30. Trapped In My Personal Hell

When Clarke opened her eyes, she found herself in whiteness. Quite literally, the room was plain white with only the bare necessity like a bed and bathroom. She looked around the bright and empty room. There was no windows or any other way of escape than the front door with a small round window. She didn't have to be clairvoyant to know that on the other side of that door was two pair of guards keeping an eye and making sure she didn't try and escape. And that wasn't all her clothes had been changed into a plain white dress that went down to her knees sometime after she had been taken from the camp. The Mountain Men who had grabbed her knocked her out because she began to struggle out of their grasp when she saw Bellamy being hurt and wanted desperately to return to his side where she belonged. However it disturbed her about the fact that someone had undressed her and seen her naked while she was unconscious, but she tried to think of something else as she stood up and tried to rationalize the situation at hand.

Okay, she thought to herself. There had been a sudden attack on the camp by the Mountain Men after the meeting with Lexa had finished, but how did it all escalate to such a rash decision to attack their camp when they had not provoked them to come or sought them out? Could it be possible that Lexa and the Grounders were behind the attack?

She shook her head to deny her assumption. No, it wasn't possible. Lexa might be emotional detached from reality, but she would never stoop so low and arrange a surprise attack on them like that by cooperating with the Mountain Men. Or would she?

Just thinking about it made her head hurt as she thought back on the last time she had been locked up like this. It was when she first came into the mountain and they were taking precautionary actions to make sure she was contaminated by radiation. The time before she had been discovered to be the mole for the Grounders and was tortured for her actions.

"I need to figure out how to get out of here along with the other kids," Clarke murmured to herself. She ran a tired hand through her hair, which was wavy and was hanging down her waist. However before she had the chance to start thinking about a possible plan how to get out of the quarantine room, the door to her room opened and a familiar person stepped inside.

"It has been so time seen I last saw you," a old man said politely. He had white hair and dark blue eyes. He was slim and was dressed in a dirty suit and his fingers were covered in paint. "It is nice to see you again, Clarke."

Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the man and definitely didn't think their reunion was anything nice. She never trusted him before and wasn't going to do so now, even though he appeared to calm, nice and understanding towards her. This man was dangerous in a different way than what he appeared to be. She knew far too well that this man had many secrets that he kept to himself, even held them back from his own people. That is why she only glared at him and didn't hold the same politeness as he did towards her and said distrusting, "Too bad I can't say the same thing about you, President Dante Wallace."

"Now-now, you shouldn't feel threated anymore, dear," President Wallace tried to reassure her. "You are safe. We are not going to hurt you."

"Like you did the last time," Clarke said hotly. "Because if I remember correctly that didn't seem to be the case, now release me and my people."

President Wallace didn't say anything, but he expressed remorse over the reminder. However he gave her a gentle smile before he said softly, "I'm sorry about the last time you were in our custody, and I can reassure you that you and your people are safe and is not going to be harmed. Unfortunately I can't allow you to leave the mountain, hopefully you will understand this time that you can't leave this place."

Without anything else to say he left the room and locked the door behind him, leaving her once again in her own company. She took a few steps back and when her back leaned against the wall she slipped down and sat down in deep thought. She needed to see that her people was truly safe as President Wallace claimed as well think of an escape plan to get them all out of there. Then there was the fact that she was worried about Bellamy and others back at the camp, but how in the world was she supposed to do all of this? Especially now that she was held captured and locked in her own personal hell on this damn mountain.

Bellamy was not angry about what had just happened. No, he was enraged and wanted nothing more to go to that mountain and retrieve Clarke and the others, but Octavia and Lincoln held him hard in order for him not to take another step out side the camp.

"You need to calm down, Bell," Octavia said agitated. "You will only get yourself killed if you go out there right now and try and enter the mountain. And then you wouldn't be any help for her or the others."

"I have to do something, I need to get them back before they get hurt," Bellamy argued hotly. Lincoln stared at him with serious eyes as he tried to remain calm as well even though it was obvious that he was just as distraught as his girlfriend's older brother.

"The Mountain Men wouldn't hurt or kill them as of yet," Lincoln said with a forced calmness. "It is most likely that they are placed in higher regard than what they would have done if they had been ordinary Grounders, that is enough of an reassurance itself for us to think rationally and think of a way to solve this problem."

"How do you figure that out?" Bellamy glared hard at the Grounder. "Why would those Mountain Men hold my people in higher regard than yours?"

Lincoln only sighed deeply like he was exhausted or wasn't completely sure how to explain his reasoning, but despite that he went for the latter.

"I'm not sure why, however when I entered the mountain the last time I saw my people being caged and treated horribly," Lincoln explained hurt. "And according to what Clarke told me about her experience, at least before they realized she was an inside-man, they treated her like she was sacred object since they realized based on her appearance that she wasn't a Grounder and certainly didn't act like one."

Bellamy didn't say anything, not because he didn't have anything to say and argue about with his statement, but simply because it didn't really do much to fight about it rather than do something about it. And besides he realized that he needed to calm himself down a few notches. If Clarke had been here she would have knocked some sense into him for behaving like a raging idiot, but unfortunately she wasn't there so he needed to rely on himself to restore the problem.

