x. a torturous storm
contents under pressure

GREY ALMOST black clouds rolled across the sky, plunging the camp into a forced darkness. Rain pelted and soaked everything in its path, while thunder shook the ground and lightning streaked in blue flashes overhead. A storm unlike anything the delinquents, or those from the Ark, had ever seen with their own eyes.

     Sawyer raised a hand in an attempt to cover her face, failing miserably to shield herself from the sting of windswept rain. Her hair whipped around her head as it tugged against the band holding it in place. She would have a spectacular headache later, but she could not risk the movement to let down her hair. If she thought her vision was obscured now, she really would not be able to see anything in front of her.

     "Jasper! Monty! Bellamy!" Sawyer shouted in hopes that her voice carried over the roar of the storm. She did not appreciate the fact that three of her people decided to leave the safety of the dropship. Although, they were not her reason for being out in the weather herself. "Octavia, we need to head back," she turned to where the Blake girl gathered two silver canisters in her arms. The tent around them no longer in one solid piece as holes were ripped into the fabric. She gathered other items into her pack, anything she thought they might need until the storm blew over.

     Octavia looked to her with creased brows, most of the blood on her face having been washed away from the rain. "But they're still out there."

     "They'll find a cave to ride it out," Sawyer said as she tied off her pack and slung it onto her shoulders. "We need to get back. Finn's far from out of the woods, and Clarke needs that moonshine." She pointed to the canisters the girl held.

     Octavia pursed her lips, but she nodded. "Okay."

     Sawyer nodded in return, shoving the tent flap aside to emerge back into the storm. Both of them forced themselves to stay on their feet as they headed in the direction of the dropship. The hatch remained open, letting all of the delinquents crowd inside for their own safety. The only sturdy structure they had access to aside from the caves dozens of yards away.

     When they rushed inside, the right side of the lowest level was packed with the teenagers, while the left was cleared with only Finn laid on a table. Unconscious with the knife still stuck out of his chest.

     Sawyer scanned the room to where Clarke stood, right next to where Raven set up the radio to hopefully contact the Ark. They were in desperate need of medical advice from Clarke's mother, the Ark doctor Abby Griffin. She and Octavia moved over to her with their supplies.

     Clarke sighed at the sight and took one of the canisters from the Blake girl. "Great." She twisted off the lid to smell the contents, forcing her to grimace. "Ugh. Monty's moonshine?"

     Octavia shrugged and set the other canister down next to the Finn's table. "Pretty sure no germ could survive it."

     When the wind began howl louder and the parachute smacked the side of the dropship, Sawyer looked to where the entrance and saw the rain fall harder and faster. Leaves and twigs were blown into the level and settled on the floor. "Storm's getting pretty bad. I think it's time we seal up," she stated, before she called out, "Monroe, close the door."

     Monroe, who stood next to lever beside the open hatch, turned to her with furrowed brows. "But we still have people out there."

     Clarke looked at her in confusion, so Octavia clarified. "Monty and Jasper still aren't back yet. Neither is Bellamy."

     Sawyer sighed. "It's fine. They'll ride it out in a cave or something."

     Right then, Raven appeared at their side and held up a hand with something between her fingers. "One stitching needle."

     "Great, I still need something to close the wound," Clarke said and took the think piece of metal.

     "There's some wire on the second level," Octavia stated, drawing their gazes. "I used it for the tents."

     "Alright, go get it," Sawyer told her.

     Octavia nodded and made her way over to the central ladder.

     "Stay away from the blue wires that run through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells on the roof," Raven called out, raising her voice to emphasize her words. "That means they're hot! You got that?"

     Octavia stopped from where she started to climb. "Yeah, I got that."

     Raven then turned her stare to Clarke and said, "tell me you can do this."

     Clarke stayed silent.

     Sawyer hoped that she could. No one else there had any medical knowledge. If something were to happen and Clarke could not do anything about it, Finn would die.

     "Hey! They're back!"

     Sawyer paused her process of taking out the items she packed and looked to the entrance. Bellamy strode passed the billowing parachute and alerted everyone to his arrival.

     "Bellamy!" Octavia exclaimed at the sight of her brother, jumping down from the ladder to approach him. Before she got the chance, Monty and Jasper entered behind him with a body between them. They moved further into the level, dropping the body to the floor. The blindfolded and unconscious form of the Grounder they encountered earlier. Octavia's eyes widened. "The hell are you doing?"

