Brave New World
Chapter 7: Abscond (Swirly Chairs)
Authors note: I got on the first page! For a few days this fan fiction and another swapped in and out, but now I'm like fourth from the bottom! This is so exciting! Anyways don't forget to review, enter the give away, and enjoy ;)
Bellamy
I was walking down the large corridor, it was roughly ten in the morning. I had an even schedule that consisted of patrolling, eating, wander, and then sleeping and waking up in Clarke's room, with Clarke. I was getting bored and impatient. Nothing happened around here, ever.
The most dangerous thing I had to deal with throughout the last three days had been Clarke's sarcasm and sharp insults. I saw Finn and I's apartment and knocked twice before I stepped inside.
To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. Four mountain men stood surrounding Finn. I had all their attention, but my attention was on the voices from the other room. It was Xavior's, Felix's, and two muffled unfamiliar voices.
The two leaders stepped into the room, followed by two mountain men. Xavior's gaze sparked over my suited figure. I felt my stomach start to drop, We were caught...
'But how?' I asked myself, we hadn't taken our suits off unless we were behind closed doors. I briefly wondered if Finn had adventured around and been discovered, or if they found my clothes in Clarke's room during the day. Looking back, there were a few things that both, Finn and I could have been caught by, we'd been resided here for five days... So why now?
"Mr. Isaacs, would you like to explain why you haven't key-carded into your house once within the last five days? Or maybe you'd like to explain, why you haven't spoken to your wife during those five days?" Xavior asked and walked around the room, glancing at some photographs and small objects.
"Sir-" I started, not completely sure what I was going to say. Xavior interrupted me before I could get through the introduction.
"Isaacs, Bartan, I want both of you to tell me what the hell is going on? I want you to prove my suspicion that you two are impostors, wrong. Can you do that?" Xavior spoke and stared directly at me, I felt like he was seeing through the suit and had already won.
The door was blocked, and there was six mountain men ready to pounce the second they were told to. I remained silent, Finn didn't dare say a word. We were both to flabbergasted to do anything.
Xavior released a sigh, his eyes turned cold, I watched as his Adams apple bobbed for a moment, before he demanded that we take off our suits. I hesitated, and when one of the mountain men came at me, I instinctively pulled my right fight back and landed two solid blows to the mans mask and rib cage.
Just as the first man was going down, two more were already on me, one behind, and the other in front. I tried to fight, there were just to many. Finally as they began to get solid grips on me, I settled to bucking and just trying to shake them off. I was forced to face Xavior.
Standing a few feet away from Xavior was Finn, his mask discarded and the suit, a little to large for him, swayed slightly. I stifled a growl at how quickly Finn had surrendered. I felt my mask physically ripped off my face.
I stared eye to eye with Xavior. He didn't seem happy by the Intrusion. What had me more worried was he didn't seem surprised that I and Finn were here, it seemed like he'd been expecting us.
"Hmmm," He hummed and stared at me and then back to Finn. The hum was filled with a light content. "Bring them both to the control room, tie them up, and stand guard until I arrive." Marcus commanded the men. I felt my body tugged forward and hesitantly followed their pulling. Finn was a few paces behind me, though he seemed to be walking on his own will.
I scoffed, here we were, both going to die, and he wouldn't even fight. I glared at the ground, but that didn't satisfy my need to make someone feel scared, terrible, or unworthy. So I shot a look over my shoulder and glared at Finn.
His eyes quickly met mine. For a moment his eyes looked frantic, like he was trying to get a message across to me. It didn't make sense, my glare slowly fell. There was no use glaring if he wouldn't feel bad or show that it affected him. I scowled and looked ahead of me again.
I felt Finn's eyes burning into my form. Specifically the back of my head. I thought for a moment, looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was almost eleven. I also relaized we were walking down Clarkes hallway. She'd probably be in her room taking a small break right about now.
I quickly looked back again and saw Finn look at Clarkes room that was coming up. I nodded my understanding. Though I wanted to go beat down her door and tell her to; A.) escape while they were distracted. B.) Negotiate and save our asses. Or C.) Help us while we're not tied down. I knew Finn wasn't a fighter and there was five of them against two of us.
Finn would have to quickly get into Clarke's room explain what the hell was happening while I started a miniature fight. I knew the fight would be short lived and I would potentially get beaten the shit out of, and possibly even killed, but we had to do something.
I took a deep breath, Clarkes room was three doors away. We walked another three feet and then I roughly shoved my right shoulder into my right guard. Resulting in the little formation being broken and all of us moving towards the right. I quickly shook my hands free of their grip and delivered a few swift blows to Finn's incoming guards.
Finn quietly stepped backwards and away from the fight scene. He kept quietly backing away until he was far enough to run and not be caught. They noticed his absence when I was contained on the floor with a bloodie nose and harsh breathing.
They didn't see where he went though, which was a little relieving. Not much... But a little. I felt the mountain men roughly pull me up again. I hadn't regained my breath. I let out a huff and sucked in as much oxygen as I could get, trying not to wheeze.
"Where the hell did the other guy go?" One of the mountain men half asked me, and half asked the other guardsmen.
I shrugged, a light and undefeated smirk making its way onto my face. One of the mountain men lifted his fist to strike me again, but I pointedly dunked and avoided a broken jaw.
I hadn't been so relieved to see Finn in my entire life. Once he returned, the mountain men looked at us very suspiciously and started to ask questions. One of them lifted their hand towards Finn and I blurted the first thing that came to my mind.
