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Time To Take Up Arms - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Eleven

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Summary: This is it. The Grounders are coming for them and the 100 have to be prepared. And this is exactly what they did ever since the hope for peace between them and the Grounders was blown up by the latter. War was the only thing left for them to do and the natives of the earth made it clear to them. They had the numbers and the knowledge of the land but the teenagers had fire power. And when they saw the Ark’s stations fell down the sky, they knew help was coming...

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Warnings: The 100 season 1 spoilers (specifically episode 12 and 13 “We Are Grounders Part 1 & 2″), some violence, explosion, lots of blod, slashed hand :), swearing, breakdown, angst, ANGST, cry of grief

The Grounder rode them across the forest and stopped the horse upon arriving near another brazier. He slid off his mount and while Michelle got off on her own, he helped Clarke off and cut her ties, freeing her hands. As Michelle stepped beside Clarke, a figure moved behind the fire and approached them, revealing himself.

“Finn?” Her eyes had widened when she saw him and her whole being was overwhelmed with relief as she rushed to him, embracing him. Michelle stood behind, crossing her arms. She wasn’t as happy as Clarke, but she was glad he was safe and sound. Finn glanced behind the blonde and exchanged a nod with Michelle. When they softly broke their hug, the latter slowly approached. They turned their heads to the Grounder, and he took off his mask, revealing the face fo the very Grounder they had held captive some time ago.

“Lincoln saved my life. He killed one of his own people to do it.” Clarke then walked towards Lincoln, pointing at the brazier by their side.

“The signal fire? That was you?”

“We needed a distraction.”

“I’d say it worked.” Finn declared.

“Not well enough.” He said, frowning as another brazier on the other side of the forest was extinguished.

“What’s it mean?” Spacewalker wondered.

“Means Anya knows Clarke and Michelle aren’t dead. We need to hurry.” He moved the horse to the side and sent it in the forest with a slap on its rump and it left, galloping. “Let’s hope they follow the horse.”

“Hey, what do we do now?”

“Now we run.” Lincoln retorted as the three teenagers glanced at each other before running off after the Grounder. “Come on. It’s right up here.”

“What is?” Finn asked whilst running behind the tall man.

“Someplace they won’t follow.” He led them to a large opening in the rocks, almost ressembling a door frame. Clarke, Finn and Michelle stood in front of it, catching their breath.

“Wait.” Clarke glanced around in panick. “Where does it lead?”

“Everywhere. There’s a tunnel near your camp. If we make it through, we’ll get there before Tristan.” He then urged them to go upon hearing horses neighing, approaching their location. The other Grounders had gotten to them, and they had to go right now, so they did. They bent over and rushed inside the tunnel, soon followed by Lincoln before the othes reached him. It was obvious that it was because they knew where the four were going that they didn’t follow them right away. They had very little time to get to the camp before Tristan, Anya and the other Grounders. Lincoln lit up a small fire after they stopped in the dark of the mines.

“You were right, they didn’t follow us.” Finn noted.

“They know where we’re going.” Michelle glanced at him.

“Yes. Also because Reapers use these tunnels.” He added, his eyes looking around cautiously, speaking in a low tone. “Tristan wouldn’t risk running into them.”

“What the hell’s a Reaper?”

“Pray you never find out.” Lincoln replied to Finn, raising the torch he lit with the fire on the ground. They stood up but the Grounder grunted as he got on his feet.

“Lincoln, you’re hit.” Finn frowned in concern. Michelle widened her eyes when as he moved, she noticed an arrow piercing through his back. Clarke stopped him.

“Hey, let me look at that.” Lincoln reluctantly let her and handed the torch to Finn. Clarke observed the arrow in his back and then turned to his front and lifted his shirt. There was no exit wound. The arrow’s tip was fully inside of his torso.

“I’ve fought battles with worse wounds than this.”

“We’re not in a battle right now.” Clarke retorted quietly.

“Yes, we are.” He argued, wincing. Clarke stopped examinating him and looked up at him.

“Why are you helping us?”

