So hey guys thanks for being so patient and wonderful with you comments and messages through out the past few days! Love it; you guys inspire me to continue, so I probably would have stopped by now if it wheren't for you guys :D

Anyway chapter 41-42 where going to be put out as one chapter however I felt than it would be far to long, so I shortened it into two chapters so there was still the same amount to read just, not all at once!

Love yea guys!

Vanessa

Rayne's Point of View

Lincoln had been leading us through the maze of tunnels following some sort of map he had either etched into his brain or in side the leather bound book he kept reading. I had been walking up beside him for the past hour or so, with Clarke and Finn behind us whispering to each other about who knows what to be real honest.

I looked over at Lincoln; "Thank you, for rescuing us." I whispered to him as he turned his head to me.

"I'd say this makes us both even?" He said smiling down at me. Octavia and I had helped him escape our camp; it was nice to see he was at least humoring me. I knew he was helping us for more than the reasons he had given us.

This wasn't just about his feelings for Octavia, or the fact that he felt what his people where doing was wrong, it wasn't because O and I helped him get out of our camp. There was something else beyond all of this. "You know why Anya wanted me don't you?" I asked him.

He looked back at Clarke and Finn seeing that neither of them could head what he was about to tell me. Lincoln turned his head back towards the way we where headed. "I do." He said softly.

"Is it actually what Anya made it seem like? You're people need me? My family lineage is something important to your people?" I asked him as he shook his head.

"No." He told me causing my stomach to drop.

"Our Commander… leader… has been searching for a woman for many years. A woman whom has fire colored hair and moss green eyes." He said turning his head slightly to look at me.

"That's not insanely creepy." I mumbled.

"His wife had red hair and green eyes, as did both his daughters, his son was like him dark hair and eyes… his wife and daughters where in the village the flares burnt down… they where there in his place to gather food and supplies." He continued, "Once Anya and Tristan told him that there was a girl with such attributes that had come down from the sky he demanded they bring you too him."

They where going to force me into being with some old man, just because my hair and eyes where the same color as his wife and kids? Because his wife and daughters where dead that meant they had to kidnap me?

"He wants to arrange you with his son, he feels that your hair and eyes are not attributes our people have, most of us have dark hair or blonde hair… brown or blue eyes… never bright red hair, and moss green eyes."

"Great." I mumbled again as he nudged me, "Why do you think when I found you and Octavia I tried to hide you from my people? Why do you think I went to rescue you before the other two? You're safe now, and will be a bit safer once we get you back to your camp. I hate to admit it but Bellamy seems like he will do anything to keep you alive." He told me.

"Yea… do you think he went out searching for us? He'd be stupid to leave the camp to come find us… he'd just end up getting himself killed." I said louder than I had thought.

"Hopefully he stayed in the camp and began to build defenses…" Clarke said from behind me.

"Yea, than at least we have something to look forward too when we get back." Finn added; "If they have the camp's defenses built up that at least we can defend ourselves when the army comes."

The conversation seemed to end there after Lincoln seemed to run ahead of us causing us to chase after him until he finally came to a stop bats flying all around us. He turned handing the torch to Finn as Clarke and I exchanged looks. Lincoln then pulled out his small book flipping through the pages. "Yes." Lincoln mumbled as Clarke and I turned away from them looking down the tunnel in the direction we where headed.

"You hear that right?" I whispered to her as she nodded.

"Wait. If you never were down here, how'd you map it?" Finn asked him. "Spoils of war." Lincoln explained.

Clarke started walking ahead a little as I jogged slightly to catch up to her. "Look." She whispered to me, as the sounds began to get louder and a soft light began to light up ahead of us showing a bend. "What is that?" She suddenly asked turning slightly around to look at the two men.

"Nothing nice sounding that's for sure…" I said looking over at Clarke.

"Reapers." Lincoln said as the howling and shouting seemed to only get louder, I turned around and watched as he ripped the torch out of Finn's hands and tossed it into a small pit of water dousing the light out entirely. Enclosing us completely in darkness.

Bellamy's Point of View

I dragged over a small stool just like Murphy had ordered me too looking over at him hatred filling my entire body. I felt every single fiber of my being going weak, and yet filling with strength to fight whatever it was he was about to throw at me. I couldn't let this be the end… I couldn't go out like this, not without seeing her one last time. I couldn't leave it up to chance that she returns to camp only to find me dead.

Who knows what Murphy would do to them all if they came back, probably hand her over to the grounders as some sort of peace offering from him and whoever chose to join him. He'd probably let them slaughter Clarke, Octavia, Jasper, Monty, Finn and Raven knowing not one of them would ever join him or let him give the grounders Rayne.

"Stand on it." Murphy ordered me holding the other end of the rope with one hand. His voice had started growing colder, filling with more hate, and more venom with each passing minuet he and I where spending in here.