"All right, all right," Bellamy said tiredly. "Do you have any ideas how this could have happened or how we are going to get them back?"

Lincoln looked thoughtful, but in the end shook his head and said he had no idea where to start. However he did advice him to speak with Lexa if she had any ideas and Bellamy turned around to see the stoic Commander staring with a blank expression on her face at the sight of them arguing and discussing the matter at hand. He wasn't very keen on the idea about talking with that woman again, for both obvious and personal reasons, but it seemed that she was the key to how everything had happened so he might as well try and keep his temper and talk to her.

"You!" Bellamy yelled out, making Lexa's eyes narrowed for his disrespect, but again he sincerely didn't care what she thought or what was proper. "Care to tell us why in the world the Mountain Men attacked us unprovoked? More importantly how they managed to find us with such ease? Because we sure as hell didn't do it, especially after what we have been told about the mountain from Clarke."

Lexa took a few steps forward, but kept the distance between him and her relatively large since they didn't want to be near each other's presence.

"Are you insinuating that I had something to do with it?" Lexa sneered. "The Mountain Men is my people's greatest enemy, so why in the world stoop so low that you would think that I would help or become their ally?"

"I don't know, but I guessing that they didn't just happen to stumble upon our place since we have been able to stay out of danger from them," Bellamy replied. "The most likely option is that they followed you, seeing how you left the battlefield to find us must have ticked them off."

"I would never do anything to hurt Clarke!" Lexa exclaimed. Although her exclamation ignited his rage once more, he realized that she had not denied his accusation and that made him snap.

"You abandoned her on that mountain, leaving her to be tortured and left to die!" Bellamy said exasperated. "You have hurt her before, so don't bother denying it even if you have her forgiveness or not. You only confirmed what I suspected with your involvement here and you are lucky I have far more important things to do than dealing with you, so do us all a favor and leave before I change my mind."

Lexa gasped over his words, but he didn't take the time to see the rest of her reaction. Instead he turned to Lincoln, and for once didn't think about wanting to punch him for getting together with his sister and his natural distrust in him, and asked him to escort Lexa and her entourage out of the camp since their welcome is way overdue. Lincoln nodded and took this as a sign that he was allowed to stay and was a little accepted at least by the 100 enough to help them out in retrieving Clarke and the others. Meanwhile Bellamy felt someone poke his shoulder, making him turn around to see Miller with a concerned expression on his face like he was the bringer of bad news.

"What?" Bellamy asked.

"Bad news, boss," Miller said anxiously. "It seems like we have some company approaching the gates."

Bellamy's eyebrow rose in suspicion as he waited impatiently for what kind company they were talking about.

"Apparently without us noticing it, the entire Ark fell down and now the people from the Ark is here with Dr. Griffin and Marcus Kane leading the herd," Miller explained. Octavia and Bellamy only stared for moment, processing the news and neither of them was particularly pleased over the recent development. For the matter of fact Bellamy wasn't pleased about it at all and for obvious reasons.

"Oh, crap" Bellamy murmured frustrated. "I don't have the time to deal with them or rather I don't want to deal with Clarke's mom when she finds out what is going on here. They are going to try and take control over everything when they don't have single clue about the life on the ground. "

"More like you don't want to tell Dr. Griffin that you are Clarke's boyfriend," Octavia said with taunting grin on her face. She really liked to pull his chain whenever she had the opportunity to do so since he had the tendency to be very overprotective and demanding regarding her. "Dr. Griffin is probably going to surgically remove your manhood when she finds out about your relationship with her daughter."

Bellamy suddenly felt more worried about facing Clarke's mother, especially now when he didn't have Clarke to back him up, but needless to say he had far more important things to worry about than the arrival of his girlfriend's estranged mother. Which is why he gave Miller the order to bring Dr. Griffin and Marcus Kane to his tent upon their arrival and give them the cliff notes about what had happened, but asked for him to keep his relationship with Clarke a secret for now. Miller left quickly after that while he, Lincoln and Octavia left for his tent to do plan how they were going to move forward with the whole situation.

Clarke wasn't sure if it was day or night due to the lack of windows, but she had come up with a plan to find her people and make sure they are safe and alive. It might be a stupid tactic according to Bellamy, but it was going to work and she didn't really care if she got hurt in the process or not because her people was more important than her wellbeing at the moment. She approached the door window to see if the guards were still there, and fortunately they weren't, and began executing her plan into motion. She she had taken apart the white bed sheet and wrapped it around her right hand, making it appear as a huge lump before she smashed it hard against the door window in order to break the glass. The glass didn't break at all, but she continued slamming her hand against the glass and after a while the glass finally broke. She slowly slipped out her hand through the broken window, scratching her arm in the process and unlocked the door. The alarm of course went off the moment she broke the glass, but she didn't care about it as she slipped out the door of her jail cell. Taking quick looks in both directions before she began running down a dark hallway. Hopefully the hallway would lead her to her friends' location.

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