38. Inside The Mountain
Octavia was furious. Why did every man in her life happen to be so overprotective over her that it almost smothered her? Both Lincoln and Bellamy took upon themselves to order her and the other kids back to the camp, while they would go to the mountain in order to get Clarke. It was insulting that they didn't trust and allow her to help, especially considering Clarke wasn't just important to her brother and her boyfriend. Clarke was her best friend and mother figure to the other delinquents, so why did her brother have to face everything alone like Clarke would have done? Her best friend was amazing in every way, don't get her wrong, but she would take it upon herself to face things alone and carry burdens even when she didn't have to.
As she thought this, she stumbled upon Abby on her path to the drop ship to talk to Raven. Not really in the mood to deal with Clarke's control-freak mom and a firm Blake-hater, she tried to turn around and walk away. Unfortunately Abby had different plans in mind when she grabbed her arm in a firm, yet not strong or forceful grip, and made her face the doctor.
"Where is your brother?" Abbey exclaimed. Octavia tried to get out of her grip, but Abby had a stronger hold on her and forced her to stay even though she wanted nothing more than leave and not listen to the doctor talking crap about her brother like he was a perp. "I see you and the missing children is back, but your brother and Clarke is not here. So tell me where are they?"
At that point her anger towards her brother and Lincoln was getting out of control and added with what Abby's words something inside of her just snapped. Her blue eyes were burning like a blazing fire and yelled at the doctor in pure fury, "You want to know where they are? My brother went inside that mountain to bring your daughter back, facing pain and danger for her sake. So don't you dare badmouth my brother because you have no idea what is going on, and if you did then you would understand what Clarke and Bellamy meant to each other and how they are willing to go so far for one another!"
Abby was shocked and not sure how to comprehend what she had just heard, but she let go of the grip around her arm. Then she breathe in and out a few times to calm herself down before she asked quietly, "Clarke…what is her relationship with Bellamy?"
Octavia considered if she should tell Abby point blank about Clarke and her brother, but she was still to frustrated and annoyed by everyone that she would most likely just hurt the situation more. And besides Abby wouldn't take much pride in the fact that it was Octavia that told her the truth, and would probably use it as a weapon against Bellamy and Clarke once they came back to yell at them.
"You are a smart woman, Dr. Griffin. What do you think?" Octavia scoffed before she walked past her and headed to the drop ship.
Just like Lincoln expected, it was easy to get inside the mountain, especially when you pose as a traitor who is delivering a prisoner in exchange for some kind of immunity or any other kind of offer you could think of from the Mountain Men. So when Bellamy and Lincoln entered inside the mountain, the Grounder pushed Bellamy forward to one of the guards and said bluntly, "Here's another person from the Sky People, he is a willing subject to whatever you have going on around here, and as payment for my services I ask for you discretion on my services to you from my people."
It was a brilliant idea to pretend that Lincoln was betraying his people in order to serve the Mountain Men, and they both were thankful that no one currently remembered him from last time and how he had been the one who broke Clarke out in the first place. Now they had to do the exchange quickly before anyone recognized him, otherwise they both were screwed and unable to make contact with the outside world. The guards looked between them with suspicious gazes, which turned shortly to reluctance before the leader of the guard nodded and the other guards apprehended him and pushed him down in order to search him from weapons and any other personal effects that could be used as a weapon. The impact from the force the guards used on him hurt a lot, but it was in his best interest not to catch the guards or anyone else's attention so he kept his pain inside. Once the guards were done with their search, two of them grabbed him by his arms and began dragging him away from Lincoln and the gateway to freedom and independence.
Bellamy turned his head behind him for a moment to watch Lincoln, who remained stoic in his facial expression and turned away and left the same way they had entered. Normally you would be hurt to see how easy it seemed, but there was more than what meet the eye between him and the Grounder. Don't misunderstand, they had planned earlier that it would seem easier and more believable if they didn't show acknowledgment between them. Still it kind of hurt that Lincoln fell naturally into the role, leaving him like he was a piece of garbage. However he knew that Lincoln would have helped more if he could, but he couldn't take the chance of being recognized again and put Clarke's life risk because of it. No, they needed someone on the inside that the Mountain Men wouldn't remember or take much notice to while that person was moving around inside to find her, who was both willing and able to do so. Fortunately Bellamy was both as he was determined to find his princess and get her out of this place with her life still intact.
Anyway he and the guards walked through several hallways and turned many corners. The walls and the floor were made out of the mountain rock and with no natural light shinning inside. Instead there were torches hanging on each side of the wall that led in every direction. However the main problem was that there was nothing else inside that gave him any distinction of the location they were bringing him or in which direction Clarke could be. Honestly he hoped that wherever the guards were taking him wasn't too far away from where they were keeping Clarke, that way he wouldn't have to look all over the mountain and they could make their escape as quick and unnoticeable as possible.
