The Grounders, and Reapers, are to savage to listen to anyone official, to start humanity right, to repopulate the earth. Sixty six young kids, can and will help do that." I stated with a cold confidence, I saw her eyes flickering, but wasn't able to identify the emotion before it was gone.

"You... You want to control us, dictator us. We'd be your working people, and you'd make the rules..." She hissed, her voice menacing, cold, and held a threat under her tone.

" No," I informed her, "That's why you're on the council, and being married to our president. Because your people will listen to you, and you... You'll listen to me." I stated, knowing she would retaliate, but with what. Her people, and she would die if she didn't agree and follow my orders.

"I'll never... Listen to you." She spat, her blue eyes dancing in fury, her eyebrows drawn together in frustration. Her muscles tense, wanting to strike out to release her anger.

"For your people, you will. Because you serve two purposes. You control the young, childish Felix, and keep my thoughts on the table. And your people... They live, only because you serve those two purposes." I stared into her furious sapphire orbs. "You only live because of those purposes..." I finished, my dark mood slowly drifting away.

"Are you... Threatening me?" She fought back, which surprised me, I expected her to be the easier piece maker, and compliant one, compared to the angry, older boy. Maybe I'd been wrong, she wasn't one to be manipulated. But the other leader was dead, and she was all they had left. She knew it too.

I didn't answer her, there didn't need to be a clarification. "This facility," she hissed in pure hatred, "may have withstood a nuclear war and one hundred years of radiation and nature. But it will not withstand me. You will not withstand me." She snapped and quickly turned on her heel and stalked back to the hall she'd come from.

I let out a small hiss and began walking in the opposite direction, uncaring of her tantrum, she couldn't do much, not while her people were locked in our cells.

Bellamy

Seeing as we long since lost the group Trey and Aiden were with, Finn and I waited until they came back. Our wait wasn't long, the group quickly came up the mountain, Finn and I waited until the end line came and then followed them. When we reached near the gate one guy in the back seemed to notice us.

"Isaacs, Bartan, Was that some kind of test...? Captains, I'm not meaning to talk back to you... But I was left alone to guard the west side, the reapers side. You're not still looking for more survived shelters are you?!" The guy didn't sound as angry as he seemed to want to sound. He sounded more desperate, from my first guess, he wanted to be included. Captains...? He called us captains. I snatched a glance at his name tag, Hawkins.

"Hawkins..." I said evenly, the guy looked at me, I could see the hope bubbling in his eyes. This kid was desperate for my approval. I could just imagine how tense Finn was beside me, though you couldn't see it through his suit, I guessed he would be.

We passed through the fence, lining up on the side as the automobile rode passed all of us, then we filled inside. Everything was tinted inside the mask, making things darker and a little clearer, I guessed it had some magnifying glass or plastic inside the material.

"Say are you two," Hawkins referee to Finn and I, "on the patrol tonight." As Finn and I stared back at him he started to explain quickly.

"I'm not, but I assumed you two, being captains and all, especially because Sir Xavior said you could pick whoever else you wanted as guards, would be watching the spacewalkers hold their meeting. But I wouldn't blame you if you didn't care and just had guards randomly posted..." Hawkins blabbered.

"Yeah, we're Supervising." I said, with a small nod. Hawkins looked nervous, and started talking more. This kid was going to be easy to manipulate. I smirked to myself.

"You know, Xavior said you had your choice of people... And you haven't picked anyone yet, do you, maybe have someone, like in mind." Hawkins contiuned, I almost wanted to laugh at his nervous behavior.

"Hawkins," I spoke evenly, he seemed to pale at being addressed, "Tonight, guard with us, I don't want many guards, seeing as I doubt they will try anything." I spoke quickly but evenly, suddenly glad with the two men we'd picked, they had good positions, but if we were addressed by higher ups, they'd see through us instantly, and if we took off the gear, everyone would know, that we were impostors.

"Do you want me to meet you the-" He began but I interrupted him.

"Meet us outside of C hall housing." I said, my voice hard, leaving no room for argument or conversation.

"Yes sir." Hawkins said and then turned around as we entered the room past where they stored the automobiles. Yes, plural, they had more than one, which I didn't understand, seeing as the trees were so close together, they wouldn't be able to get very far.

Some of the men begun to take off their suits and masks, Finn, I and Hawkins remained in our gear, a few other men chose to do the same.

Hawkins started towards a main door, before he took more than three steps I strode across the room and left through it, Finn not far behind me. If we were captains, we had to act fast, catch on quick and figure out this damn place before they figured out we didn't belong here.

For starters the remaining one hundred seemed to be holding a meeting later tonight. That meant they were alive, and for a fact, here. Clarke, assuming she was alive, must have negotiated a way for her to communicate with our people, or an alliance with the mountain men, but I wouldn't blow our cover until I absolutely knew what was going on.

I didn't think the mountain men would be too happy about us killing two of their own. Finn walked closer to me and I assumed he had something to share.