     Sawyer's blood began to boil at the sight of the man. "Yeah, Blake. What the hell do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed as she stepped up to girl's side.

     Bellamy's expression remained void and told them, "it's time to get some answers."

     "Oh, you mean revenge?" Octavia countered.

     "I mean intel," Bellamy clarified with his eyes narrowed toward his sister. He glanced to some of the other boys he knew would follow his orders. "Get him upstairs."

     Sawyer held up her hand and intercepted their path. "Oh, I don't think so. We are not kidnapping and torturing someone."

     Bellamy snapped to her. "We're not. I am. If you don't want involved, stay out of the way," he stressed, before he gestured to the boys. "Go."

     "Bellamy, she's right," Clarke added when she moved next to the Wesley girl.

     Bellamy started to retort, but he froze at the sound of static that crackled through the Raven's radio.

     "Clarke, okay we're ready. Can you hear me?" the voice of Abby Griffin filled the level.

     Clarke followed his gaze to the electronics set on a far table. Her features hardened a bit, seemingly bothered by her mother.

     Sawyer figured she was, but they had other issues at hand. She ignored it for the time being and kept her stare on the eldest Blake. "We're not like them, Bellamy."

     "Clarke?" Abby continued.

     Bellamy shook off the shock of hearing the radio and returned his gaze to her. "We are now." He moved around the girls to follow the boys and the Grounder to the upper levels.

     Sawyer growled after him. "You can do this alone, Blake." She whirled to the rest of the delinquents and shouted, "if anyone, and I mean anyone, helps him with the Grounder, they're out on their ass just like John Murphy. Got it?"

     Everyone crowded in the dropship did not say a word or moved a muscle. Too afraid to incase Sawyer jumped the gun and put them out during the storm.

     _______

     Once Bellamy disappeared into the upper portion of the dropship with the Grounder and the hatch had been closed, Sawyer stifled her rage and shifted her energy into something more productive. Something that would keep her from strangling Bellamy Blake. She decided to help Clarke in any way she could to save Finn's life. Although, she figured she would not be of much assistance. Medical was not her expertise.

     "The blade is at a sharp, upward angle. Between his sixth and seventh rib," Clarke called to her mother from where she examined Finn's bare chest.

     "Okay, how deep?" Abby's voiced sounded, more distorted than before.

     "Well, I can't tell how deep it goes," Clarke stated.

     There was a beat of silence and Abby said, "that's alright – just don't remove the knife yet."

     Raven proceeded to pace next to the table Finn laid on, while Sawyer stood back with her arms crossed over her exposed tank top. Her jumpsuit had been soaked by the rain, forcing her to strip it and let it hang passed her waist to dry. She still needed the pants portion.

     Clarke grabbed one of the moonshine canisters and twisted off the lid to pour the contents on her hands. She then held it out to Raven, who was closest to her. "Hey. Here. Sterilize your hands."

     Raven took it, pulling off her palm gloves to repeat Clarke's actions. Before she did, she took a large gulp of the strong liquid. She handed the metallic canister to Sawyer.

     "Clarke, do you see..." Abby's voice cut out through static.

     Clarke whirled to the radio, not having heard what her mother said. "What?"

     In that moment, two boys started to shove each other close to where Clarke worked on Finn. The delinquents shouts and loud conversations echoed off the metal walls, amplifying the sound to drown out the radio.

     Sawyer whirled to them before Clarke got the chance to do so herself. "Hey, dumbasses! Get upstairs! Now!" she shouted, forcing everyone into action. They made their way to the ladder, vanishing into the second level to give them the quiet that they needed.

     "He feels a little warm," Clarke told her mother as she placed her hand on Finn's pale chest.

     At that, Raven rushed over to the boy's side.

     "That's alright. Fever sometimes accompanies a trauma," Abby said to her daughter. "Clarke, I need you to tell me if there is any fluid leaking from the wound."

     Clarke leaned down to look close at the knife still inside Finn. "Uh, no.

     Abby paused. "That's good. That's actually really good. You got lucky."

     Raven smiled and crouched to be eye-level with Finn. "Hear that? You're lucky."

     Sawyer shifted her gaze to where Clarke stood across the table. She noticed the Ark Princess's expression falter, drooping into a front as she watched the couple. If Finn was not minutes away from death, she would have threatened to kill him herself. Not only did he cheat on Raven and pit her against another girl for his attention, he hurt Clarke and got her hopes up when he knew he had another girl on the Ark.