In the end after walking for a long while, they stopped in front of a door, opened it and threw him inside. He had to use his hands to catch his fall, but he managed to do it just in time before his face and the ground made any contact with one another. When he turned around to sneer at the guards they just stood there emotionless for a moment before they quickly locked the door behind it. Bellamy wasn't sure what to think about their actions because he would have thought they would at least taunt him and try and make him scared, but instead they were remained quiet and left him there in his prison cell waiting for his fate.
"At least they smirk and laugh about my capture," Bellamy muttered to himself. "That would have been embarrassing."
He got up on his feet and began walking around his cell in order to see and gain any clue to see if there was any possibility to escape from the cell, which proved to be minimal as there was no windows or entrances than the one he had been thrown in from. And there were also not many things inside the room that could help him the slightest. There was a simple bed against the wall and a bucket that was most likely used for when 'nature was calling', which sort of made him shiver by the thought of doing that in that tiny bucket. Also the torches were apparently not part of the cell's interior since the room was barely lit, making it hard to really see what was right in front of him. He was glad that he was used to seeing in the dark after all those years spending time with Octavia underneath the floorboards, while trying to comfort her and make her less terrified of the small and dark space.
Thinking about those memories caused him to slap his face lightly in order to return his focus back on the situation at hand and grumbled to himself, "Now is not the time to be thinking about that, I need to go and save Clarke." His hands fell from his cheeks and his gaze went around the room once more, hoping to find some kind of solution to his problem. "The question is how to get out of this cell…"
His eyes stopped at the door, but it wasn't the door itself that interested him. No, it was the locking mechanism that caught his interest. It was an old kind of lock, not one of those high-tech locking panels like the ones back on the Ark or back at the drop ship. He walked closer to have an even better look at it and thought that he might be able to pick the lock, an ability he learned on the Ark before he joined the guard and not one of his finer moments in life either when he had been desperate to find ways to care for his sister that he was willing to take such drastic measures in order to provide them, but the only problem was that he needed something to pick the lock with and he had nothing on him that would help. He frowned and once again he looked around the room, hoping to find something that he could use.
"I guess I have to be creative," He muttered lowly before he began turning every nooks and crannies of his cell.
Clarke's head felt incredibly heavy for some reason. And when she tried to move her head in order to gain focus of the situation everything was just spinning around her. She could barely lift or move her head without feeling the exhaustion and drowsiness. Nausea was building up from her stomach and desperate to get out, but thankfully she managed to control it and kept her supper inside. And what was even weirder was that she couldn't remember how she came to this state because the last thing she remembered was that Dr. Tsing and the guards came to her cell and retrieved her and then there was nothing. They must have drugged her or something since there was no way she would feel this was if it was natural occurrence. She waited for a few moments, breathing in and out in order to calm herself and obtain a calm and collected state of mind. Then she began sitting up, while a major headache was banging inside her head like drum, and began to take in her surroundings. The room was similar to the quarantine rooms; everything was white and almost blinding to the eyes with only a few objects that didn't blend with the brightness. However in her quest to comprehend her surrounding someone coughed loudly to catch her attention, which caught her totally off guard as she turned her head fast in the direction of the sound, while trying to ignore the excruciating headache, and saw Dr. Tsing standing a few feet away with her surgical tools nice and neatly sorted out on the table in front of her.
"Sorry for drugging you, but it was a necessary precaution," Dr. Tsing explained. "After all we can't have another episode of what happened the last time you were here. Only a few people know exactly where my lab is located and there will be no one here to try and rescue like your Grounder friend did the last time."
Even though she apologized for her action there was nothing in her voice or body language that told her that the doctor was anywhere sincere about her apology. And if Clarke didn't know any better she would have thought that Dr. Tsing drugged her on purpose just so that she could have the joy to weaken her and have the pleasure to do whatever she saw fit with her.
Clarke wanted do say something, but found it difficult due to her mouth as well as her lips being hoarse and dry, making it even harder to speak without sounding like there was a frog stuck in her throat. She licked her lips a few times and asked lowly, "What are you going to do with me?"
Dr. Tsing didn't answer right away; instead she pulled out a syringe from the table and prepared for it to be used. "First I'm going to draw some of your blood to test it and see if match one of my people. Afterwards…well, let's just say that you will be more useable to be if you are, but if you are not then you will be killed off. Now this will sting a little."
She pressed the tip of the syringe into her arm, slowly filling the blood into the compartment. Clarke groaned in pain, her head was spinning and the nausea was starting to take control again as she whimpered in pain, "Please…stop."
Her words were overlooked and Dr. Tsing continued her work, while Clarke lost conscious of her surrounding and went back into the darkness.
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