"He had to piss. Can't you let a guy wiz before he's gonna die?" I stated, a cunning smirk quickly followed. I was fast on my feet but that didn't mean my lies were good. They thought for a moment but then started roughly pulling us back down the path.
As we passed Clarkes door I saw a flash of blonde hair and let out the small sigh I hadn't known I'd been holding.
It didn't take us long until we reached the main control room. They pulled two very comfortable chairs out and tossed us in them. I Held my hands up in surrender as the guards eyed me nervously.
One of the mountain men brought rope out and I looked at it with skeptical and uneasy eyes. I sent a flash of a smile to the man that started towards me with the rope and gave him a sarcastic and fake look.
"You know, I've tried bondage before, and it's not really my thing. So I think I'll pass." I said, the sarcasm leaking through my comical tone.
"Shut up." The man growled and roughly grabbed my arms and pulled them behind the chair. The chair seem to move as my body was moved, that's when I relaized it was a swivel chair. A small grin worked its way onto my face. This could be very useful.
Next my right calf was bound to the middle of the chair, though they didn't bind my left leg, it wouldn't be much use. My chest was tightly bound to the chair which resulted in me sitting up fairly straight and uncomfortably.
The mountain men backed away when they were finished. I noticed two men sat at large keyboards and kept researching things on the computer. I saw Clarke's room pulled up, and felt my hope drop as she was just sitting on her bed. Why were her clothes white again? I briefly wondered but didn't dwell on it.
The men were also monitoring a camera near out camp. There was smoke in the distance. Someone or something was back in out camp, I wanted to think about possibly other survivors but quickly focused on my own situation and survival at hand. The men also looked at the radiation levels and security cameras all around the building.
I would have been amazed if I wasn't so focused on trying to get the ropes that bound me to loosen enough for me to slip out, or completely off, them. Two mountain men stood by the door, and the other two stood somewhere behind Finn and I.
Finn wasn't tied as securely and much as I was. I felt like that was a small compliment to my ability. The two mountain men guarding the door kept glancing at me nervously. Deciding my only real defense at this point was sarcasm, I was going to exploit the hell out of it.
"You know, when you continuously stare at someone, it's like undressing them with your eyes... So let me ask you something, are you undressing me?" I asked and sent a dashing smirk with narrowed and flirtatious eyes to the mountain men.
"You know... I always kind of thought when I died it would be honorable... Not next to a sarcastic, flirtatious, Asshole." Finn muttered and I shot him a hurt look. If I would have been able to move my hands I would have put my right one over my heart.
"You don't mean that!" I gasped at the glowering boy. I couldn't keep the devious smirk off of my face after Finn looked like he wanted to die, solely to escape my sarcasm.
I was silent for a moment longer, my thoughts slowly creeping up on me. I deserved this, I deserved to die... But Finn, he didn't. Nor did those other sixty six kids. Clarke needed to evacuate everyone... And I needed to get Finn out of here alive.
Though the Spacewalker and I had major differences, actually we were different in almost every aspect, he was a good guy. I didn't know if I could say the same for myself, not anymore.
Of course I didn't want to die. My sister was alive and with a tribe of grounders, I needed to be reunited with her. I had to help Clarke lead a camp of juvenile deliquents, I had to make up for my wrong doings. But life was cruel, just because I needed and wanted something, didn't mean I would get it.
I sighed and bit my bottom lip in thought. The door creaked as Xavior, Felix and Ex-Chancellor Diana Sydney walked in the room. I nearly swore my jaw dropped. She's supposed to be dead with all the others on the exodus ship...!?
Clarke
'Common Clarke...' I encouraged myself as I was still crossing wires. I was currently locking into my inner Raven and rewiring the Grounders cells to be opened. I prayed I wasn't too late, but I knew I couldn't save Bellamy and Finn without back up.
I wasn't willing to risk Jasper and Miller if everything went up in a shoot out. I needed them for the escape, and Monty was a genius but not a fighter. Anya on the other hand, was a vengeful woman and amazing fighter.
The past six days we'd met in the showers, headed to the training room together and worked on basic fighting skills. She'd instructed me to use my feet and kick my opponent than hit them. Mainly because of my small form and lack of muscle. She'd taught me basic footwork, but was I did best was knife and smal sword skills.
Anya taught me how to properly hold them, slash, stab, move, defend, and fight with the knives. Of course I wasn't perfect, I'd only been doing it for two hours a day for six days. But It would have to be enough for now.
Finally the two wires sparked and I heard a large commotion in the hallway. I was suddenly very thankful that when I'd met Felxi for the first time, that I'd gotten us lost and he shared that the wires and system imprisoning the grounders were kept here.
I quickly ran towards the real enterance of the grounders holding area. My eyes widened when Anya held a sword to my throat. I carefully took a step back and held my ands up in surrender.
She dropped the blade from my throat as she relaized it was me. I took a deep breath and then began counting how many grounders there were. 'Twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight.' I finsihed and looked at Anya.
"I need your help. Two of my people have been taken hostage and are about to be killed as we speak." I spoke quickly and nodded my head towards the exit.
"I have to first explain to my people what is happening. I haven't seen some of them in three months." I nodded and stepped a few feet back. I couldn't help the small trembling in my hands and knees.
"Grounders!" Anya yelled over the commotion, "I have made a temporary Alliance with the invaders." Anya said and I couldn't help bt glare at 'Temporary and Invaders.'