I did as he said yet again standing on the stool looking down at him misery filling my entire body. I wanted to kill him, choke the life out of his worthless body. Not just for what he's doing to me but for what he did to everyone, since the day we got down here. However most of all; I wanted to kill him for what he had planned for everyone once he had gotten rid of him. His biggest obstacle.

"Put it over your head." He ordered me.

I looked over at the noose dangling in front of my face licking my lips nervously as I darted my eyes back towards him, "This is insane. The grounders could…" I began to say before he cut me off again by shooting a bullet off at the ground.

"Put it over your head." He ordered again.

I reached out taking the noose in my hands and shoving it over my head so it was around my neck, I let my hands fall to my sides frustration taking over my tone as I asked; "Happy now?"

Murphy then tugged on the rope causing the noose to tighten around my neck and pull me up off my feet slightly as he looked up at me with a sadistic grin on his lips. "You're so brave, aren't you?" He asked me causing a single tear to roll down my cheek, not because I was feeling crying but because of the jolt of pain that had rung through my neck.

I stared at him, one hand holding the rope that was around my neck giving me some slack between the rope and my neck. My other hand holding the straps behind my head in hopes that I could hold it down and stop him from pulling on it like that again.

"I mean, you came in here thinking you're just gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me, better than me." He began to say to me, "and maybe one of your friends would come help you. Or maybe you even assumed Rayne would just come back and do her stupid dreamy gaze to me and talk me out of this…" He scoffed.

"It should be me she risks her life trying to protect not yours." He continued to pour all his anger out towards me, "I wouldn't have been as stupid as you and let her leave this camp just because Clarke said it's safe."

He was right; I did only let her leave because Clarke told me she would be safe with her. I should have listened to Raven and kept searching for them. Admitting Murphy of all people was right about something didn't sit well with me. I missed what he just said to me only to look over at him again.

"Well, what are you thinking now, Bellamy?" He asked. "Hmm?"

"Thinking about how you're never going to touch that girl again? Never going to be able to kiss her, or hold her? Never going to be able to hear her voice, or her say you name again?" He asked.

He was taunting me, of course I was thinking of all those things. I had been ever since the moment I chose not to go after her, but instead to stay here hidden behind these walls and build up our defenses. Of course she was all that was on my mind, and I didn't feel weak for feeling this way either. If that was what he was getting at.

He moved closer to me pulling on the rope again causing both my hands to move under my neck trying to keep it away from my neck as best as possible as I stood there on my toes trying to keep my balance. Murphy just chuckled at my attempts to stay still on the small little stool. I could feel the belt straps tightening around my neck choking me slightly as I just glared down at him.

Rayne's Point of View

We moved closer to the light that was at the end of the tunnel quietly sliding along the walls Lincoln and Finn in front of Clarke and I. "This can't be the only way. Check the map." Finn urged Lincon.

"If you want to get home before Tristan slaughters your people, this is the only way." Lincoln told us as I moved up so I was no longer behind Clarke but beside her.

The shouting seemed to only get louder as we looked around the corner slightly to see this group of crazy looking grounders beating a few men on the ground, as another seemed to be eating something as he just sat there watching his friends or clan members just totally destroy a man.

"That is disgusting." I whispered, "And the camp through grounders where the vicious ones…"

"We can be…" Lincoln said turning to me slightly.

"Clarke, Rayne." Finn said softly forcing the two of us to look at him. "What?" I asked.

"The carts." Was all he said staring straight ahead not taking his eyes off whatever it was he was looking at.

Clarke and I looked back ahead as she put her arm around my waist pulling me back slightly in the shadows as we stared at the cart Finn had mentioned. It was full of bodies, or pieces of bodies. There was a dark almost grey colored leg hanging there off the side of the cart with another body positioned overtop of it.

"What the hell is this?" Clarke asked Lincoln.

Lincoln ignored her and turned around to face us. "The tunnel on the right, will lead you through the woods into your camp. Take this." He said handing Finn his book, only for Finn to give it to me.

"Wait…" I said slowly. "What are you gonna do?" Finn asked him as the two of them ignored me.

"I'm gonna lead them away." Lincoln said his voice full of hunger and anger. What those two feelings were directed towards I could only assume it was towards his own people. His hunger for revenge or who knows what he had planned. I only hoped he was leading them away and would some how make it and still be alive. "Wait until they follow me, then run." He commanded us.

He handed a gun to Finn, holding it close against him. "For Octavia." He said to him staring him straight in his eyes.

"Wait a second." Clarke said moving closer to Lincoln. "If they catch you, they'll kill you." She said to him as I looked over at Finn who was looking right back at me as the two of us lowered out heads.

We knew if Lincoln led the Reapers away from us that we would be safe and able to get back to the camp, hopefully in time to warn everyone about how massive the army was. However, even knowing what the price of our safety was. The price didn't exactly hit us until Clarke said it out loud. Lincoln would have to die a savage death just so we could get home and maybe live long enough to see tomorrow.