     If the boy made it out of his current situation alive, Sawyer would let Finn know just how much of an asshole he really was.

     Sawyer cleared her throat and grabbed for the moonshine canister to pour the clear liquid on her hands. "Clarke, you wanna get this show on the road? I need to go send my foot up Bellamy's ass," she voiced to the Griffin girl.

     Clarke snapped out of her sullen mood and positioned herself next to where the knife stuck out of Finn's chest. Raven realized they were about to proceed with fixing her boyfriend and stood to move back from the table.

     "Okay, Clarke. Firm grip on the knife. You're gonna need to angle it upward to the left very slightly to the left as it exits the ribcage," Abby Griffin's voice sounded through the static, which grew louder as the storm raged on outside.

     "How very slightly?" Clarke asked with her hands ready to grab the weapon.

     "Three..." the radio sizzled and fell quiet for a moment. "Clarke?"

     Clarke's brows creased as she glanced toward the radio. "Wait, what was that? You dropped out."

     "Clarke, three millimeters, you got it?" Abby repeated when the signal came back.

     Clarke nodded. "Yeah, I got it." She stared at the knife for a few seconds, before she blew out a long breath. "Here it goes." She reached out and grabbed ahold of the handle with one hand, while the other rested on Finn's chest to steady herself.

     "Steady hand, Clarke," Abby tried to reassure her daughter. "You've eviscerated more procedures than this. Once that knife is out, the hard part is over."

     Sawyer could not help but marvel at Clarke in that moment. Not only could she hold her own against the delinquents criminals and the hardheaded Bellamy Blake, she also had extensive medical knowledge and stayed calm under pressure. Needless to say, Sawyer found it admirable and a bit attractive.

     Not the time to notice such things, but Sawyer tended to think of inappropriate topics when her emotions were all over the place.

     Right as Clarke went to pull the knife out, a loud bang sounded just outside the dropship. Sawyer figured it was a lightning strike.

     Clarke paused in her movements and then started again. "Alright, extracting now." She started to yank on the weapon.

     Sawyer's stare narrowed at Finn as Clarke continued to pull on the knife. The boy shifted some, but what really grabbed her attention was when his eyelids began to fluttered. "Oh, shit."

     Raven must have noticed the same thing. "He's waking up!"

     Sawyer rushed over to the boy with Raven. They leaned onto his body as Finn's eyes opened and released a loud groan.

     Clarke looked to the girls and exclaimed, "hold him still." She kept her hand on the knife's handle. "Finn, I'm gonna get that knife out of you, okay?"

     Finn did not answer, grunting and moaning from the thing inside his chest. He bucked on the table, making it near impossible for Clarke to take the thing out without killing him.

     Sawyer laid down on Finn's legs as he tried his hardest to get up and away from Clarke. "Finn, stay still," she grumbled out.

     "Finn, you can't move, you got it?" Clarke told him as she pulled on the knife. Her mother's voice came through the radio, but she ignored it and forced her attention to stay on the task at hand. "Hold still. I almost got it. Finn, hold still."

     Sawyer and Raven struggled to keep Finn on the table, but they managed enough for Clarke to get the knife halfway out of his chest. It almost came out until something smacked against the side of the dropship and tossed them all off their feet. Sawyer slipped on the ground, falling onto her back, while the table toppled over and Finn fell straight down. Raven ended up next to him, and Clarke ended up nowhere in sight.

     Sawyer pushed herself up, eyes widened when she saw several trees branches struck through the side of the wall. She glanced around to where Raven sat up and crawled over to Finn's side. Her gaze landed on the large cut down his chest, but the knife was no longer imbedded in his flesh. Sawyer climbed to her feet and looked over to where Clarke sat on the floor, a bit stunned by the hit.

     "Clarke! Clarke! What's happening? Clarke, can you hear us? Clarke?" Abby called out when she heard the bang and receive no answer from her daughter.

     Sawyer moved over to Clarke and held out her hand to pull her up on her feet. As they remained upright, her stare dropped to where the knife was held in the blonde's clasped hand. Sawyer let out a laugh and voiced to the worried woman on the Ark, "don't worry, Dr. Griffin. She got it out."

     _______

     With Finn fine and knife-free, Sawyer decided to head up to where Bellamy felt the need to hold a Grounder captive. Don't get her wrong, she did not like the nuclear war survivors in the slightest, but she kidnapping and torture were not something she condoned.