“This can’t just be about Octavia.” Michelle glanced at Finn before turning her head to Lincoln, frowning slightly, wondering as well what it was all about and why he even helped them. She already started wondering when he didn’t put the two of them down after Anya ordered him to do so, but Lincoln kept quiet, just staring at Finn.

“Fine, don’t tell us. Give me your knife.” After he gave it to her, she handed it over to Michelle. “Heat the blade.” Finn lowered the torch over the knife, and she kept it over the dancing flame. “You might want something to bite down on.”

“You people are so soft. If you don’t learn to be more— Aah!” He let out a growl when Clarke pushed the arrow through his torso, exiting his abdomen. Shaking, he broke the tip of the arrow so she could pull the rest out. He silently, looked at Clarke over his shoulder. “What my people are doing to yours is wrong.”

“Here.” Michelle handed over the heated knife to Clarke, the blade glowing red from the contact with the fire. She took it and turned back to Lincoln and as he held up his coat and shirt, she rested the burning blade against his skin for a second to cauterize the wound. Lincoln kept his mouth shut, silencing a groan, his muscles tensing up suddenly. He let out a breath when she took it off but looked away, clenching his jaw when she repeated the motion on the entering wound caused by the arrow. It was only then that they started moving again, walking silently through the tunnels down the rails, Finn holding up the torch to light their way. Bats were squeaking and flying above their heads, their high-pitched little screams echoing all throughout the mines. They stopped momentarily and Lincoln took his notebook, leafing through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

“If you’ve never been down here, how’d you map it?” Finn interrogated. Michelle was looking down at the pages of the notebook until she saw Clarke staring ahead from the corner of her eyes. She raised her head and stepped towards the blonde, frowning, wondering what was going on. They couldn’t see much. The tunnel was plunged in the dark apart from a very faint light coming the other way, a distant howling reaching their ears.

“What is that?” Michelle inquired. There was a short silence before Lincoln’s voice rose behind the two girls.

“Reapers.” He grabbed the torch from Finn’s hand and dunked it in a puddle on the side of the tracks to put out the fire and conceal their presence from the Reapers. Lincoln touched their shoulders as he walked past them, silently telling them to move along. Almost holding their breaths as they slowly walked down the tunnel.

“This can’t be the only way. Check the map.” Finn suggested in a whisper. Michelle rolled her eyes. Maybe she’d rather have him dead, it would probably be less annoying than have him around.

“If you wanna get home before Tristan slaughters your people, this is the only way.” As they reached the adjacent tunnel, where the monsters that were presumably the Reapers were, they crouched down. The figures they saw move around a dozen feet away from them resembled wild animals, savage beasts in the way they behaved. Just a glimpse was needed to confirm what was said about those people. They were monsters and you didn’t want to come across them.

“Guys. The carts.” Michelle and Clarke glanced at him when he addressed them and they looked at what he was pointing out, noticing tarps covering body-like shapes crammed in the carts. They frowned as they realized it didn’t just look like bodies, it was literally a pile of bodies, with a leg hanging out one of the carts.

“What the hell?” Michelle breathed out, in disbelief. This was insane. Lincoln turned to the three of them.

“Tunnel on the right will lead you through the woods near your camp. Take this.” He gave his book to Finn, and he slipped it inside of his jacket.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked the Grounder.

“I’m gonna lead them away. Wait until they follow me. Then run.” He instructed, looking at Clarke, Finn and Michelle. “For Octavia.”

“Wait a second.” Clarke bent over to him as she wasn’t crouched. “If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

“Worry about yourselves. Most of Tristan’s rangers will be at your gat by nightfall.” He retorted. “But he’ll send riders ahead, scouts. All of you have to be gone before they arrive.”

“One of them’s coming.” Finn alerted Lincoln.

“Where are we supposed to go?” The blond asked him before he left the three of them here.

“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.”

“Thank you.” Finn whispered.