"You will honor this alliance because they are the ones allowing us to escape with them, and because I told you so." Anya harshly said and all the grounders nodded.
"We are escaping with the invaders and then leaving. We will not be with them for more than a few days, no trouble should come out of our side!" She demanded and the grounders nodded yet again.
"Sai, Grant, you'll be helping me with something. The rest of us, follow and be prepared." Anya stated, and turned to me. I nodded, slightly hesitant about being with large crowd of grounders, half of which I'd been at war with less than twenty days ago.
Bellamy
I was still too shocked to speak, and Finn seemed even more confused and surprised than I was. The blonde woman smiled at both of us, clearly enjoying our reactions. Finally I managed to croak out a few words.
"How'd you surrvive that crash?" I demanded, and gave the older woman a one over. She didn't have a single scratch on her body. If anyone did survive that crash, they would have been dead within a few minutes of bleeding to death. Or the damage would have been so bad, that you'd wish you were dead... So how'd she survive?
"There were many survivors Bellamy Blake." She spoke, her voice high and filled with feigned compassion.
"How. Did. You. Surrvive?" I spoke each word slowly and deadly. I didn't ask the damn woman if there were more, I asked how.
"There were... Certain safer places on the exodus ship." She dragged out, and slowly ran her finger over my right shoulder and than down and across my chest, all the way back up to my left shoulder. The distrust and sheer disgust radiated off of me.
"And, The Exodus ship had certain pods that could be deployed. After a few moments and the parachutes didn't go off. My pod launched away from the mess. Six other pods filled with fifteen to twenty people each, surrvived too." Diana said, her eyes devious while her face poised a mellow and concerned look.
"So the Mountain Men... They just helped you out?!" Finn finally spoke. I was slightly relieved he did, the woman gave me shivers, and not the good kind.
"Well you see Finn Collins..." Xavior spoke, his back facing away from us, "When the Ark announced that they were sending one hundred kids down here, it wasn't just to give themselves more time to surrvive. It was also to give us more allies." Xavior said. I paused and thought about what he was hinting at. My brow wrinkled as I struggled to grasp what he meant.
Xavior sighed as neither Finn and I got what he was mentioning. "We've been in contact with the Sydney family line for the last three generations, aware that it was primarily safe to come down. But the Ark thrived the first two generations, it was my during your, thrid generation, that there have been problems."
"Once Diana discovered what was happening she instantly got in contact with me and kept us updated on her and the Arks plans. You one hundred kids, we're supposed to be peace offerings." He hissed at Diana, she rolled her eyes and he continued.
"That did really work out, until now. Just recently we've gotten sixty six teenagers, and nearly eighty to one hundred guardsmen from the ark. All of Diana's survivors want to build our new society." Xavior stated, I began piecing everything together and thinking about the new information.
" The Sydney's... They were apart of the government that was sent up on the Ark to one day help reconnect things between us and the ark... I'd say we're reconnected, wouldn't you?" Xavior finsihed with a rhetorical question. The biggest surprise on me, was learning that the ark, or a certain part of the ark had know that earth was survivable all along.
I grew angry by that small fact. Octavia wouldn't have to have hidden in the floor boards for sixteen years if we would have already been down here. My mother, she wouldn't have had to been floated, if we would have known.
"Why the hell didn't you tell the rest of the Ark that the earth was survivable? Maybe like during the first generation, when we could have started building ships and gotten everyone down here?!" I nearly yelled, my families life had been hard, all because of the rules the ark had set and now they were telling me, that could have all been avoided. I was livid.
"Simple, because once the ark came down, they wouldn't want to run things like the way we did. It was better to wait, gather selected people, the right people to repopulate earth with. People that would follow our rules and systems. After three generations it was finally time." Xavior said, his eyes radiating a satisfaction that made me sick.
Finn had been silent throughout everything, I looked at the boy beside me and was surprised to see him glaring at the floor, his teeth grinding together and his tied hands were fisted behind his back.
"Anyways, now that you've learned our little history, I'm sure you understand why you have to die." Xavior stated, he opened a drawer and pulled out a shiny silver pistol. My eyes widened and I stared at the man like he'd grown another head.
"No, I don't understand why you have to kill us!" I exclaimed in rage and utter confusion. "Never once throughout your little history lecture did you say; This is why you have to die." I shook my head for my emphasis instead of making quotation marks with my fingers.
"People that don't Corporate, and fit in with the system are killed. We have a careful balance and your other leader is about to keep us in balance, If she were to learn you were alive, she'd get hope, and try to get away or fight back." Xavior explained quickly, he loaded the gun and paced a few feet in front of us.
"Maybe we shouldn't kill them just yet." Diana spoke, her tone cautious, yet her face was thoughtful and deceitful.
"What better way to manipulate Clarke Griffin, that having her other leader and friend held hostage." Diana said as she looked at Finn and I again. I felt sick to my stomach. I looked back at the servaliance camera that showed Clarke eating lunch and drawing. She wasn't coming to help us...
Clarke
I lead the way, Anya stayed beside me the entire time. We reached the laundry room and filed inside. I cleared my throat and quickly spoke.
"We will all travel together, so patiently wait here. None of the mountin men should come in, if one does, do not let him leave. Also explain to the... Invaders... That you mean no harm and this has been planned, they should behave civilly. We will be right back!" I exclaimed and then followed Anya, Grant, and Sai out of the room.