     Sawyer climbed up on the central ladder to the third level. The second housed almost the entirely of their camp, leaving little room for anyone to sit, let alone lay down for the night. She dismissed their concerns and complaints as she moved through to the close hatch above her head. Without knocking, she grabbed the handle and shoved it open to allow herself inside.

     Sawyer stepped off onto the floor and paused when she came face-to-face with one of her most trusted friends. Someone she did not expect to be on Bellamy's side. Miller stood next to the hatch, staring at her with a placid stare and seemingly unfazed by the murderous expression that morphed onto hers.

     "Miller, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sawyer exclaimed toward the boy.

     "Doing what needs to be done," Miller shot back.

     Sawyer tilted her head as she quirked a brow. "Did you not hear me when I said whoever helped with the Grounder was being kicked out on their ass? Are you calling my bluff? Because I can assure you, there won't be one."

     Miller's jaw clenched and pointed behind him. "They're killing us! That one's been watching us since we landed."

     "And?" Sawyer quipped. "We've invaded their land, and they have no idea who we are. Of course they're gonna watch us. Don't be so naïve and think we have claim to the Earth just because our ancestors lived here. That's what happened to the Americans, and look where they're at now." She shoved passed him and to where a man was strung at the far side of the level.

     At the sight, Sawyer saw red. The Grounder had both arms tied off at the wrist and secured to belts secured at the ceiling. His dark skin was covered in mud from being dragged through the forest, while blood blossomed from cuts across his face.

     Sawyer shifted her stare to where Bellamy stood a few feet away from the strange man. "You've really outdone yourself. He definitely hates us now."

     Bellamy scoffed and faced the girl. "Who cares? How's Finn?"

     "Well, he's not dead," Sawyer told him. "But do you know who will care, his people. How long do you think it'll take for them to come looking for him? And when they do, they'll kill us without hesitation."

     "Relax, Sawyer. No one saw us take him. He was chained up in that cave where we left him the whole time, and thanks to the storm, you couldn't see a soul on the way back," Bellamy stated and opened the leather bound journal in his hands. "In case you missed what Miller said, his people are already killing us." He handed it to her. "How many more of our people need to die before you realize we're fighting a war."

     Sawyer took the book and looked down at the off-white pages. Dark tally marks spanned from top to bottom. A hundred and two in total with ten of them crossed out. The exact number of delinquents, and how many they lost.

     Sawyer shook her head and lowered the journal. "This doesn't mean anything, and in case you missed it, we're not soldiers, Bellamy. We're not fighting a war. And even if we were, do you see him?" She pointed to the Grounder. "He's like – he's the soldier. And if the others are like him, we don't stand a chance."

     Bellamy pressed his lips together and nodded. "You're right. We don't – if we don't fight."

     Sawyer rolled her eyes, ignoring the banging on the hatch door. "Oh, my God. Bellamy, we're a bunch of thieves. Sure, some of us got locked up for assault and murder, but even they're not fighters. If the Grounders want to kill us, then we're as good as dead."

     "Hey! Open the door!" someone shouted from the lower level as the banging grew harder and louder.

     Sawyer turned to where Miller stood above the hatch, unmoving and uncaring about the sound. "Open that damn thing."

     Miller remained still until he gained a nod from Bellamy.

     Sawyer gaped at the boy as he leaned down and ripped open the hatch. Miller was so going to get his ass handed to him later.

     Clarke climbed through the floor and stepped off the ladder. Miller intercepted her path, forcing her to glare in his direction. "Get out of my way, Miller! Now!" The boy moved out of her way, although reluctant, and gave her the room to march over to the Grounder. She held up the knife that was imbedded in Finn's chest and exclaimed, "what's on this?"

     Sawyer looked to the blonde with furrowed brows. "What? What's going on, Clarke?"

     Clarke glanced away from the Grounder to the Wesley girl. "He poisoned the blade! All this time he knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did!" She whirled back to the man. "What is it? Is there an antidote?"

     "Clarke, he doesn't understand you," Octavia called out from where she entered the level.

     "The vials," Bellamy voiced as he turned to where various items seized from the Grounder's cave were deposited. He grabbed a metal tin and flipped the lid up to reveal several glass vials inside.

     Clarke snatched the tin from his hand to examine the contents. "You'd have to be stupid to have a poison around this long without an antidote." She held them up to where the strange man could see them and asked, "which one?"

     The Grounder eyed her, but he stayed silent.

     "Answer the question!" Bellamy shouted.

     The Grounder did not say a word.