“Just get Octavia out of there.” He said before rushing at the Reaper when the latter turned to his peers and had his back to the Grounder. He pulled out his machete and stabbed him, letting his body fall to his knees. Upon seeing one of them get killed, another Reaper let out a piercing yell, soon imitated by the others as they ran after Lincoln in the opposite direction to where the three teenagers were supposed to go, to clear the way for them to escape and reach the camp before the other Grounders. The second they disappeared in another tunnel; they ran.

“Oh my god, did you see that?” Clarke stood by the cart, looking at the limbs hanging over the edge, in shock.

“Clarke, we need to keep moving.” Finn reminded her. She ignored him and pulled the tarp to the side, revealing somebody still alive, mumbling at their sight and weakly trying to stretch out his hand to them. They widened their mouths and eyes, flabbergasted by their gruesome discovery. The Reapers were fed dying people but, how did they get them? Suddenly, Michelle heard a growl nearby and she stepped back.

“Clarke, look out!” Finn rushed at Clarke when he saw a Reaper staring at them. The boy got pinned down, struggling against the monster of the mines. When the Reaper put his hands around Finn’s neck and started squeezing, Michelle grabbed the gun still hanging from her shoulders and violently hit the wild man in the head. The blow was so strong, his forehead was cut open and blood covered his face. Finn caught his breath, leaning on his elbows, he glanced up at Michelle as she passed the handle of the gun around her shoulders, and she nodded briefly at him.

“They’re coming back.” Clarke helped him up. “Finn, come on, we’ve gotta go. Get up. Get up.”

“What the hell was that back there?” Clarke wondered anxiously, pivoting on her feet. They were out of the mines, now standing in the forest. The sun had risen already. “Why would they keep them alive?”

“How the fuck do they even get these bodies?” Michelle brought her hand to her face and rested the palm of it oever her temple and forehead. “They had the same tattoos some Grounders have, that’s… what the fuck…”

“I swear to God. The more we learn about this place, the less we know.” At the sound of water splashing behind her, Clarke turned around and went to crouch near him as he feverishly rubbed the blood off his face. The blood that had fallen on him when she struck the Reaper. Clarke took Finn’s hand in hers to calm him down. “He would’ve killed us.”

“I’m sorry, Finn. At least, that blood isn’t on your hand. I had a weapon, I used it.” She felt bad because it definitely took a toll on him. The look he gave Michelle was a silent thank you and she took it sith a brief but comforting smile.

“And you did what you had to, Michelle.” Clarke added in a soft voice. “We all have.”

“I should’ve fought for you.” He then told Clarke.

“Finn, don’t.” Michelle crossed her arms and looked around so as not to stare them down while they spoke. It would be awfully awkward.

“Clarke.” There was a silence before he continued. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” That was the last thing she heard clearly as she walked away to give them some space to themselves. He told her point blank that he loved her. She didn’t hear that from Murphy. It brought confusion in her head, clouding her thinking. There was more than sex to whatever there was between the two of them. It didn’t feel like they were just together to hook up, but she wondered if he had the same feelings as her. Maybe it wouldn’t be a long-lasting relationship but it sure was a nice time. If it wasn’t to last forever, she would one day find the right person. She hoped. She was snapped out of her thoughts when an explosion sounded in the distance, suddenly tunring around. She came back running to Finn and Clarke.

“What was that?” Michelle asked.

“It came from the camp.” Finn stated.

“We’re too late.” Clarke exclaimed and her and Finn jolted on their feet, and they all ran to the camp at high speed. As they approached camp grounds, they heard Miller yell to the others when he saw them.

“Wait! Hold your fire. It’s Clarke, Michelle and Finn. Open the gate.”

“Clarke, Michelle and Finn are back!” Someone cheered while they entered, running.

“Hey, we heard an explosion. What happened?” Clarke asked Bellamy, worried.

“Murphy happened.” He frowned and stared down Michelle as if it was somehow partially her fault.

“Thank God.” Jasper ran to Clarke and hugged the blond in relief. “Where have you been? Where’s Monty?”

“You didn’t find Monty yet?” Michelle was genuinely concerned and looked around at everyone. Clarke was confused.

“Monty’s gone?”

