Brave New World
Chapter 12: The First Indication of Trouble
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Octavia
We'd been traveling for two weeks and three days. Lincoln had just told me that we'd be arriving by nightfall. I was elated. I wasn't out of shape, but walking in the bone chilling wind, and over thousands of miles was enough to tire me out. I was ready to be in a permanent place... Even if it was only temporary.
Lincoln spoke of the warmth this land had. He spoke of the average temperatures and how the cold never seemed to leek into the south. I was excited to feel this warmth, to experience a part of Lincoln's yearly routine. I was excited to see the world and what it had to offer.
Lincoln had spoken to me about the partners and his specific situation. He explained how far in the future the problem should be. He explained his alternate solutions and made it clear to me that it wasn't a problem.
But I wasn't blind to the red heads glances, to Lincoln and her chemistry. It was more than he lead on, but what could I do? I'd kissed him in front of her, we walked everywhere together, he'd staked his claim and I'd staked mine. But what am I supposed to do when someone ignores all the claims...When there are no rules?
I'd ignored her, I hated her, Hell I still do. But I couldn't bring myself to create problems for the tribe that had taken me in, and for Lincoln, just because I was jealous. Lincoln never fed the fire, he was short, simple, when he spoke to her. I was thankful for that.
I wasn't ignorant to the older girls beauty. She was young, probably early twenties. She had long dark, firry red hair, and thick hair at that. It naturally fell in big loose curls. The girl had clear mint green eyes, and a light dusting of freckles lined from cheek to cheek. She was tall and built with a lean frame and strong muscles. She was a warrior.
The red heads name was Evelynn, but she went by Lynn. I thought Eve would have fit her better, it was closer to Evil... But that was just my opinion. Dmitri was chatty whenever Lincoln had to hunt or scout surrounding areas. He seemed to be good friends with Lincoln, and watched out for me.
I was thankful for him. His fun and carefree personality reminded me of a more mature, and slightly more serious Jasper. It was strange, he was what I'd imagine a mixture between Bellamy and Jasper would be. I smiled to myself at the brief thought.
I missed my brother. I missed my friends and our little "adventure" group. I couldn't get enough of this freedom, but I wished I could of shared it with them. I wished they could of traveled with me and seen all the animals, plants, Rivers, and broken down buildings.
I found myself thinking about Bellamy a lot more. I'd been with him, and mom, up until confinement. The first few weeks I cried myself to sleep. I didn't know what would happen to me... Well I did, but I didn't like it one bit. More than that, I was alone. I'd been with, not just one... But two people for sixteen years, and when I was placed by myself, I couldn't handle my emotions, and Panic attacks.
I wondered if he was okay. If he and everyone else survived the war. I wondered how many deaths there were. I wondered if he was treating Clarke and the others well. I sure hoped he was, because they were the closest people he had to allies. Sure the camp followed him, but what happens when they don't agree, or he's wrong, if they have no real connection with him, they'll over throw him. But if he establishes good connections, trust and relationships, he'd be better off.
I knew they-he would survive. I just needed to know that they'd-he'd all be okay. Eventually. Maybe not at the moment, but eventually... I knew once spring came around, my world could literally fall around me if I discovered my people all dead... My brother dead... So I took a deep breath, cleared my head and enjoyed the fact that I'd be able to rest within the next four hours.
The walk from where we had been an hour ago, to where we stood now hadn't been long, it was just... High. We'd crossed two large hills before we settled in a clearing. It didn't look like a large grounder camp. It didn't appear to be anything other than a clearing.
Lincoln seemed to sense my confusion and disappointment. "Were not there yet, not really always." Lincoln stated and pointed to a small trail going up another hill. I nodded and took glances at and around the path. We began filing through the path in threes, Dmitri, Lincoln and I were in front.
It didn't take us long to reach the top of the hill. As I looked down I felt my breath get caught in my throat. It was beautiful. Between the hill I stood on, and another hill fifty or sixty miles away was a large valley. And in the middle of the valley were permanent buildings, we're structures, and beautiful lights.
A large city was glowing beneath us. We'd made it. I shared a look at Viv, she seemed as enthusiastic as I was, and she'd been here many times before. During our two week hike, she'd talked about the structures and how they restored the buildings and she spoke of the new buildings and cabins. She spoke of camp fires and water facilities.
Her detail was nothing compared to the city itself. Everything seemed to dazzle. As we followed the trail and munovered though the trees, I spotted a large sign.