I lead the way, we didn't run into a single mountain men the entire way to the room, I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It either was great because they were all occupied or terrible because they were all gathered to interrogate and kill the impostors.
I stopped in front of the door and carefully peeked inside, nervous as to what I'd find. I looked at Anya and the two grounders. Anya had two knives like I did, and Grant had a large two sides scythe, while Sai had a small dagger, his build was muscular and large, he had to be six foot five and looked like he could kill anyone by just flicking them.
"Let me try to negotiate first. Watch through the window." I reasoned and watched as Anya narrowed her eyes and grabbed my wrist.
"We came to save two of your people, but you may be leading all of yours to their deaths because of this." She clarified and then hissed.
"If what I have planned works... This will be saving all of us." I said and yanked the door open, to see four mountain men, a bloodied Bellamy and normal looking Finn tied to chairs, with Xavior, Felix, and Diane Sydney standing above them.
I stared at Diane for a moment, utterly shocked and confused. I watched as the mountain men sprung forward, ready to capture me as well. Xavior lifted his right hand and they paused in their threatening action. I saw both of the handles for my blades sticking out of my boots, and was prepared to pull the weapons out.
"She's not dangerous." Xavior said nonchalantly as he turned his back to me.
"My testicles say otherwise..." Felix murmured, unconsciously grabbing his groin.
I scowled at Xavior's statement. He was wrong, I was dangerous, I was lethal and I was angry.
"Diana Sydney, why am I not surprised you're alive...?" I asked and cocked my head to the side. My blue eyes fierce and narrow. I'd never liked Diana, and she'd never like my family. My mother had always been a nuisance for her to deal with. Now it was my turn.
"And why am I not surprised, that you two," I directed my sharp gaze towards Xavior and Felix, "are holding captive, two of my people?" I spat out, my steady gaze beginning to go white around the edges, pure fury was pumping through my veins.
I reminded myself that I was trying to negotiate before a massacre began. But the massacre seemed so much more pleasing. I took a deep breath and tried desperately to calm myself. Bellamy had been right about one thing... Bottling all my emotions in for another weeks hadn't been a good idea, because now they were slowly seeping out.
Like a bottle beeping poured upside down, slow and steady at first, but then strong and uncontrollable. My bottle wasn't even anymore, it was slowly being tipped.
"Clarke, your people, murdered two of our people, and poised as them for roughly five days." Xavior said, his eyes searching mine. I don't know what he was looking for, but it didn't seem like he found it.
"But you already knew that... Didn't you." Diana didn't ask, she accused. I scoffed at her dry and pathetic accusation.
"I had no idea, my coleader and friend were still alive and living under the same building as us." I lied through my enraged expression. My blonde hair, clung to the sides of my face, casting a small shadow and making me look terrifying. My blue eyes shun out like diamonds in a rock mine, and my figure was so tense I doubted a bullet could actually pierce me.
"You're willing to break off all of our previous agreements, just to get revenge." I stated, my anger still obvious but slightly better concealed and controlled now. I was trying to take the calm route, yet it felt useless.
I had to remind myself that I wasn't a fighter. Yes I'd learned a few tricks; but that's what they were, tricks. I knew I had back up, but if it was possible, we needed to avoid conformation and casualties. But with what I was going to do... I would need a distraction and a fight would be sure to ensue, if it wasn't already happening.
"Clarke, you have no power. No advantage to pull on us. You will do what we say, or you will die." Diana stated, her eyes challanging me.
"You're correct I don't have much of an advantage. But I have sixty six kids following after me. So if you want any if them to even lift a finger for you, then you will listen to me and let those two go." I hissed, my eyes threatening everyone in the room, I noticed Bellamy's small smirk and Finn's shocked gaze.
"Blake if you don't stop smirking I'm going to shoot you myself." I murmured under my breath. As his smirk grew bigger I knew he'd heard me.
"You and those sixty six kids are also trapped in our facility. We could easily starve you out or keep you locked away until you're willing to comply, while these two are dead." Xavior hissed, the gun still in his hand.
"But you won't... Because even though you won't admit it, There's something else going on here. And whatever it is, it pertains around us." I snapped, knowing something had been off since we'd gotten here and they'd offered us so much.
"You don't know anything. Your just a child." Diana growled out, her eyes giving her away. I was right.
The two men that had been working in the computers had been standing for the last ten minutes as we argued and the tension in the room rose to it's maximum. The four guards were ready for any retaliation from me and Xavior stood with the gun directed in between Finn and Bellamy, ready to turn it to one of the boys and fire.
"Why can't we just kill all three of them." Felix spoke for the second time throughout the argument.
"They follow her, and if we want her to follow us, we have to have these two." Diana said, she raised her chin slightly and looked at me and then Bellamy, and finally the silent Finn.
Felix rashly pulled out a gun and cocked it, everyone turned their attention towards him. He steadily aimed the gun at me. Surprise flashed through me but I steadily stared at the black pistol.
"Give me one good reason not to shoot the bitch?" Felix asked, his eyes dangerous, like when he'd pinned me and forcefully tried to kiss me.
"Because it's not very fair if I don't have a gun of my own." I stated clearly, my eyebrows raised and face serene. After I said the statement I swiftly pushed my entire body to the floor and slid under the closest table, which lead me right to Felix.