“Clarke, we need to leave now.” Finn spoke up, addressing everyone in camp. “All of us do. There’s an army of Grounders unlike anything we’ve ever seen… coming for us right now. We need to pack up what we can and run.”

“Like hell, we do.” Bellamy argued. “We knew this was coming.”

“Bell, we’re not prepared.” Octavia retorted.

“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready. Besides, where would we go? Where would we be safer than behind these walls?”

“There’s an ocean to the east. People there will help us.” Finn told him.

“You saw Lincoln.”

“Yeah.” He nodded at Octvia.

“You expect us to trust a Grounder?” Bellamy rose his voice, almost yelling. “This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands. Our dead are buried behind that wall, in this ground. Our ground. The Grounders think that they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don’t belong here. But they’re yet to realize one very important fact. We are on the ground now. And that means we are Grounders.”

“Yeah!” People cheered in support to his little speech.

“Grounders with guns.” Another declared.

“Damn right.” Bellamy nodded. “I say let them come.”

“Bellamy’s right.” Clarke spoke up. “If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world… we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn’t change the simple fact… that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So, pack your things. Just take what you can carry. Now.”

Chattering loudly, everyone turned around and walked in opposites direction to do as Clarke said and get ready to leave camp soon. Michelle glanced at their peers as she and Clarke faced Bellamy. Octavia approached Finn from the side.

“Where is he?” She asked him. He didn’t say anything and just handed her the things Lincoln gave them back when they were escaping through the mines when suddenly, a cry for help came for an opening on the side of the enclosure wall of the camp. It was Raven. She was limping pretty severely and couldn't put her right foot on the ground at all, using the wall to support her and move forward.

“Raven.” Bellamy jogged to her, followed by Clarke, Michelle and Finn.

“Murphy shot her.” Jasper declared and Michelle felt like her heart missed a beat.

“Get her into the drop ship.” Clarke ordered as Finn carried Raven in his arms and rushed inside. The blonde was about to go after the two but Bellamy stopped her, placing his arm in her way.

“Clarke. Leaving here is a mistake.”

“The decision’s been made.” She retorted and Michelle stepped back to not get dragged into that argument because she wouldn’t know what to say to each of them if they asked for her opinion. Moreover, she had been shaken by the news of Murphy shooting Raven and couldn’t quite figure out what could have led to this happening. It must have been somewhat of an accident. She couldn’t believe he would deliberately hurt her so badly and maybe even making her disabled.

“Crowds make bad decisions. Just ask Murphy.” He kept trying to talk her out of this, but Michelle could see in her eyes that the blonde was pretty decided already. “Leaders do what they think is right.”

“I am.” She simply stated before walking away from him. Michelle clenched and unclenched her hands repeatedly, looking around. She wanted to move and follow Clarke as the latter headed for the dropship to go to Raven but she was still preoccupied by what happened with Murphy and for some reason, felt like it was her fault, even though it was absolutely not. She had feelings for Murphy, that was it. She wasn’t in control of him and seeing her trying to contain her agitation made Bellamy speak up as he was still standing near her.

“This wasn’t your fault, Michelle.” She turned to him, and he locked his gaze in her dark eyes.

“Where is he?” She asked softly.

“He blew up a hole in one of the walls and took off.” She nodded at his answer, looking at the ground and finally walked away, taking the same direction as Clarke so as to join her and get ready to go.

“Gunners, at the ready.” Along other teenagers of the group, Michelle held a gun to her shoulder, her sharp gaze watching their surroundings as the first came out of the camp compound.

“Keep your eyes open.” Another said. They slowly walked into the woods, on the look out. Raven was being transported on a makeshift stretcher, towards the back of the group. She put her worries for Murphy aside and focused on trying to keep safe her peers and her friends and family among them. When Bellamy and Clarke followed, the young man holding a gun, Michelle went to walk along them. Which reassured Clarke as her friend and sister wouldn’t be on the front line. After a brief moment, Octavia stretched out her arms, raising her hands and everyone stopped in their tracks, watching the woods, almost holding their breath, the gunners clung to their weapons.