'ANEMY TRIBU' The sign read. Neither word stood out to me, I turned to Lincoln. One of our first preconceived thoughts were of Lincoln's heritage and if he spoke or understood English. I knew those words weren't english, and I doubted they were a motto.
Underneath the beautifully carved words was another word. 'NINOVAN,' I shook my head as I tried to make sense of the words and their meanings.
"Anemy Tribu?" I asked as I looked at Lincoln and then Dmitri as I caught his attention as well.
"Anemy stands for Superior. Tribu stands for Tribe. Because this is our tenth and eleventh tribe, and we're our leader resides, not to mention our permanent home... We call it Superior Tribe." Lincoln explained as he kept his eyes forward, I saw him sneak a glance at my surprised and curious expression. I gave him a flirtatious look and raised my eyebrows with a 'I know you're looking,' look.
I heard him laugh beside me before he turned to Dmitri. "Ninovan..." Dmitri stated, "Stands for Our Home." Dmitri spoke, his ton was light and filled with a humble pride. I smiled lightly at the two, liking the word.
"What language is it? And why another language? I can't imagine you grounders taking the time to sort through fancy mottos and languages." I asked and then shot a probe of sarcasm their way.
"Ha-ha," Lincoln said without any real laughter, he rolled his eyes and then stared at my smirking form, "Most grounders speak Multiple languages. Grounder leaders anyways." Lincoln stated and looked at Dmitri to explain further.
"I speak, Spanish, English, and French." Dmitri spoke thoughtfully, never having really thought about it much. "Spanish is the main language of the grounders. Almost three fourths our population speaks it. English is common in the eastern land, but the further west you travel the more French or Spanish you come across." Dmitri said and began twirling his knife.
"Spanish is an interesting thing for us grounders. Almost every grounder has to learn basic spanish and the codes our army uses. Besides they they're free to whatever speech they prefer." Lincoln spoke as he pulled away tree branches in front of them.
"Good to know." I muttered and thought about that fact for a few minutes. Lincoln and I had already spoken about how I was going to fit in, how I was going to dress, act, and portray a grounder. He'd explained how until the leader expressed his opinion on the war and his views on my people, that it would be best to play it safe.
What if the leader declared war? What if they rushed into the camp and murdered everyone...? I couldn't deal with that, I'd rather die with my people than live another lie. I couldn't live under the floor boards any longer. It was all or nothing.
We walked into the glorious city, it was nearly dark outside, and the bright glow of many lights were blinding to my eyes. It was amazing. We continued forward, the path separating into five different trails.
"Octavia," Lincoln whispered my name in my ear, I jumped slightly. His prescene was a slight surprise. I was caught up in all the greenery, lights, sand, drum sounds, and large masses of people. "Were going to get our rooms, then we're going to the general meeting. I want you in a five foot radius of me at all times, got it?" Lincoln made eye contact with me.
"Don't worry, I'll keep close and I'll be cautious." I reinsured as I looked over the fun and spirited dancers, the fire lite torches surrounding a stage of the sorts, and a line of drummers and different, strange instruments.
I felt Lincoln lock our hands together and gave me a small tug in the direction of our cabin. From what I picked up on we shared the cabin with Dmitri, Lynn, and another grounder I hadn't yet met. Lincoln and I had our own room, I appreciated the space we had.
"Octavia, remember what we talked about." Lincoln looked at me seriously, his large brown eyes holding mine captive. I tried to smile, to brush off his loving look, I couldn't.
He took two steps and closed the distance between us. I kept my eyes on the wood floor. I felt him gently lift my chin up, I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to think about possibly being killed for existing once again. I'd lived in gear of death for sixteen years, it never stopped.
My fear of death was different from other teenagers. Most would fear death if they had gotten close to it. If they'd experienced a deadly threat or life changing event. Ever day I lived, breathed, and slept, I was close to death. They wanted to kill me for being born... And now I might be slaughtered because I came from a different "race" or group.
My eyes unwillingly met his. Lincoln didn't drop his hand from my chin, instead he lightly pushed back my dark ebony hair, behind my ear. During our last two weeks, I'd told him of my childhood, of my arrest, I told him of my brother and I's bond and struggles.
Lincoln was hesitant to share his past, but did Never less did so. He spoke of his tough childhood and abusive father. His mother had died giving birth to him, and his father blamed him. He spoke of the difficulty growing up and being expected and taught to lead.