     Octavia stepped up to her brother's side and pleaded with the man, "show us, please."

     "Which one?" Clarke pressed, but the Grounder refused to answer them. "Our friend is dying down there, and you can stop that!"

     Bellamy's features scrunched and stormed toward the man. "I'll get him to talk!" He raised his fist to send into the Grounder's face.

     Sawyer jumped at him, grabbing ahold of Bellamy's arm to stop him. "Oh, I don't think so." She ripped him backward and caused him to stumble over his feet.

     Bellamy righted himself, whirling to glare down at the slightly shorter girl. "He wants Finn to die! Can you not see that? Do you want him to live or not?"

     "Of course I do," Sawyer shot back, "but not when it includes torturing someone to do it."

     "It's the only chance we got," Bellamy countered. His expression hardened.

     Sawyer paused. Torture was not something she wanted to be a part of. But if the Grounder refused to say anything to help them, what else were they supposed to do? Let Finn die when the man knew of a way to save him? She would never forgive herself if she let that happen.

     She would also never be able to live with the fact that they tortured someone.

     Her silence must have come off as submission, prompting Octavia to step in. "Sawyer, even you said it yourself, this is not who we are! He was protecting me. He saved my life!"

     "Octavia, I'm not agreeing to anything," Sawyer told the girl in a stern tone.

     Bellamy huffed and shifted his attention to the Ark Princess. "We're talking about Finn's life," he stressed in an attempt to pull her to his side.

     Clarke stared at him for a beat. "Do it."

     "No!" Octavia shouted and tried to rush toward the Grounder, but Miller and a boy named Drew held her back. "Just tell us!"

     Sawyer's eyes went wide. "Clarke, seriously?"

     Clarke turned to her and asked, "what else are we supposed to do? Finn's dying, Sawyer."

     Sawyer did not know what to think or how to respond, something almost unheard of when it came her. They had no other options.

     While they spoke, Bellamy moved over to the Grounder and used a dropship knife to cut the shirt from his torso. He tossed the fabric aside, before he moved over to where straps remained on the wall from where many of the delinquents were held in place during the landing. He cut one off and wrapped it around his hand with the buckle still on the end.

     "Show us the antidote, or you'll wish you had," Bellamy ground out as he faced the Grounder.

     "Bellamy, no. Please," Octavia pleaded with her brother.

     Bellamy ignored her and raised the strap.

     Sawyer cringed, turning away right before the buckle came down onto the Grounder's chest. The man grunted from the strike. Sawyer expected him to scream or give a more explosive reaction, but he took the pain and kept his lips shut tight.

     "Please." Clarke ran over to the Grounder and knelt in front of him, spreading the vials out onto the floor.

     "Clarke," Sawyer called out to the Griffin girl when she forced herself to return her gaze that side of the room. She refused to look in the Grounder's direction and started for the blonde. "Clarke, come on."

     Clarke kept her stare on the injured man and begged, "which one's the antidote?"

     "Clarke." Bellamy stepped toward her with his arm lowered.

     "Just tell them," Octavia tried again to get the Grounder to give in, but he refused to utter a single syllable.

     Sawyer stopped right behind Clarke, raising a hand to set onto the girl's shoulder. "Clarke," she said in a quieter tone.

     Clarke sucked in a breath and shook her head, rising to her feet to move away from the Grounder. Sawyer followed after her, going against every nerve in her body that screamed at her to stop Bellamy. To grab that cut belt in his hand and send it across his own chest. Sawyer did everything in her power to keep her people from being something they were not, and Bellamy changed that the moment he stowed away in their dropship.

     Bellamy waited until both girls were out of the way, before he brought the strap down onto the Grounder again. And again.

     Sawyer flinched each and every time. It took a lot to get under her skin, and not much on the Ark ever could. But after just a week or two on Earth, she found herself unnerved and disgusted to the point of wanting to vomit.

     "Enough!" Octavia shrieked as she ripped herself out of Miller and Drew's grip.

     Raven's voice floated up from the lowest level, something about Finn, and prompted Clarke to jump into overdrive.

     "We're running out of time," Clarke exclaimed and rushed back over to the Grounder. "Which one? Which one is it? If you tell us they'll stop! Please, tell us which one is the antidote and they'll stop this!"

     Bellamy let his arm fall to his side with the strap still wrapped around his hand. The buckled hung low, dripping in the Grounder's blood. "If that doesn't work, maybe this will." He tossed the cut belt aside and grabbed a sharpened blade from a container nearby.