“Grounders!” Jasper shouted at the top of his lungs, and they turned around, running back to the camp in a haste, yelling in panick, pushing each other to get through the gate in time and back inside the walls.

“Shut the gate! Shut the gate!” Finn instructed. Michelle and Bellamy climbed up on the plateflorm made inside the camp to serve as lookout posts and aimed into the woods, scanning the area. The descendant of Grounders’ soldiers that was Michelle was on full mode war right now, even though Murphy was kind of still on her mind obviously but if she wanted to see him again and get her answers, she had to make it out alive first. Now, she was not only worried about his whereabouts, she also worried for her survival and that of her friends. The gat got finally closed and Clarke joined Bellamy and Michelle and looked out into the woods.

“Where are they? Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy wondered impatiently.

“Because we’re doing exactly what they wanted us to do.” Clarke figured and turned around to look at Finn, standing there. “Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive.”

“If it’s just scouts, we can fight our way out.” Octavia chimed in, determined. “That’s what Lincoln would do.”

“We’re done doing what that Grounder would do. We tried it and now Drew is dead.” Bellamy retorted and jumped off the lookout spot and he pointed at the boy’s corpse lying in the dirt, a weapon into his skull. “You wanna be next?”

“That Grounder saved our lives.” Finn told him. “I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there’s one scout out there.”

“Yeah, and by the time we found this out and try to fight them, the rest of them will be here and they’ll kill all of us.” Michelle declared from the lookout, standing beside Clarke.

“Clarke, we can still do this.” Michelle sighed and rolled her eyes at Octavia’s insistence.

“They’re looking to you, princess.” Bellamy added.

“Clarke, we need to stand our grounds here. We go out there again and we’re all dead before we even know it. Thinking we can win this in the woods is stupid.” Michelle persevered with her reasoning, trying to persuade her and make her see that it was their only option. Clarke took a second of silence, pondering her choices for everyone’s sake. She glanced at Michelle. Her words had some weight to them. The latter spent her time on the Ark studying the tactis of war from the battles of the old days.

“What’s it gonna be?” Bellamy continued. “Run and get picked off out in the open… or stand and fight back?”

“Clarke.” The blonde and Michelle shared a knowing glance and Clarke turned to look into the woods before jumping off the lookout. She seemed to have taken a decision now. Finn grabbed her arm as she walked by him.

“Clarke, if we’re still her when Tristan gets here—” She cut him off.

“Lincoln said “scouts”. More than one. He said “Get home before the scouts arrive.” Finn, they’re already here.” She then turned around and looked at Bellamy. “Looks like you’ve got your fight.”

“Okay, then.” He rose his voice for everyone to hear his words. “This is what we’ve been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed.”

“Get down.” Clarke motioned for Michelle to approach, and the latter obliged. “You fight from inside, okay? Your aim will do us more good if you stay alive and unwounded.”

“Okay.” She sighed but let her have this one ready to get back to her post, but Clarke grabbed her arm and led her to Bellamy along with her.

“So how the hell do we do this?” She inquired and he motioned for them to follow. They got in the dropship. Raven had been put in one of the seats in the dropship and the five of them stood around a table on which Bellamy had scened the camp grounds with toy soldiers here and there, a walkie talkie in hands in case someone out there needed to communicate anything to him, like if the Grounders arrived for the attack.

“We’ve got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take. Roughly 500 rounds of ammo.” Bellamy announced. “While you three were gone,” he looked at Finn, Michelle and Clarke. “we made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.”

“Partially mined, thanks to Murphy.” Raven corrected and Michelle looked away.

“Still, it’s the main route in.” Bellamy pursued. “If the Grounders use it, we’ll know. She also built grenades.”

“That’s not many.” Clarke observed.

“Again, thank you, Murphy.”

“We’ll make them count.” He said as he handled one of the explosives and put it back in the box that contained them. “If the Grounders make it through the front gate… guns and grenades should force them back.”

“And then?” Clarke wondered.

“Then we close the door and pray.” Raven replied weakly

“And pray what?” She turned to the injured mechanic. “That the ship keeps them out? Because it won’t.”