That was the first I depth conversation they'd had. It was one of their most meaningful ones, it held their insecurities, fears, and past failures. She was glad she could share her thoughts and past with him. She was thankful he didn't liable her as incapable or weak.
"Octavia..." Lincoln whispered my name and I was broken out of my thoughts. I stared up at him, his lips were less than two inches from my own.
"I won't let anything happen to you." He spoke softly, the words were a soft reminder that I was cared for and loved by many. I was lucky. Most people, let alone girls, didn't get the love of their life, Or anyone to love them period. I had Lincoln, I had a loving brother, Bellamy, and I had Friends that loved me.
I took a Deep breath and nodded, I felt more at peace with my thoughts. Lincoln carefully kissed my lips, I eagerly returned his kiss with all the emotions that swarmed Inside of me. He deepened the kiss as I parted my lips; granting Him entrance.
Lincoln took a step forward, my body was pressed against his. A soft sigh escaped my lips. He backed us up to the wall and we continued in rhythm together. His lips expressed emotions he couldn't say or show.
I reached up and slowly pulled his neck and head lower, making his mouth more accessible. Just as Lincoln grabbed the tops of my thighs and was ready to pull my body on to his; A loud knock cams from the door, I could help but laugh lightly and blush as Lincoln growled at the smirking Dmitri.
"Though I hate to... What's the term? Cock Block?" Dmitri smirked and turned away from us. "We have an important meeting to attend to. Your wild, strange, sex can wait a few hours." Dmitri added just to provoke us, it didn't work, I found it entertaining. Though I didn't think Lincoln could say the same, he seemed annoyed.
I smirked lightly and sent him a flirtatious and amused look. I knew Dmitri was listening into our conversation so I chose my words carefully. "Dmitri's right; our wild, sweaty, deep, passionate, victory sex, can wait." I purred and smirked as Dmitri stumbled over the path and looked at both of us like we were insane.
The smirks on Lincoln and I's faces must have given us away because Dmitri dryly chuckled. "You're making fun of me. Ha-Ha, jokes on me." Dmitri waved his hands around his body in a sarcastic way.
"Honestly... Didn't know you had it in you, Blake." Dmitri added and I smiled at Lincoln.
"You have no idea." Lincoln muttered and I playfully elbowed him.
"Looks can be a deceitful bitch... And so can I." I said with a sexy smirk and a playfully fierce look. I stared at Dmitri's surprised expression first and then Lincoln's amused look, and dramatic eye roll.
I winked at both the boys and took the lead towards the large mob of hundreds of grounders. There was a large stage with handmade drums and instruments on the stage. No one was in the beautiful platform though.
About twenty three grounders took the stage; some began beating the drums to an exotic and fast paced beat. Others began chanting a compelling and consistent song, a few danced around the stage and lite more torches. The crowd quickly began participating and surged with energy.
Other soft instruments added sweet spins on the loud and intense beat. It didn't take long before I was swaying to the beat and compelled by the music like the other gorunders. Lincoln watched me with brown, proud eyes. He grabbed me and pulled us further into the crowd.
As he spun and pulled me to him and we grinded our bodies to the loud music I realized It was moments like these that I lived for. Moments that made all the struggles, the pain, and the surviving...worth it.
Bellamy
I was running, sprinting toward Octavia, and Aurora. With every step I took, it felt like they were thrown farther away from me. I wasn't making any head way. I couldn't breath properly and my body ached.
I watched, and ran helplessly as Octavia fought one of the arks guards men. The other two guards were grabbing Aurora, my mother, and forcefully pulling her into the large metal room that thousands had died in before.
I tried to scream to my mother, to the guards to stop. Nothing came out but a small croak. I desperately tried again, not a sound was made. I tried to sprint forward again, hoping to stop the guard before he pushed the button that ended my mothers life.
A rough hand grabbed my shoulder and tossed me back. My desperation quickly became fury. I shoved the guardsman and tried to move around him. My mothers brown eyes flashed to mine. I couldn't look away, I couldn't scream, and I couldn't move as Shumway pressed the button that sent my mother into space, and ultimately to her death.
Sorrow flew through my body, my mother was dead. I couldn't breath properly. I stared at the spot she'd last been only moments before the large metal doors opened and space claimed her. I first felt someone rest a hand on my shoulder. I reluctantly turned around, mostly because they pulled me around.