I grabbed onto the bar and pushed myself against the tile floor even further, easily popping up directly in front of the angry teenager. I grabbed his two hands that held the gun and twirled my body into his. I elbowed his stomach, which winded him as I fired one shot towards Xavior and the other toward the closet mountain man.
I twirled behind Felix as the mountain men had red laser lights all over the recovering kid. Xavior was now on the floor and away from the tied and surprised Bellamy and Finn. The moment I lunged to the side, was the moment Anya, Grant and Sai flooded in.
Bellamy
I watches in slight awe as Clarke quickly slid under the tables and fired a gun. The mere unpredictable action caught everyone so off guard that no one really moved until three grounders broke into the room.
I began to try to get the ropes loose once again but was failing. I noticed Finn almost had one of his hands completely free. So that's why he'd been so quiet, he was focusing on getting his ropes off.
I kept a close eye in Clarke as Anya and the two unfamiliar grounders began fighting the mountain men. Xavior seemed to have recovered from his shock and was looking around for Clarke. I was surprised when two bullets came from across the room. Clarke stood beside the two control workers, the gun loaded, and next to the ebony-haired mans head.
"Marcus put the gun down, or I'll shoot your only two control workers." I heard Clarke say through all the mayhem.
She seemed to keep a close eye on Xavior, but also was searching for something. Xavior lifted the gun with his hands in the surrendering position, but quickly cocked if back at Clarke and shot two bullets. I listened carefully against the knives meeting flesh, and gun shots to hear two bullets meeting metal, but I only heard one.
Finn pulled his hands forward and began untying his feet. After another few moments, he was untying my ropes and we were both mobile. I grabbed the oblivious boy and pulled him under a large metal table as a mountain man tried to swipe his knife at Finn.
I watched as Clarke swiftly knocked out both of the control workers and had her full attention on Xavior. I'd lost sight of Felix, but the grounders seemed to be well off.
I stepped over a dead, or soon to be dead mountain men, he appeared to be bleeding from his neck and his abdomen. I watched as Anya wielded two blades and swung them around her body as she pressed towards a mountain man with another grounder that wielded a double headed scythe coming in behind him.
Another mountin man was inching closer to Clarke who was standing off against Xavior. Though the mountain man was coming from behind and I wasn't sure she'd seen him. I looked around for a discarded gun. When I found none I went back to the mountain mans dead body and tugged his gun off of the limp body.
I found the mountain man in the scope and was about to fire when I saw Diana about to press a button. In my scope it read "Lock Down." I knew she couldn't press the button or we'd be stuck here. I couldn't choose between Clarke's life and sixty six others. Everything went by in slow motion, I noticed I only had one bullet and a few seconds until Clarke was impaled or Dianna pushed the button.
I closed my eyes and let my body guide the gun. I pulled the trigger and opened my eyes to see a splatter of blood around the mountain mans mask and a clean whole straight through it, to his forehead.
"Clarke!" I yelled and watched as the mountain man still fell on top of her, though it was obvious he was lifeless. I saw a mountain man coming towards my side, and as quickly as I could, I whipped around and knocked the end of my gun into his nose. Then ripped the mask off and bashed his head against the table.
As I spun around and caught sight of the blonde girl, she was staring at me in shock. Her sapphire eyes wide from surprise, her small figure trembling from Adrenaline, and her hair wild around her shoulders and neck. I smirked for a moment, a sarcastic retort was working it was to my lips when I saw Diana again. "Behind you." I quickly yelled and watched as Clarke processed What I'd said and whipped around.
Clarke slid under the table and roughly grabbed Diana's hand that was trailing behind her as she was about the push the button. Clarke yanked the older woman's entire bodie away from the alarm system and stood in between the two.
"Get out of my way little girl!" Diana yelled, her anger getting the best of her.
"Shut the hell up." Clarke bit back and pulled two sharp, roughly twelve inch, knives out of her boots and wielded them against the older blonde.
Diana stepped back as Clarke got in a small rhythm with the lethal weapons. I noticed Clarke and Anya had the same footing, and swing. Anya though was obviously a true wielded and had mastered the blades, while Clarke, she showed potential. But Diana didn't know that, Diana just knew that two blades were moving at different angles and different times and approaching her.
I caught a glimpse of Anya and the two grounders tasseling with Xavier and probing viciously at him. Though Felix had dissapesred, and so had Finn.
I looked around hoping to catch sight of either of the two. What I did find was Felix had climbed up onto the metal bars of the ceiling, and sat on the bar. A gun still in his hand, his dark blue eyes shinned with insanity as he loaded the gun. I felt my stomach drop as I saw who he was going to point the gun at and where Finn had gone.
Finn was watching Felix with cautious and calculating eyes while Felix was watching Clarke waiting for the moment to strike. Finn was prepared to dive in front of Clarke to save her. I moved without much thought. I stood underneath Felix and tried to reach his dangling leg. I was a few inches shy.
I grabbed the closest chair, which happened to be a swirly chair, and for today, the bane of my existence. I tried to stand atop the chair but wobbled and spun until it finally stopped. By now Felix was about to pull the trigger, I'd just gotten straight on the damn chair and right when I was about to fall, I grabbed Felix's leg and with all my weight. Brought the both of us to the ground.
He lost his grip in the gun and the bullet that flew forward, bounced off the metal generator at the back of the room. I roughly fell on top of him. He'd hit his ankle and then head when he'd fallen, I assumed he was unconscious.