“Then let’s not let them get through the gate.” He turned on the radio to deliver an instruction to the people out of the walls. “All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties. As many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That’s the plan.”

“That’s always your plan.” Finn stared at Bellamy. “Just like the bomb at the bridge.”

“Damn right. You got a better idea?”

“It can’t be that simple.” Clarke whispered under her breath, observing the recreation of the camp on the table. The boys stopped talking and glanced at her silently as she turned to Raven. This time, even Michelle had no idea what went through her head but as she talked to Raven, she started to get it. “You said there’s fuel in those rockets, right? Enough to build a hundred bombs.”

“I also said we got no gunpowder left.”

“I don’t wanna build a bomb. I want a blast off.”

“Draw them in close.” Raven nodded, staring back at the blonde. “Fire the rockets. A ring of fire.”

“Barbecued Grounders. I like it.” Bellamy approved, obviously.

“Will it work?” Finn queried and Raven took a second to think.

“The wiring’s a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, I’ll cook them real good.”

***

While everybody was preparing for the uncoming attack of the Grounders, going on about their business here and there in the camp, they all stopped and raised their eyes when they heard drums beating in the forest. Michelle tightened her grip on her gun, taking a deep breath in and out. She looked at Bellamy as he stood nearby and he seemed anxious about what was coming their way, and rightfully so. She watched him jog to the tunnel and she went along with him despite Clarke asking her to stay inside the walls. She needed to be with the other gunners. He looked at her as they got there and simply acknowledged her presence and nodded as they crouched next to Monroe and Miller in the foxhole, looking out in the woods.

“Where’s Octavia?” Bellamy asked as he armed his gun.

“She left five minutes ago. Didn’t say where to.” Miller answered. “She thinks she’s a damn samurai.”

“You see anything?”

“No.” Monroe said, her voice betrayed how freaked out she was. “What the hell are they waiting for?”

“The longer they wait, the better. This is about buying time for Raven.” Bellamy declared.

“I see them!” They heard Sterling exclaiming over the radio. “They’re moving! I count one, two, three… No wait there’s four. I don’t man! There’s too damn many of them!”

“Who was that?” Bellamy inquired upon hearing gunfire further away from their position.

“Sterling, I think.” Miller assumed. “South foxhole.”

“South foxhole, report now!” Bellamy ordered. There was some more gunshots that sounded in the distance but they eventually got a response.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re okay. They didn’t attack. It’s like shooting at ghosts.” Suddenly, they saw figures move behind the trees, running in the shadows.

“There. I see them!” Monroe cried out and her and Miller started shooting. Michelle only pressed the trigger when she locked on a target and the Grounder she aimed fell to the ground. She didn't start shooting random bursts into the forest like the two others, who got called to order by Bellamy.

“Stop. Stop. Hold your fire. Hold fire!” Monroe’s gun clicked, announcing that she emptied it by shooting around. “Reload. Now.”

“Those were our last clips.” Bellamy looked at Miller in bewilderment and disconcert.

“We sh- we should fall back.” Monroe stuttered.

“No. If this position falls, they walk right to the front door.” Bellamy reloaded his gun and glanced at Michelle. “It’s you and me now, Michelle. Save your ammunition.”

“Sure thing.” She nodded and was already looking out again, watching for a target to aim at. Garbled voices over the radio, gunfire resounding in the forest and over that, Bellamy trying to reach out to the other foxholes in a haste. The situation was getting worse as time went by and everyone could see it. They wouldn’t last long in there and at some point, they would be forced to go back to camp and hold. Just hold and resist, fighting back the Grounders. Michelle tried to shoot at one of them as he ran from a tree to another, but she narrowly missed, and the bullet only scratched the Grounder’s arm.

“They’re everywhere.” Jasper’s voice rose from the two-way radio. “Harper, get down. We need backup!” There were gunshots followed by an explosion and screams. “Raven, our mines actually work. Yes!”

“That’s some good news.” Michelle stated as she shot a Grounder in the leg.