I stared face to face with Chancellor Jaha. His intense brown eyes bore into my own. I couldn't feel any other emotions but a deep sorrow and self loathing. I blankly stared at him.
"Bellamy Blake... Murderer of three hundred and twenty lives. Irresponsible and Irrational. You will never... Be good, be worthy, be deserving..." Jaha spoke slowly, but clearly. I couldn't move, I heard a sharp scream, instinctively I turned around.
One of the guards rested their hands on Octavia and was pulling the resilient girl towards her death. She screamed, her black hair flashing around her body, her blue eyes sharp on mine; begging for help.
"BELLAMY!" Octavia screamed in panic and sheer fear.
I broke out of Jaha's iron grip and dashed for my sister. I tried to scream; to assure her that I could save her, that she'd be okay. I couldn't make a sound. I was less than three feet from my desperate sister, when two guards shoved me to the ground.
I was pinned, struggling, but still pinned. They tossed Octavia in the metal cage that would send her to her death. I attempted to punch the guardsman that held me to the cold metal floor. I watched in anticipation and immense sorrow as Octavia stood up and tried to pound on the glass that separated us.
I saw her screaming, crying, and breaking. I couldn't do anything to save her. Shumway stood beside the button that floated thousands, my mother, and now Octavia. My brown eyes flashed to Octavia's glassy blue ones, before Shumway pushed the button and the two large doors propelled open and sucked her petite body into oblivion.
I stared at the cage, wondering if I was next. I wouldn't even fight... They were dead... My family; the two people I'd been with my entire life; struggled, bled, argued, starved, thrived, and lived with... We're gone. Dead.
It felt only right for me to die too. I wanted to be dead. I didn't want to feel this emptiness, this sorrow, this loss. My forehead rested against the cool floor of the ark, tears streaming from my eyes and hitting the cold floor. They were gone.
"Bellamy..." The soft and uneven voice asked. I felt the guards move off me, and heard their feet walk towards the walls. I didn't want to move, I just wanted to die. For the pain, sorrow, guilt, and struggle to end.
"...bellamy...?" The soft voice asked again. I felt a small, delicate, warm hand, caress my cheek and lightly twirl my hair. I closed my eyes and pulled my sore arms under my body. I knew the voice, and well. I didn't want to be comforted or told the I would be okay.
The only reason I pulled myself up, was because of her tone. She sounded frightened. I stared at the floor for a moment before looking up at her. The small girl crouched in front of me, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she looked down at me. A small, soft smile was on her lips.
For a moment, I forgot about my depressed emotions, my struggles, my problems. I just looked into her soft, easy-going, smile and knew I would be okay. I distantly heard the guards shuffle and take a step in our direction.
Her sparkling azure eyes shifted from me, to the guards. Her features darkened, her blue eyes faded, and her smile fell. She stumbled backwards from her crouch and rose to her feet. I felt my voice, I felt defensive, and I felt confused.
I saw one of the guardsman reach their hands out towards her, and I instantly was on my feet and standing before her. If I was going to die, maybe I could at least save someone. Maybe I could save her.
I glanced at her frightened expression, her arms were protecting her face and stomach. I lightly pushed her behind me. Her back was against the wall, and I stood in front of her. Three guardsman were standing before me, the one on my left made a grab for Clarke.
I roughly kicked his right side, and spun around to dodge the fist coming at my back. I grabbed the mans wrist and kicked the guards back I to the ground. I heard a pop, and knew his shoulder was dislocated. I heard a fenimine scream and saw Clarke trying to push off the third guard.
I took a step forward, ready to knock the last man out, when the first guardsman grabbed onto my jacket, and pulled me all the way to the ground. He landed three punches to my face, my nose was broken. It didn't matter...my pain, my struggles, nothing mattered. Nothing but her safety.
They were close to the metal doors. Shumway opened the first layer of doors, and the guardsman was having problems getting the resilient and frightened girl into the small room. I rolled on top of the guard, and winded him enough to rise and get to Clarke.
I was only a few feet away from her when the guardsman striked Clarke. Her petite body flew through the doors. She was shocked and dizzy. I was furious. A small cry ripped out of my throat. I tackled the guard into the wall. We were both throwing blind punches at one another.
"Bellamy!" The cry of fear tore me from my rage driven fight. The doors were closing, Clarke was wobbling on her feet. She had a small bruise already started on her fair skin. Her blue eyes shun with fear, her blonde hair stuck to her skin, and her bottom lip trembled.