"Thanks for softening the fall." I muttered as I stood again. I started to walk away but paused, I jogged back over to him and fixed his tie, gave a small sarcastic smile and then joined Clarke and Finn with a gun in hand.
Clarke
As Bellamy approached with a gun, I stepped back from the awful woman. She looked scared for her life; a part of me was glad that she was. She deserved to be. While the other part of me just wanted to put the blades down and call a truce. I knew I couldn't, not anymore. Now it was time to escape.
I glanced at Bellamy and Finn, they seemed unharmed and fine. I bit my lip and then twirled the knives in my hands once. I caught one spot on the handle, and I'd grabbed the other at the top of the handle. I swiftly took the butt of the knife and hit Diana in the forehead with it. She jumped back in surprise and slight daze.
I stood in shock, she was supposed to pass out. I didn't want to do it again... Being physically knocked out causes direct damage to the brain, as an apprentice and nurse, I knew how serious things were, and I wouldn't ever want to harm someone on purpose...
"You childish Bitch!" Diana cried... Scratch that, I did want to hurt her. I forcefully grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, she let out a surprised and paid filled squawk. I roughly bent her over, while I was doing this I saw the button I'd been searching for. I walked two steps and then grabbed Diana by the hair and pulled her face back before roughly crashing it into the control panels.
Her limp body fell to the ground. A stead stream of blood coming from her nose. It felt oddly satisfying. I walked back over to the button, suddenly glad I didn't knock Diana out beside it, so there weren't any problems. I pressed the button and sighed to myself. The button released all of the cells, like a prison break.
Jasper
My door was suddenly thrown open. I cautiously walked towards it, seeing if the guards had done it. I was surprised to see no mountain men. In fact, all the other delinquents had their doors opened too.
They seemed just as, if not more suspicious than I was. It didn't take long for me to find Monty. He looked frantic and panicky.
"Monty do you know what's going on?" I asked, my own panic obvious in my voice.
Monty nodded but didn't answer, he was too busy looking around him.
"Where's Clarke?" Monty asked, his eyes searching everyone the was adventuring out into the hallway.
"I haven't seen her. I'm sure she went to eat or something. It's almost one." I commented but kept searching the crowd anyways.
"Hey guys, do you know what the hell is going on?" Miller marched up to us, his black beanie found and placed back on his head.
"Yes..." Monty murmured and then turned to face both of us. Monty gave us his full attention as he spoke. "I think this is the escape Clarke had been talking about. It's pretty obvious isn't it. The doors just suddenly opening... And even if it's not, then at least we didn't all miss out and they leave without all of us." Monty reasoned.
It made sense, no one was around. The doors all spontaneously opened. And Clarke was gone. I nodded my thoughts to Monty.
Everyone was panicking and searching for Clarke, I cleared my throat and stood awkwardly as everyone stared at me. "Everyone... This is what we've been preparing for. This is our escape. It's the fourth day that Clarke talked about, and the sign was obvious. We need to get to the laundry room." I instructed, and looked to Monty and Miller, to see if I'd left anything out.
"Be on guard and ready at every moment!" Monty cautiously advised.
"Now... Let's Get The Hell Outta Here!" Miller yelled and the large group of teenagers relaxed and began to get excited.
I, Monty, and Miller lead the group to the room and cautiously filled in. Like Clarke had said, the grounders sat patiently against one wall. They didn't speak, motion, or look at us. They basically ignored our existence, which was pretty great, compared to last time where all they wanted to do was murder us.
I stepped out of the line and watched as rows and rows of my friends and people filled in and waited for Clarke with impatience and anxiety.
I hesitantly took a seat beside Monty and began chatting with him for a few moments. The good news was, this wasn't a false alarm. The grounders were here, which meant we were really going to attempt escaping. The bad news was, I wasn't so sure how I felt about the escape. Something felt off.
It was all Clarke's plan, and though she's a genius, I was nervous because she hadn't shared the plans with anyone. Not her in depth ideas and thought process. What if we're we were going, was inhabited by grounders or reapers or more Mountain men. Then what would we do?
I'd gained a new level of respect for Clarke, I'd only been a leader for twenty minutes and I was already stressed and over thinking everything. And now... Now she was alone and leading. It must be incredible difficult for her. I forcefully cleared my thoughts and decided to just focus on waiting and calming the others down.
Clarke
"Anya, it's time to go." I said, Anya nodded and turned back towards Xavior to deliver a swift kick his ribs and then took the butt of her knife, and properly knocked him out. I'd have to ask her about it later... It was much cooler when she did it.
Bellamy shot me a confused and uncertain look as the grounders met us at the door. I gave him a warning look as we all began down the corridor to the laundry room.
I let Anya and the grounders lead as I fell back with Bellamy and Finn. I walked in between the two boys and gave them quick one overs to make sure they weren't internally bleeding or hurt badly.
"What the hell are we doing with the gorunders?" Bellamy whispered into my ear, though his whisper was loud enough for Finn to hear and shot him a glare.
"We've called a temporary truce so we can all escape together. It won't be more than a week with them, and it could bring potential peace between them and us. And even if it doesn't, they don't know where we are going and we don't have much to lose." I reasoned and Finn seemed to beam at my answer.
"Thank god, you're still logical." Finn said, I awkwardly nodded my head not sure if that was a compliment or insult. He seemed to roll his eyes and fix his statement.
"I wasn't insulting you Clarke. I'm just glad you're looking at things more... Reasonably now." Finn expanded, which didn't help him much more than his first statement.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was ever unreasonable with the decisons that kept us all alive." I snapped at him, my brow creased together in frustration.