     Sawyer stomach lurched. "Oh, no, no, no." She ran over to where Bellamy faced the Grounder and placed herself between them. "We were already out of line before, but this is beyond anything I'm comfortable with."

     Bellamy's expression fell into one of either disappointment or distress. "Sawyer, you and Clarke don't have to be here for this."

     "I'm not letting you do this, period," Sawyer told him. Her eyes aflame.

     Bellamy sighed, before his stare shifted behind her.

     Sawyer failed to notice the slight nod, but she understood gesture when arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her backward. "Hey! Get the hell off me!" she shouted, fighting against whoever brought it upon themselves to touch her. She whirled to the side, finding her once best friend to be the one who grabbed her.

     Clarke stood her ground, watching Bellamy approach the Grounder with the blade in hand. He raised it up, aiming at the man's, and then stabbed it through his palm. The Grounder screamed, although muffled by his own attempts to stay silent. Blood erupted from the wound, pooling on the floor beneath him.

     Sawyer managed to spin in Miller's arms and clasp her hand into a fist, sending it right into his jaw. Miller stumbled back and released her to grab for his mouth.

     Just then, another person entered the level. "What's taking so long?" Raven questioned as she rushed to where Clarke stood. "He stopped breathing."

     Sawyer and Clarke snapped to her with wide eyes. "What?"

     "He started again, but next time he might not," Raven stated.

     Sawyer huffed, making her way toward the girls. "He's not gonna tell us anything, Raven," she said and pointed to the Grounder. "And honestly, I wouldn't either." Raven blinked and went to say something, but Sawyer continued on. "Torture isn't the way to get answers. If he hasn't said anything by now, he's not going to."

     "Wanna bet?" Raven spun on her heel and stormed over to where a panel was pried off the wall.

     Bellamy looked to her with furrowed brows. "What are you doing?"

     Raven grabbed the blue wires that were inside the space and yanked them free to produce sparks on the ends. "Showing him something new."

     The Grounder shuffled away from her, but he could not get far because of the strap tied to his wrists that held him in place.

     "Raven, no!" Sawyer shouted in the hopes that she could bring some sense into the girl.

     Raven blatantly ignored the warning and lifted the wires to touch the Grounder's torso. He jolted as the electricity coursed through his body. "Which one is it? Come on!" she cried. When she gained no answer, she did it again and caused the Grounder's back to arch. "He's all I have!"

     "No!" Octavia raced forward.

     Raven pulled back and lowered the wires. "He's letting Finn die!"

     Octavia stared at the Reyes girl, before she scanned the floor around her. When she found what she was looking for, she swiped the knife Clarke discarded sometime in the chaos and set it against her forearm. The same knife the Grounder stabbed into Finn's chest.

     "Octavia, no!" Bellamy yelled.

     Octavia sliced the poisoned blade through her skin. "He won't let me die." She approached the Grounder and dropped in front of the various vials still on the floor.

     "Octavia," Bellamy stepped forward and tried to get her attention.

     Sawyer intercepted his path, bringing him to shifted his gaze to her. "Don't."

     Bellamy went to protest until his sister started to get somewhere with the Grounder.

     "This one?" Octavia questioned as she pointed the knife in her hand at one of the vials. The Grounder shook his head. "Come on!" She picked up another filled with a orange-tinted liquid. It had barely been lifted in the air, before the Grounder nodded. Octavia turned to where Clarke rushed to her side and gave the blonde the vial.

     "Thank you," Clarke said, pivoting on her heel to disappear down into the dropship with Raven trailing behind.

     Octavia climbed to her feet and started after them. Bellamy tried to reach for her, but she recoiled. "Don't touch me," she hissed through gritted teeth.

     Sawyer looked to see Bellamy's head dip at his sister's rejection. After the last several minutes, she could not bring herself to feel bad for him. Not in the slightest. She stomped passed him and shifted her gaze to where Miller glared toward her with a dark bruise blooming on his jawline.

     With her anger at an all-time high, she huffed and sent the boy a mocking smile. "I hope this little – charade was worth it. As soon as the storm passes, I don't want to see your face around here everagain," she told him, before she stepped onto the ladder and descended to the lowest level.

<August 15, 2019>

I wonder what Self-righteous Season 6 Raven thinks about Season 1 Raven. I mean, so much for that whole "I've never done anything wrong" mentality.

Don't forget to vote and comment.

-Jordan

P.S. Unedited chapter.