"Clarke!" I yelled, and started towards the doors, they were already closed. I banged against them for a moment. I couldn't hear what she said but I could read her lips. Right after I understood what she said, she was gone. The button had been pressed, the metal doors had opened and sucked her into a deadly oblivion.
'You did your best, I don't blame you.' I fell against the doors, the cold metal of the Ark hitting my knees. They were dead. I couldn't help any of them.
I gasped out and my body twitched as I woke up. My eyes flew open, I started into the black sky for a moment. I couldn't breath properly. I turned my head to my sides. Clarke was gone? I quickly lifted my head and surveyed everything around me, searching for the blonde girl. She was alive... She had to be.
I shifted, and the soft, sweet smelling, pillow beneath me groaned. I was quickly searching through the darkness for her form, her laugh, or even her quick retorts. I didn't see or hear her. I shifted once more, and a unhappy groan grumbled beneath me.
I dimly thought for a moment... Pillows don't groan?
I shifted once again. To say I was surprised by what I found would have been an understatement. My groaning pillow was none other than Clarke. I let out a relieved sigh, she was okay, she was alive, and she was letting me rest on her...?
The petite blonde girl lay half propped up against the tree and half slanted on the ground. She supported at least a fourth of my weight. I was surprised she could breath, let alone sleep with me on her. The position she was in looked far from uncomfortable.
Though I was sore, I lifted my weight off of her. She was still asleep, I guessed it was about five am. She has at least another hour to sleep, maybe two. I shifted, and layed on my back. I thought about the nightmare. Did it mean something?
It couldn't, Octavia was alive. I had to beleive she was alive. Lincoln wouldn't let her die. She was tough, she'd surrvived so much, she could surrvive almost anything. My mother... She'd been dead for almost a year and a half now. I would always miss and love her, there would always be a piece of me that felt for her, and missed my innocence. But I had so many other problems at the moment to deal with.
I looked at Clarke again, she looked uncomfortable, I cringed and wondered if she lay like that because it had been comfortable for me. She was that annoying type; the one to Sacrafice everything for little to nothing.
I sighed, and looked away for a moment. My heart was beating fast, and I was sweating. I could have written it off as humidity, but it was cold outside. I saw the goose bumps on the blonde girl beside me and grabbed my blanket. I covered her, and then carefully grabbed her shoulders and kness.
I lightly lifted her. Clarke's blonde head rolled onto my chest as I layed her down correctly. She hummed lightly, but didn't make any noise besides that. I stilled for a moment and stared at the sleeping girl. Her blonde hair was stuck to her neck and sprawled around her shoulders and the blanket.
Her expression was peaceful, her posture was relaxed, and her finger tips were still brushing my arm. She unconsciously curled her body in towards my heat. I watched as she leaned closer to me, and rested her hands against my left side. Her head fell comfortably on my shoulder, she breathed hot air across my neck.
Goosebumps broke out across my skin. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the peaceful and vulnerable girl. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't feel any better than I did last night. Depressing thoughts loomed at the back of my mind. I'm sure they would have eaten me alive if I didn't have a hundred other things to think about.
The Ark being here meant having to argue with them about Clarke and I's previous choices, how we would lead in the future, and if they'd join us. I knew they would join us, I just didn't want them thinking they could take over again. Because they won't. Clarke and I had built this camp, their trust, and kept as many kids alive as we could.
They sent us down here to die. If they were going to join our society and our plan, they would be our people. They'd have say in what happens, but no real power. Everything was going to start over, and the choices would be made by myself and Clarke.
I worried about my sisters safety, and life, everyday. I knew she was strong. But the grounders hated us, and Anya hadn't been around any of the other tribes to tell them not to. For all I knew... She could already be dead.
As much as I hated the thought, I knew she'd left with a bad wound. I knew most of the grounders hated her just by association, and I knew her personality. She was a wild card, much like myself. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. I could only hope she wasn't dead. I could only hope we'd meet again.
Clarke sighed and shifted closer, her body fitting against mine. There was about half an inch in between us. I stared at her. Her golden locks were hard to miss, they shun, even in the dark night. She was confident in every aspect of her being. She was an incredible doctor. If she wouldn't have been put on that drop ship, our numbers would have been cut in half within the first two weeks of our arrival.