"Worry about yourselves." He said spinning around to face us again.

"Most of Tristan's rangers will be at your gate by nightfall, but he'll send riders ahead, scouts." Lincoln explained. "All of you have to be gone before they arrive."

"One of them's coming." Finn said quickly.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Clarke asked him Lincoln as he moved to face me, "In my book, there's a map. Chart a course to the eastern sea. There's a clan there, led by a woman called Luna, a friend. Tell her I sent you." He explained.

"Lincoln…" I whispered to him as he rubbed my cheek. "Tell her I love her… but don't tell her I said goodbye…" He told me as I nodded.

He pulled a knife out and was about to run out to attack the Reaper heading towards us when Finn grabbed his wrist, "Thank you." He breathed out softly.

"Just get Octavia out of there." He told him sternly. "We will." I told him as Finn looked over at me and nodded.

Before any one of us could blink Lincoln ran out from behind the rock and attacked the advancing Reaper, slitting open his throat. The reaper than slowly fell to the ground catching the attention of every single one of his friends that where near by eating and brawling. Lincoln than stared at the group of Reapers as they all stood up.

He ran down the opposite path to the one he had told us to go down. Every single Reaper chasing after him, I tried to count them as they ran past out hiding place. There was twenty of them, I only hoped Lincoln was as good of a fighter as I have thought he was. That he would meet us at this other clan's camp.

"Let's go." Finn said pushing Clarke and I in front of him as we all began to run down the tunnel that Lincoln had told us to go, the tunnel that would finally take us home. Even if the home would only be ours for a few more hours.

Clarke stopped by the cart, forcing both Finn and I to stop and stare at her. "Clarke don't stop let's go." I said to her.

"Oh , my god. Did you two see that?" She asked her voice breaking, now wasn't the time for hysteria.

"Clarke she's right, we need to keep moving." Finn said next.

Clarke lifted to tarp off the body only to reveal it was a grounder, a malnourished dying grounder. The man looked only to be a few years older than Bellamy. Maybe even slightly older than that, the tattoos on his body where the darkest colour on him. His skin was now a dark shade of gray, that was clinging to his bones.

"Oh, god…" I said clasping a hand over my mouth.

"They're alive." She said moving away from the dying man in the cart even though he was reaching out for her.

"Oh, my god…" she breathed out as I took her by the wrist pulling her towards me only to have Finn knock us both to the ground. "Girls look out!" He said once we'd both hit the ground. He than began to fight off the Reaper that had apparently strayed behind the rest of them.

The grounder managed to push Finn to the ground and begun to punch him repeatedly in the face, I turned to face Clarke whom was too stunned to even move. Not that I blamed her I could barely move myself. At one point she and I could take this opportunity to run, but Finn was one of us and we don't leave each other behind.

I just had no idea how to help him, until I saw him pick a rock up off the ground and began hitting the Reaper in the side of the head with it until blood began to fall out of the creatures head. I looked over at Clarke who was still sitting there in shock. We began to hear more shouting again, that must mean they captured and killed Lincoln already.

"They're coming back." Clarke said as I stood up pulling her with me, the two of us walked towards Finn lifting him up off the ground together before we all stood there looking at each other.

"We shouldn't waste anymore time." I said to them as the two of them nodded.

Bellamy's Point of View

Murphy tied the slack to the later and then began to walk around the room, walking right up to me; he'd look up at me every so often smirking at me. "You know, I got to hand it to you, Bellamy." He said, his words sounding like venom to my ears.

"You got 'em all fooled. They actually look up to you, almost as much as they look up to Clarke and Rayne. Sometime tells me they care more about those two's lives than they do yours." He scoffed.

"Yea, well, we know the truth, don't we?" He continued to ask as I struggled to stay in place and keep my balance.

"You're a coward." He seethed at me. "I learned that on two very important days. The day you got Rayne than cheated on her with some slut…. Than about a week or so later, the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me."

I felt the tears burning against my eyes, I was losing my ability to stand still, and the way he had moved the stool made it hard to stand. The amount he had the straps pulled forced me onto my toes and the way he was talking about me was making me lose hope.

I had forgotten all about that day, the day Rayne saw me with that other girl. It was before we had really admitted we where together. Yet the pain that was behind her eyes was unlike anything else I'd seen. She looked like she had been betrayed, like she had told herself not to fall for me, because something like that would happen and it did.

Maybe he was right and she did deserve a world without me, she would be better off if I wasn't around to constantly wane her trust and faith in me. What I did know she deserved was a world where she didn't have to be worried about Murphy hurting her. At least I knew with me alive she would be safe, they would all be safe as long as I was still breathing. I would make sure Murphy didn't leave this drop ship alive.