“Jasper…” Clarke’s voice came up. “we need you in the drop ship. Right now.”

“Negative.” Bellamy opposed. “We can’t give up the west woods.”

“The west woods are mined, Bellamy.” She argued. “The Grounders just figured that out. Jasper, get in here.”

“All gunners listen up.” Jasper addressed. “The Grounders are not attacking. They’re making us waste bullets. Don’t shoot when they’re running laterally.”

“Jasper’s right.” Bellamy grabbed the radio. “Don’t fire until you’re sure it’s attack. Repeat. Do not fire until, you are sure.” There was a hot minute of silence and calm. The Grounders had stopped moving around and the 100 held their breath, until a wave of their enemies started running at them, yelling.

“Here they come!” Miller declared and as they fired and killed some, he turned around when he saw the other girl run back to camp. “Monroe, get back here!”

“Bellamy!” Michelle shot at a Grounders that jumped over and fall on the latter, grunting loudly and she let out a long, sharp and high-pitched yell when the blade of a machete hit the palm of her hand. She felt like it almost hit the bones in her hands as she fell on the ground and the blade left her flesh, leaving a deep and nasty cut across her palm and she held her wrist in pain, caught by Miller in her fall. While Bellamy struggled against the Grounder, Miller helped Michelle up and she kept the palm of her hand turned to the sky, blood flowing down her skin and falling on the ground. Next thing they knew, the Grounder got stabbed in the head by a sword and Octavia appeared behind him.

“Admit it. You want one.” She breathed out with a smirk when suddenly, an arrow lodged in her thigh, and she lost her balance.

“Miller, Michelle, fall back.” He hadn’t realized how badly Michelle was hurt as well but the latter just sucked it up and tried to keep her hand in a fist to put pressure on the bleeding and she ran back to camp along with Miller. Bellamy would be just fine bringing Octavia back and Michelle needed care immidietaly, at least a tight bandage all around her hand or she would just bleed out and die. She ran for the dropship, jerky breathing because of fatigue that the significant blood loss was beginning to cause. She stumbled as she walked up the dropship's door to get in but caught herself on the wall with her right hand and took a few awkward steps inside. Clarke was kneeling next to a collapsed Raven when she heard the noise her steps made, and she stood up.

“Michelle—” When she saw in what state the hand of her dear friend was, she widened her eyes. There was so much blood that she couldn’t even tell how bad the injury was but given how livid Michelle’s face looked, it must have been pretty bad.

“We got attacked. A Grounder slashed my hand.” She articulated, swallowing harshly. Clarke rushed to her and brought her to a seat and settled her there. She went to grab a bucket and filled it with water and got a few cloths lying on the metallic table and cleaned the blood on her hand before bandaging her hand with a first cloth which was soaked up in blood almost instantly then a second on top to apply more pressure and compress the lot until they could do something better. She stood up and Michelle caught her breath, resting her eyes and half-opened her eyelids when she heard Clarke steps walking away. She exhaled and straightened up and gathered water in her hand to refresh her face. She then looked down at her injured hand, resting upside down on her laps. The pressure applied on it by the cloth was probably helping but her limb felt a little bit numb, and she had a hard time moving her fingers. She could only see the tip of some of them respond very lightly. She stretched out her arm to get her hands on the other pieces of fabric because her hand felt warm and wet from all the blood drenching her makeshift bandage. Ironically enough, she wasn’t as phased by it as when she got it cut by the Grounder’s machete. She took off the cloths Clarke put on her hand, cupped water in her other hand and cleaned around the cut before applying pressure on it with another tissue she held tight in her hand. She ignored the people entering the dropship and coming the crash here and there. When she noticed Finn and Clarke coming in, she watched them calked to Raven, still passed out on the floor and inject something in her leg.

“Clarke, they’re taking down the gate!” Miller walked in.

“Good.” Jasper said, appearing from the hatch leading to beneath the dropship. “Cause I did it. I think.”

“I’m closing that door.” Miller pointed at the buttons on the side after hearing the camp’s gate falling outside.