I tilted my head to hear him clearer. "We should go to my place, you're married." Finn said, it took me a moment to comprehend what he was talking about, I nodded and we headed for the housing area.

I noticed the large cafeteria like area with the kitchen behind closed doors. I took note of rooms we passed, curiously looking inside. A small part of me hoping to see a blonde head, and small figure, pacing behind one of the doors; or sitting and thinking with that wide eyed, critical look on her face. Her blue eyes, shinning with that taunt, whispering that she knew something that you didn't.

We'd reached Finns "room" and quietly entered. It was suspicious that we hadn't seen anyone the entire way we'd walked. I had noticed the security cameras that covered all the hallways. Finn and I would have to find the control room and take out those pesky cameras before we tried to get everyone out. We'd also have to find a way to get out, a way the Mountain Men wouldn't know, or follow.

We'd need a place to go. Somewhere we could survive the winters fast approach. We'd need supplies. Weapons, food, a clean water source. Maybe Clarke had already had a plan, or a few ideas. Though I doubted she would openly share them, not while guards were in the room.

I wished there was a way for me to speak to her, to see her, to know she was okay. All I could do was put my trust in her defiance and resilience, so that's what I did.

Clarke

Pissing him off was easier than I'd expected, except, he'd managed to anger me as well. But as long as I had a few hours in the control room without him, I could potentially find a place for us to migrate to.

I walked into the room, shocked that it was empty. Then I noticed what time it was, and why I was hungry. The officers must have gone to lunch. I glanced around the large room, everything looked... Familiar. The systems were similar as to what the ark used. Out dated, yes, very much so, but understandable and easier for me, even better.

My day brightened a little as I sat at the main control center. I saw on the side screen, that was pulled up on the wall, my empty room. I growled in anger, I was the only one they were intently watching. I moved the side screen to the major screen. Then I rewinded the video until I was sitting, and barely ruffling the blankets, when I'd first woken up. I paused the screen, and started typing.

After a minute, the action repeated itself, with small new movements added in. The time kept six days, and all the other additional information. Eventually throughout the video, I stand up and pace for a few minutes, stop, stare, sleep, eat, drink, and draw. It was a normal mix, but completely a lie.

That would help our escape, and ultimatly freedom. Next, I closed out of the hallways that I typically walked down, and put a new lock on the military rooms cameras. Generally thinking, I'd have until later tonight, at the least, to move the supplies and not be caught. I filled the screen with the surveillance camera from this hallway, seeing if anyone would come inside the room, and the cafeteria.

Next I switched the screen to the side screen, once again. I focused on the main screen, they seemed to observe the outside. But I was surprised when I saw cameras from different parts of the forest, some were in the mines, others in the grounders territory, even two perspectives of our burnt camp.

They'd been watching us all along. Though it didn't surprise me, it did scare me. What terrified me more than that, was the lack of movement from six different perspectives on the reapers mines, and grounders forest. It was like they were all gone.

I knew we burnt a lot of them, but not enough to end everything. Tristan and Anya talked about a commander. They talked about different grounder tribes. It seemed they had their own governing party set up, and Anya was either a representative, or official, not... An important leader.

That war with the grounders, that was barely anything. I pulled out my journal and began researching the areas other grounder tribes were in. I quickly drew the united states, and roughly sketched the boarders of each of the states. I noticed a few differences, this united states was missing California, and a part of Washington, it seemed like the edges of states on the coasts, had been wiped out.

The map was confusing until I found a key to go along with it. There were red Xs dotting the United states. Those represented grounder tribes. There appeared to be two grounder tribes in Mexico, one in lower Minnesota. One in Michigan, Maine, Vermont, Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, Illinois, and finally Virginia.

I looked at the yellow splotches that had been filled in. They were at random. The key informed me that those were reapers territories. It was good to know, I penciled them in on my make shift map. There was roughly three reaper nests in a one hundred mile radius of us.

Next I found, detailed markings of green drawn in. The key said they represented Government Facilities. Two resided in Washington, one in Denver, Colorado and Dallas, Texas. Kentucky and Georgia hosted government facilities as well. Mount Weather was marked as home. I magnified the map and looked closer at Mount Weather.

There had to be something I'd been missing. I tried to remember back in history class. I tried to remember the few main government facilities. Not the White House, not the twin towers and their downfall, and not the Statue of Liberty... Those weren't helping us, they were destroyed, just like everything else on the planet.

As I kept zooming in and looking around, I saw something. Not far from this very mountain was another land mark. It wasn't considered a government emergency facility, not like the others. This one was department of defense. I recognized it from out history class. It was The Pentagon.

The pentagon had been known as ground zero once the war began; where the first bombs that hit America landed. Everyone evacuated the building, seeing as it was the main target and not having many other options. I continued to zoom in, then searched the computers for information, trying to see if it was occupied like the others.

It didn't appear to be, or else it would have been marked green. Excitement began to bubble inside of me. Logically, if that bomb did hit its target, I questioned how much was left of the defensive facility. Maybe that's why no one resided there, because there wasn't anything to reside in.