"Are you really still milking the; 'We brought back up to a meeting they planned to kill Clarke at,' Bit?" Bellamy glowered more than asked and I couldn't help but let a small smile cross my face, I wanted to giggle but my adrinaline was pumping to fast and I couldn't focus on anything but getting to the laundry room.
It didn't take long until we were there. Anya let me step through first, seeing as my people were probably the ones freaking out. We were correct in our accusation because at one half of the large room sat the grounders, looking disinterested and giddy. While at the other side sat a large group of teenagers glaring and glancing nervously at the grounders.
I cleared my throat as we entered and instantly everyone's eyes were on me, and then Bellamy. Small whispers of Excitment and disbelief broke out amungst the reaming one hundred.
"B-Bellamy...!" Jasper exclaimed and jumped to his feet, from the first row. Jasper stood in shock, everyone watching him and their very alive leader. The younger brunet quickly crossed the room and tackled Bellamy in a hug of relief and disbelief.
"We... We all thought you were dead." Jasper hesitantly murmured as he still latched on to Bellamy. The older boy, hesitantly wrapped his right arm around Jasper. After a moment Jasper pulled back, a small hopeful smile on his face.
As Jasper saw me, he tackled me in a hug as well. I couldn't help but squeak quietly as he squeezed me. I laughed as the worried boy let me go and gave me a bright smile. His smile quickly fell as he looked at a red sticky substance that covered his hand. I looked at it and him with confusion.
Jasper quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it half way up. I had blood seeping out of me, slowly because the bullet was still in my skin, but enough to soak my shirt and make me light headed. How had I not noticed?
That was simple, my adrenaline had been on ultra High and I didn't feel the pain. Not until just now, that I realized I'd been shot. I shook my head in disbelief. The bullet was about three inches bellow my rib cage, so it hadn't caused internal damage.
I noticed, that the bullet had mostly skimmed my skin and just kind of stayed, instead of going clean through. It was a good and bad thing. The wound wasn't fatal once I properly took care of it. But I would have to remove the bullet and that would be painful.
I began to put my shirt down, thankful everyone was focused on greeting Bellamy and no one had been watching us. Right as my shirt was about to cover the bloody wound, Bellamy's eyes flashes to my exposed skin and flesh wound. I tugged my shirt down and tried not to meet his shocked and angry eyes.
He grabbed me gently and turned me towards him. His finger grabbed onto the hem of my shirt, me seemed to hesitate for permission for a moment. I looked at him with confusion and a silent beg not to draw attention to the wound.
"You need to patch yourself up. We're not moving anywhere until you do." Bellamy stated, Jasper was the only other person that was listening.
"No, it's fine, it's not deep and it's just skin. It's not fatal. I can patch it up when we stop for the night. For now we need to move out." I told Bellamy firmly, my eyes leaving no argument.
He seemed to dislike the idea but slowly agreed, I released a sigh and nodded my head. Still trying to avoid his eyes. "You will not be out of my sight, got it?" Bellamy asked and when I wouldn't met his eyes and kept looking over his shoulder he cocked his head in front of my vision and used two fingers to guide my chin in his direction. Our eyes aligned and I didn't break the contact.
"Clarke, do you understand?" Bellamy asked again. I nodded my head and began to open my mouth.
"I got it." I murmured and looked down. Bellamy nodded, he looked to have relaxed just a little.
"Okay, we need to get going!" Bellamy stated and clapped his hands together once. Everyone rose from their seats and payed close attention.
I walked over to the machine that covered the passage way. I could feel Bellamy's eyes closely watching me. I began pushing at it, and slowly it began to open. Before I was even half was I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, I looked over my shoulder at Bellamy. A small embarrassed blush decorated my face. He nodded and I stepped back, giving him a light, appreciative smile.
He easily rotated the large machine, which reveled the large metal plug. Bellamy looked at me, and I nodded my head to continue. We both worked together to pull the metal out and set it to the side, it wasn't heavy, but it was awkward.
The dark tunnel lead way back. I turned and faced everyone. "I haven't packed clothes, so if you want more, I suggest you quickly grab some." I stated and grabbed the small bag I'd filled with flashlights.
"Clarke..." Bellamy murmured beside me, I nodded and looked at him with confused blue eyes, he looked skeptical and upset.
"Who's going to cover our exit?" Bellamy asked. I felt like if been punched in the stomach and was going for air that would never come. I hadn't thought about that. Someone would have to place the metal stopper back into place and cover our tracks by placing the washing machine back in its original place.
Someone would have to stay behind, or attempt to fight their way out. The reality weighed heavily on me. The sixty delinquents and twenty some grounders seem'd to have heard what Bellamy had said, everyone glanced at everyone. Wondering if someone would step forward.
I was about to volunteer myself but Bellamy's warning glare kept me quiet. Both he and I knew I couldn't do it. I was the only one that knew the specific route we were taking, and knew how to navigate through the tunnels, not to mentioned I was injured, and though it wasn't fatal it didn't mean it wasn't painful, because it was.
I Felt like I wanted to cry when two voices stood out against the rest. "We will," Monty, and Jasper offered quietly. Miller also stepped forwards and put his arms around both of the boys neck.
"Make that three." Miller said. A gun secure around his torso. I was about to stop the nonsense of leaving someone behind when Bellamy beat me to it.