“Wait.” Clarke jumped on her feet and approached him. “We’ve got people out there. Bellamy’s not back yet.”

Michelle took a deep breath in, her eyelids felt more and more heavy and the pressure she applied with her hand on the wound on her palm lessened. She felt herself on the verge of passing out and when her eyes closed, the voices around her became muffled and it went quiet and dark really quickly.

Michelle’s eyes opened and she blinked as light entered the dropship through the sheet hanging across the doorframe and she straightened up, looking around. There wasn’t anybody left in the dropship, aside from a passed-out Raven lying on the floor. She accidentally kicked the bucket full of water by her side and glanced down, only now realizing that her hand had been tightly bandaged again. It was soaked in blood but it didn’t look very recent so it must have bled through in the night while she was unconscious but now, she didn’t see anyone around, and she didn’t dare call out Clarke’s name so she just slosly stepped out of the dropship. She had most of her strength back and didn’t feel as dying as last night. Outside was a horrific vision. Burned corpses all over the place and she was carefull to step over them as she walked across the camp. At first, she got worried and was scared that Clarke might have been among them, but she then remembered she was in the dropship when the door was closed so she exhaled and walked into the woods. She had no idea where she was going. Maybe she was going to find someone that got away before they fired the rockets of the dropship and burned down the Grounders attacking them.

She tripped over some roots growing out of the dirt but got back on her feet, wincing when she would lean on her hand to get up and let out a cry of pain and she would hold her wrist afterwards. Michelle looked constantly around her, just walking forward, having no idea where it would bring her but when she saw a body of water outside the forest, a few dozens of feet away from her, she walked faster and stopped mid-way when she saw something huge that had crashed in the water, something she recognized to be a station of the Ark. She narrowed her eyes. Two figures were standing on top of it and turned towards her direction, probably seeing the smoke coming from where their camp was originally but then, she saw that they were looking at her until she started running closer to them and they hurried off the station, jumping down on the land.

“Abby.” Michelle smiled as she hugged the mother of her childhood best friend, who was herself her mother’s best friend.

“You’re alive.” Abigail said this in relief to see her, holding her closely. The brunette girl was smiling, so happy to see her and as she broke the hug and looked at the woman in front of her.

“Where’s my mom?” Abby’s smile faded and the girl took a step back, her lips started trembling as she stretched them into a nervous smile, shaking her head. She grabbed the side of her jacket while her eyes left Abby’s face only once to glance at Kane standing a couple feet behind Clarke’s mother. When she opened her mouth to say something, her voice broke before she could articulate anything because she knew what this silence meant, and tears started to run down her face. Her bandaged hand to her face, her whole being was quivering. She fell to her knees, wiping the tears forming in her eyes, blurring her vision. She had a shuddering breath, as if she was gasping for air as she cried. Abby looked at Kane and crouched down to wrap her arm around the girl’s shoulder. She eventually helped her on her feet and she managed to speak up. “What— What happened?”

“It was on Unity Day.” She turned her face to Kane when the latter was the one to reply to her and she just stared at him. “A bomb meant to kill Chancellor Jaha went off and killed 6 people including your mother, Callie.”

“She wanted me to tell you that she loves you, and will always look over you, Michelle. She was sorry for letting them take you away.” Abby added softly and Michelle pursed her lips inwards, shaking her head as tears threatened to flood her face once again and she frowned. She blinked and wiped her eyes with the top of her hands and clenched her right one, stretching out the fingers of her injured hand and frowning because of the pain that shot through her forearm. She turned to Kane, in tears.

“This is all your fault.” She spat at him, sobbing and pushing him away. He was looking down at her with sadness in his eyes but she didn’t care. “This is all your fault. I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She started hitting him, ignoring the pain of her wounded hand and he just let her take it out on him, which was the saddest part of it all. “If you hadn’t arrested me, I’d have been with my mother. I could have—” A weep cut her off but she rose the tone of her voice as she gave a death stare to Kane. He was making her blood boil. “I could have at least said goodbye… I hate you, Kane.”

[To be continued…]

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Published (06/10/2022) by Andrea

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