As I continued looking into the new possibility I saw the notes they had taken on the landmark. Unlike the other facilities the Pentagon didn't have much on it. Which meant; the Mountain men either hadn't scouted the area out, or, there wasn't anything left to scout out.

I began to zoom out and pull up the quickest route. I flipped the page in my journal, after coping down the map, it's key, and how long the trip would approximately take. I began to draw the course we'd be taking, including my tunnel escape. From what I gathered, if we turned left, followed the thirty minute walk, and exited out of the base of the mountain, then headed east, we'd be headed in the right direction.

But I sketched the landmarks and exact route that would get us to safety fastest. The hike all together would take us 38 hours to complete, if we didn't run into complications.

The pentagon had five above ground floors, though I didn't count on those, not after a nuclear war. No, it had two large basement levels with five ring corridors each level. That hopefully would still be there, and enough to survive a nuclear war and winter.

If it really was apart of the defense department and they evacuated so quickly, weapons, and supplies would still be there. I sure hoped so. Even if they weren't, I hoped the place existed. We'd take what we could carry/get out of the military room here and make a hasty escape.

In total the walk was fifty seven miles. It would take time for me to completely plan and be ready for an escape, but a plan was started. I could get them out, and have an idea as to where we'd go.

I knew I couldn't take the trip up there, it would be at least three days, they'd notice my absence. But maybe I could send someone. If not... I desperately hoped that the facility was still operational, and empty, because I wasn't spending more than two weeks here.

While I was in the computer room, I decided to keep snooping. The better I knew the room, the easier it would be to get away. I looked at a few of the control panels and then at a laboratory table that caught my attention.

I'd worked in a laboratory with my mother and father for half of my life, so seeing, one inch little chips were a surprise to me. I picked one up and flipped it around in my fingers, a frown coming onto my face.

"What are these...?" I asked myself and placed the device back down. I grabbed one of the folders on the table and skimmed through it. One word caught my attention. 'Trackers,' instantly red warning lights were flashing in my head. Then I looked at my wrist, the small scratch made much more sense, it had healed now, but when I'd first woken up, it was wrapped in gauze.

We were being tracked. The thought that maybe they knew I was in the tunnels is what lead me to the main computer again. I looked up myself, slightly terrified by all the information they had on me. Then clicked on my tracker unit. I'd spent four days in my room, one hour and forty seven minutes in the laundry room, and roughly two hours wandering around. I released a breath in relief. The trackers weren't locatable when I went in the tunnel.

Though, that didn't mean they weren't easily traceable outside, or leave us immobile and vulnerable. I had to find a way to get these trackers out of us, without cutting the medial antebrachial vein.

'Great...' I thought sarcastically. I grabbed the file, and started flipping through the other files before I found one of the grounders, reapers, and their only file on the pentagon. I knew I'd have to return them before we made our leave, but until then; I planned on learning as much as I could.

I exited the room only to run into a guard, he was in his suit and mask. He was the first one I'd seen since we'd been taken. Nervously I stepped back, and held the files to my chest in a protective manner.

He didn't say anything, I wondered if he spoke english. I heard chatter down the hallway, the men were coming back from their lunch break, if I was caught right now, they'd probably lock me up, interrogate me, find the passage. We'd all die, or sit in those white rooms until we lost our minds.

My eyes flickered around me, looking for something I could hide behind or a possible escape. I'm sure the Mountain Men standing before me would pull me out from wherever I tried to go. I was at a loss of what to do, I frantically started to pant, I couldn't think straight.

My entire body tensed as the men turned the corner. I was frozen in my place, my breathing started to pick up as I had a panic attack, my palms were sweaty, and my knees started to shake. I couldn't get around the guard, or casually walk away. I could barely control my own thoughts. One thought that pushed through my head; as the Mountain man grabbed onto my right arm that held the files, was... 'I was caught.'

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I know I've said for a while that Clarke makes an unexpected alliance, and I haven't brought that in quite yet, but it will be coming up. As an author/writer we get ideas instantly that fit perfectly! And though something may not make sense, it's usually elaborated on or explained within a chapter or two.

*So Clarke will make that alliance, she will also begin learning how to fight. Clarke realizes she's actually pretty great with technology, computers, and decieving people ;). She holds the meeting, and we finally get to talk to jasper and Monty!*

*The ark/ Abby and Kane will be in the next chapter (I'm pretty sure...) if not the will have a major perspective on chapter five.*

*Bellamy; being impatient and bored, which isn't his type of thing, starts adventuring around. He FINALLY gets his moment with Clarke! The long awaited Bellarke moment, and depressing thoughts can finally stop! Well... It can have a break for now ;)*

*Octavia and Lincoln are in chapter four. Octavia begins to learn about Lincoln's past. Though it's not exactly what she wanted to hear. She also begins to learn why the grounders hated them so much, why the war really began.*

BELLARKE!