She'd saved so many lives. She didn't have to, she could have stayed silent and abided to the rules. But she'd spoke up, she'd spoken against me, she'd spoken for the right things, for justice, and equality. I'd labeled her as a privileged. My thoughts about her had changed drastically since then.
She was confident, realistic, inspiring, stubborn, and down right a pain in the ass. But I couldn't have survived any of this without her. Even when she bickered against me. Even when she disobeyed my orders, and even when she spat furious words at me. Even when she was at her worst, she still respected me.
Of all the people I could have grown attached to. Could have trusted. Could have needed. It was her. Anyone else would have made sense. Anyone else would have been logical. I was happy it wasn't anyone else. Because Clarke was different, she was one of those people that change the world... That change people... For the better.
I sighed as she shivered. I'd considered pulling away from her when she scooted closer, but why try to distance myself now? I knew I was in to deep. I knew I was too close, too trusting, too needy. It didn't matter, because I couldn't do anything about it now. We were still black and white, just somehow within the last four days, there was a grey smudge starting.
What was even more surprising is; I was okay with it. I wanted to have someone I could talk to, someone that would always be there. I knew I needed her, and not just to run the camp, or to keep calm when dealing with the ark, or to patch up the delinquents that hurt themselves.
I needed her, because she gave me a purpose; A worth. I needed her, because she was good, she was light, and she kept me balanced. Maybe it wasn't even need anymore... Maybe it was a mixture of need and want. I didn't know, I wasn't bothered by it.
The only thing that felt right, that I was sure on... Was the girl beside me. And that no matter what happened, I'd have her beside me. Fighting, supporting, arguing, or inspiring, I knew she'd be there. I knew I'd be okay. Maybe not at this moment, but eventually.
Octavia
The drumming began to slow down, it became a steady, stomping like, rhythm. Everyone shifted their attention to the stage as a man paraded onto the beautiful black platform. His eyes suffered over the crowd, she felt them pass right through her. The man radiated power, strength, and confidence.
The drumming quieted down and cheering erupted as the man standing on stage, lifted his hands and gestured towards the large crowd. He seemed to be the leader,or a very well respected grounder. I guessed he was the former.
He lowered his hands and the crowd grew silent. Though the only sound echoing around us, was a steady drumming, the crowd continued to be antsy. The crowd swayed with the rhythm but kept all of their attention on the man standing before them.
"Welcome!" He tossed his hands up and gestured to the land around all of us. The crowd screamed for a few moments, the grounders all cheered in another head of survival.
The drums all hit their last beat, and the drummer sat back. "It's been a long year. Conflict is unavoidable, and I have lots to speak about." The man announced, his eyes skirting over the crowd before landing on a small group of grounders near the front.
"Or temporary treaty with the Mountain Men was broken four months ago. We are no longer allies with them. So be cautious of their bases, their men, and their weapons. Do not seek further conflict or revenge; it will only complicate the situation further more than it needs to be." The blonde haired man stated, his brown eyes looked stressed, yet carefree as he spoke.
He appeared to be older than me, but younger than Bellamy. Maybe twenty? He was built nicely, he had the body of a warrior, he spoke like a civilized man but with an impatience to his tongue.
"What's his name?" I leaned over and asked Lincoln who stood a few inches behind me.
"Kholin. Most of is call him Khol." Lincoln spoke neutrally and slightly on edge. I nodded and turned back to the speaker.
"Most of you know what happened with the Mountain Men, but if you're unaware of their betrayal; Once they learned of the spacewalkers attempt at coming down to earth, they chose them, to build a new society, with those spacewalkers, and leave our alliance." Khol spoke angrily, but he had a sense of control in his voice, a block or filter.
"To stop the Mountain Men's plans, and keep the treaties we'd established. We assigned Anya's tribe, to take out the invaders. Our plan... Didn't go as well as we'd expected, they; like the Mountain Men, carried guns, bombs, and advanced technology." The blonde man spoke with a hostility in his voice that slightly offended me.
It wasn't our fault the Mountain Men were deceiving backstabbers. It wasn't our fault we were sent down here. And it certainly wasn't our fault that we defended ourselves and camp when they attacked first. My hands fisted, and I huffed out an angry breath.
I pushed my thoughts aside and focused on the leaders speech. "War broke out, a bad one. It's been almost a month, and Anya's tribe, or part of Tristians, haven't shown up, or sent word of their status's." Khol yelled above the outbreaks of whispers.