"I'll go as well." Grant stepped forward, he had his scythe and two knives tucked into his newly changed black clothes. I nodded in appreciation and watched as he moved to stand beside Monty, Miller, and Jasper.
"Okay, take two guns. Find the garage and drive a car down the east side of the mountain, unless you have a better idea. We will have two check points. The first check point is the river, if you're not there in five hours from now, we keep moving." Bellamy stated, his eyes softening for the three guys that had grown on him.
"The second check point is our old camp, you have twenty four hours to meet us there. If you're not, we keep heading east, but we will assume you're dead." Bellamy stated his tone honorable, logical, and respectful. We all heard the soft edge it had, the small pain of sending three of our people to their deaths.
"Well... Let's do this!" Jasper said half heartily. I wanted to say something. But I didn't. Instead I heard Bellamy bark a few more orders and then I began leading newly one hundred people down the tunnels. Fifteen guns were dispersed through our people. Bellamy stayed right behind me.
I'd insisted I carry a pack but he refused to let me. It was understandable, but I was annoyed. I felt useless for the moment. Jasper, Miller, Grant and Monty were all risking and potentially giving up their lives for ours And I couldn't even pull through a flesh wound.
It wasn't soon after I noticed the light from the way we'd come out was gone. I couldn't help but feel like I'd messed up. I really hoped they would be okay... I couldn't lose them when I'd just gotten them back.
Authors note: Hola! Well it is 3:01 AM, so I'm pretty sleepy but I had inspirations and time so I wrote. I GAVE UP SLEEP FOR YOU! Dang you must be really special ;). Anyways, this is part one of probably three.
So yes a bit of a cliff hanger but we haven't even gotten into the Ark's perspective or Octavia's. And for that I apologize. But that's why this climatic escape is broken up into three parts before the next bomb is dropped and we move to resolve that problem.
Aside from that, I can't really give you hints about next chapter because it's detailed, but I only have like four main points and if I give you any then it kind of ruins it. So I'm super sorry, but this time, because I'm doing the three parts, I'm not going to give you a "this is what's next." Don't hate me!
Am I the only one that was like, "BELLAMY TAKE HER SHIRT OFF, PUSH HER AGAINST THE WALL, MAKE THE FUCK OUT WITH HER, THEN DEAL WITH THE WOUND!? yeah I probably was XD. Sorry for the language, but that's an alternate ending. Instead he just tugged at her shirt... Oh well, I'm sure they will have plenty of action in future chapters ;)
So REVIEW! Especially for THE 100 GIVE AWAY! If I get twenty reviews on this specific chapter, I will post early, you all know how this works! ;) Besides that, I will see you back here hopefully sooner than two/three days, and be updating.
I hope the beginning of their three part escape was up to your expectations. If it wasn't, please tell me why it wasn't! Because there's two other chapter to conclude their escape and lead into a new setting, so I can improve on a lot of things. SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU GUYS! YOU'RE ALL THE BEST! Now for some...
Bloopers:
When Bellamy is in the swirly chair and is being a sarcastic prick.
Finn POV
The two mountain men that stood watch by the door were horrified. Their eyes were widened and their jaws were slacked a few inches. I sat beside the swirling Bellamy, staring and judging him.
Bellamy Blake, the tough, vengeful, strong, courageous, leader, kept pushing off his left foot and spun in reparative circles. But that wasn't the worst of it, he was laughing and making continuous probes at the mountain men guarding.
I looked at the horrified one, closest to me, and asked "Please, just shoot me?" his eyes flickered to mine and then he looked terrified back at Bellamy.
Honestly don't know why I found this so funny. But just imagine in the most serious; oh shit were gonna die, scene and Bellamy is spinning in a swirly chair... Just picture that and then tell me you didn't laugh. Hahahah.
I was going to have Clarke picking the lock but then I decided against it. But this is what I had;
Anya kept throwing useless insults at me as I worked to get the lock undone. If she wanted it done so fast I didn't understand why she wouldn't do it herself. That's what led me to believe she didn't know how to. Though I'd only read about it in books and seen it occasionally on old movies when I was back on the ark.
I heard a soft click, it amazed me. Something so small, just a click, was thrilling and completely new. On the ark, we didn't has keys or locks. We'd had fingerprint and ID scanners. I liked the small click, it was foreign and funny to my ears.
(here's blooper beginning)
The click was like msuic. I continued to turn the lock left, then right, left right, left right. Click, Click, Click, Click, Click. I nodded my head to the small rhythm.
Anya and the two grounders took two steps back and looked at me with wide eyes and cautious postures. I gave them a devious grin as I clicked the door once more.
On the other side of the door With Xavior, The mountain men, Bellamy, Finn, Diana, and Felix.
"Click Click Click Click Click Click Click"
Everyone was looking at the door as it kept making noises and the lock kept turning.
"What the Hell?" Bellamy broke the silence and looked at the door knob.
"I don't think the door was every locked to begin with..." Xavior muttered.
Clarkes side
Evil Grin and small devious laugh :3
WELL THAT IS ALL for this chapter! Again thanks for reading, reviewing and enjoying this story. Lol, don't forget to give me feed back and tell me your opinion, likes/dislikes, and excitement lack thereof with this story! :) again, I'm sorry if you don't like the bloopers but they are just jokes. Of course the Characters would never do this, that's why it's funny. Special shout out to Bob Morley for being so attractive... :P
Bellarke!