"We can only assume their dead." He stated, his brown eyes stony and hard to read, but obviously displeased and uncertain of his own statement.
"A few tribes, passed through Anya's camp... And the invaders camp, on their way here..." He took a breath and ran his hand through his short hair. "The invaders camp was burnt to the ground, a wall barely standing, and their metal ship empty..."
I felt my body go numb. That was my brother he was talking about. My brother... My friends... My home. Bellamy couldn't be dead. They couldn't be dead. They had to have survived, had to have found new shelter... More bunkers! I barely heard, let alone registered Khol's next words.
"Anya's camp was deserted. Crisp bones, and weapons made by us... We're burnt at the spacewalkers camp. We can assume a large fire killed both parties... And there were no survivors. We also have reports of possible Mountain Men in the area, and joining the power struggle." Khol stated, he kept his hand up to keep the crowd silent.
"Because of these events. I need to assign a new strategist and militia leader. I also need a leader and volunteers to continue Anya's tribe, and keep that territory. The Mountain Men need to feel our presence, and if the spacewalkers are alive, they need to see our immense power." Khol yelled and the grounders began yelling and jumping with him.
I couldn't get pasted my shock. I had to believe that Bellamy got out, that they survived. That they were all alive. I hoped desperately that they were alive. That they had shelter and could make it through winter. But how can you muster up hope in something you knew so little about?
All the facts and implements led to no survivors of either party. I wanted to hope, I wanted to believe in the hundred camp, my stubborn brother, and Clarke's brilliant plans... But I honestly had no idea what the grounders were capable of... Or the Mountain Men. I didn't even know what I was capable of anymore. How was I supposed to know what Bellamy and Clarke were capable of? I hadn't even been there.
I felt a few select tears fall from my eyes, I turned and walked straight into Lincoln's chest. He gently stroked my hair and back. I blocked out the loud and dancing grounders around us. I blocked out the feeling of utter defeat, I blocked out the sorrow that weighed down on me, and I blocked out everything but the comfort Lincoln was offering me.
However I couldn't block out Lynn walking with Khol. She had a disapproving look on her face, Khol mirrored her look and his brown eyes scanned the crowd until the locked on my own. They were talking about me... They had to be.
I felt a weight pull me back into reality. I broke eye contact as quickly as I could, it wasn't quick enough. Khol had just given a hate speech on us "invaders" and hosting one at the grounders ultimate base, didn't seem like a good message. It was contradictory.
I snuck a glance up and watched as Khol walked into a large tent, Lynn was hot on his heels. She briefly through a look at lincoln and I once more. I caught her eye, but unlike Khol I held it. She gave a small, devious, smirk and then went inside the tent.
They were diffidently talking about me...
Khol
I stood in front of everyone for a moment, I breathed in the warm night. I listened to the loud ruckus of the grounders, their cheers, curses, and celebratory noises. I'd already made my decision on who I wanted to run my militia, and who I wanted to replace Anya and her tribe.
I scanned the front row, who'd turned around to socialize and dance with more people. My eyes caught Lynn's. She looked anxious, upset, and annoyed. It wasn't a good combination.
I sighed and looked over the mob of people. My people. The drummers were pounding away and setting the mood for the socializing and dancing.
"I had a feeling I'd be rekindled with you rather quickly." I treks to tease but the look she gave me had me sober in seconds.
"Okay-Okay!" I held my hands up in surrender. "What's the problem?" I asked with a sigh.
I was barely twenty, yet sometimes I felt fifty three. I ran a hand through my blonde locks and caught my reflection in a granite stone behind Lynn's irritated form.
"Your tent. Now." She ordered and I lead the way towards my tent. I was slightly dissapointment I was going to be missing out on the party, but I was sure it was important if Lynn was coming to be to talk.
"Well, start talking." I encouraged, my tone was harsher than it needed to be, but I wanted to get her drama over with.
I'd known the girl for fourteen years, she was nice, serious, and beautiful. But she was decietful, cunning, sly, and dramatic. She became a controlling bitch when she didn't get her way. Which was precisely why she had never been chosen as a leader.
She'd been heavily considered the last five years, and even once she was in school they considered placing her in training, but her dramatic fits were road blocks for her true potential.
"Lincoln has a girlfriend." She hissed, her green eyes lighting with a fierce fire I hadn't seen in a while.
"So...?" I asked with a deep sigh. I didn't not want to hear about her boy problems. "Don't you have friends to tell your boy problems to." I inquired, my annoyed and disinterested tone obvious in my probe.
"I'm not being dramatic. I have a problem with is girlfriend... Because she's not a grounder." Lynn stated, I looked a the cunning red head. I knew she was selective on what she said, and though she played innocent and dumb, I knew she was incredibly smart and deceitful.
"She's an invader. A Spacewalker. One of them." Lynn states and swung airund in fit of me. Her green eyes bore into mine, she looked at me with anger and a lot of intensity.
"They're all dead, I can question Lincoln I he knows of their whereabouts bu-" I began, not really wanting to hunt down a small group of teenagers and murder them. If they were no longer a threat to us, we wouldn't have to be one to them.
"She's here." Evelynn stated. My brown orbs snapped to her furious and intense green eyes.
"What do you mean; she's here?" I hissed, confusion setting in and disbelief. Why would Lincoln being her with him, and why would she come into grounder territory to the max. Was she stupid?
"During the war, she was injured. Lincoln rushed back to save her, he took her Wong with us. Dmitri allowed him, a few grounders warmed up to her. But I don't like her...there's something off about her..." Lynn spoke. I ignored her claim at her instincts and how she was always right, and how she could read people.
I searched the crowd for Limcoln's form. It didn't take me long to find his form. I'd known him for eight years. The girl that was pressed tightly against his form was a new face. She was the girl Lynn had been speaking illy of.
I stared at her for a moment. She stood out from the others, from the grounders. She wasn't barbaric, she wasn't a murderer, she was a survivor, yes, but not a killer. I could sense how she was different. I wondered if it was because I knew the truth, or because she was that unique.
Her eyes flashed to mine. Blue met brown in a surprised clash. For a moment we both stared at each other, I watched as her expression dropped and her fists tightened around Lincoln's shirt. She was scared. She knew I was aware of her secret. Of who she was.
Her blue eyes flashed away, and I kept staring. It was less than a moment later, I turn towards my tent, I made a small hand gesture to Lynn to continue the conversation inside. I saw Lynn flash a bright smirk at the girl, and saw the girls face fall and her body tense.
No one that frightened could be dangerous? I dunked inside my large tent and settled on the bed. I shook my head as Lynn entered.
"What are we going to do?" Lynn questioned, the small devious smirk still on her light pink lips and her eyes sparkled with a devious glint.
"We?" I asked her, my eyes narrowing at her surprised form. "I'm going to talk to Lincoln, and then that girl." I stated firmly. Lynn didn't seem to like my answer and I sighed. I was going to have to make this very, very clear.
"You," I motioned to Lynn, "Will not do or say anything to Lincoln or that girl. She may be the last of her kind, she may have information, or an incredible skill that may help us. She may be able to piece together what happened to Anya's tribe." I stated logically.
I knew emotionally, though I'd never decided on my emotions, I knew I couldn't order her to be killed for being with the wrong group. She obviously didn't partake in some of the things they did, she obviously hadn't supported the war. I'd give her a chance, because Lincoln had good judgment, and I trusted him.
As I thought back to her terrified blue eyes and tense body, I couldn't imagine just sentencing her to death. Not instantly. I doubted she was over eighteen. I took a breath and stared into Lynn's displeased green eyes.
"You will not touch her..." I hissed, my point very clear, "You will not tell anyone else about her. And you will not act until I have commanded you to act. Understood?" I asked rhetorically. Lynn nodded heasitantly, I nodded back and she stormed out of my tent.
She poked her head back inside. "I agree to your terms," She spoke sourly, "But you have ten days to act and allow others to know who she is, or I'll do it for you..." Lynn threatened, her eyes fierce and furious.
I sighed and rand a hand down my face. It would have been easier to just kill her like Lynn wanted. Or banished her from our camp...I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't know anything about her. Until I did, I wouldn't make a judgment. Until I understood her story and her choices, would I make a decison.
I just hoped Lincoln made this easy in me and the pair had information to offer. Others would accept them easier if they bared informations of Anya's tribe and the spacewalkers. I sighed and layed on my bed.
Tomorrow would come fast and be long. I took a deep breath and switched the small lamp off. I hoped Lincoln had good judgment and had thought this through... Had thought her through. Brother to brother, I hoped he'd weighed his options and saw her worth the trouble.
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