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( tw | blood , torture , self harm )

" GAH ... ! "

Anakin blinks away the grogginess and thrashes around in the ties that have been wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He can feel the blood that's dries against his face, it's his own, he knows that someone had punched him when he couldn't fight back; his sisters voice screams at him in the back of his head, weak.

"Woah! He's awake!" Someone shouts as they step away from Anakin, fear and shock across their face.

Anakin thrashes more, one of the restraints on his wrist starts to loosen. That's when Bellamy steps into action, helping the people around him tie the restraints tighter. "Tie him tighter! Last thing we need is this bastard escaping because one of you screwed up." He turns towards his sister who tries to take a step forward. "Octavia, get out of here!"

Octavia sees both grounders tied up and is horrified. Both of them are bloodied, injured, armour is stripped from their bodies. "I told you, they were protecting me. You didn't have to do this."

Bellamy shakes his head and Anakin can only watch as he fumes. "This isn't about you, I'm doing this for all of us."

Octavia whirls her body around, pointing at Anakin who's awake and blinking at her. She's motioning to the bruises and blood — she assumes the blood is actually dirt and grime because of its colour — that cover his face. "You did that for all of us?"

"I did that for Finn and Jasper, John, Diggs and Roma." He starts to list of the people that have been killed or injured by the grounders.

Octavia shakes her head. "It wasn't them!"

But she's wrong. Anakin had killed some of their people, he had set some of the traps, he is responsible for their deaths just as much as anyone else.

Bellamy stands taller than his sister. He frowns, because truly, he's doing this for his sister. He can't understand why she doesn't see that. "You don't know that! We need to know what we're up again. How many there are and why they're killing us. And he's gonna tell us right now."

"No, Bellamy, please!" Octavia shouts, she starts to step towards the grounders, as if he would take the hint.

Bellamy doesn't. He doesn't take the hint and turns towards his two followers. "Drew, Miller, take her downstairs."

Drew and Miller grab Octavia but she wrestles free. This time is Lincoln who starts to thrash at the sight of them holding the girl.

"Get — get off of me! I don't even think they speaks english, neither will understand you." Octavia lies for them both, knowing that they both speak and understand english. She makes her way down the ladder, sending the two one last look.

Bellamy steps towards them, "Oh, I think they will."

Anakin and Lincoln are trained warriors, they have learnt whatever english that was carried down from those who came before them. They know what Bellamy is saying, only they know that they need to pretend not too.

Bellamy starts to pace around the small area, his arms crossed over his chest. The dropship, his home, had been rattled around by what he assumed was grounders, hence why he looked over his shoulder at the person who climbed up the later, "What the hell was that? We under attack or not?"

Of the delinquents, who's name hasn't been revealed to the grounders, turns towards Bellamy once he's standing up and away from the ladder. "Storm damage, we're ok."

Bellamy Blake steps forward and looks towards Anakin, the skinnier one out of the two. He believes that he'll be easier to break. "We're gonna try this one last time. What's your name and his? Where's your camp? How many of you are there?"

Neither grounders answer. Lincoln sends Anakin the smallest glance, silently telling him to show no signs of understanding them. Anakin would have done that anyways, although he's full of rage because he knows none of this would have happened if Lincoln didn't have him help kidnap Octavia. If Lincoln had just listened to him and never touched her and brought her to the cave.

"Hey, check it out." The kid crouched yells towards his friend, or more so leader. He's holding a bunch of vials full of things. They're Lincolns. "What is all this stuff?"

Bellamy shrugs as he moves away and grabs ahold of the journal that lays across the floor. "Who the hell knows with these people?"

It's Lincoln who starts to struggle against his bounds. It doesn't work, and only causes the burns against his wrist and ankles to heat up.

Bellamy smirks. "Looks like we found something he doesn't want us to see, Miller."

Anakin tilts his head at the leader of Skikru. ( Sky people ) He doesn't seem all that smart and skilled in war, he doesn't know what his actions will cause. And not to mention the fact that he's taking things that isn't his — like Lincoln's book full of sketches, or Anakins dagger gifted to him by Lexa.

"It's our camp. Guessing that all those marks add up to 102. 10 are crossed out. That's how many people we've lost." Bellamy turns towards Lincoln now, he knows it doesn't belong to the scrawny shaggy haired grounder, "You've been watching us ever since we got here!"

Anakin and Lincoln have been watching them since the second the doors to their ship opened. They were the invaders in this situation, they were the ones in the wrong, not the grounders.

" NOW ... ! "

Clarke, a golden blond teenager with blood covering her hands, pushes her way through the ground of boys who think they have what it takes to stop an angry girl. She pushes them out of the way and stops in-front of both Anakin and Lincoln. "What's on this?" She holds Lincoln's dagger that both grounders know is laced with poison.

Bellamy tilts his head, confusion across his face. "What are you talking about?"

Clarke whirls around to face Bellamy, her eyes narrowed in anger. "One of them poisoned the blade! All this time they knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did! What is it?! Is there an antidote?"

"Clarke, neither understand you." Octavia states as she steps towards the blond girl, her arms crossed against her chest. She lies for them once again, and if anyone has taught Anakin something; it's that the world isn't free and that he'll have to pay back the debt one day.

Clarke huffs and looks between the two grounders. "You'd have to stupid to have a poison around this long with an antidote. Which one?"

When neither say a word, Bellamy is quick to step towards them and yell, "Answer the question!"

Octavia, Bellamy and Clarke continue to yell at each other and at the two grounders. It's a back and forth of words no one really hears because they talk over one and other, and it's just a mix of jumbled things to the grounders. They don't understand it all.

Bellamy uses a knife, the one he's forged from the metal of the drop ship, to rip both grounders shirts down the middle. Anakin torso is decorated with more scars than Lincoln, yet Lincoln holds more muscle than Anakin. 

Anakin knows the Bellamy is going to whip him with the thing in his hand. He just has to focus, think of something else, he can't show them that it hurts.

"Show us the antidote or you both wish you had." Bellamy says cockily, he believes that they will talk. To him, it's talk or die.

"Bellamy, no, please." Octavia pleads with her brother, her big doe eyes glossing over with tears. She has to save them, because despite them kidnapping her, they saved her from someone else who wouldn't have wasted a second.

Bellamy whips Lincoln with the torn seatbelt, the metal clip cutting into his darker skin quickly. It leaves small trails of blood, one's that will dry against his skin and eventually heal. None are deep enough to be worried about.

It's when Lincoln started to just blank, showing no signs that the form of torture was affecting him, that Bellamy moved over towards Anakin. Anakin smirked, tilting his head as if he was telling the guy in front of him to challenge him.

"You gonna talk?" Bellamy asked, wrapping the seatbelt around his palm so he had a better grip. He took a step forward, face to face with the shaggy haired grounder.

Anakin smashed his head into Bellamys, a smirk still resting on his lips. Fuelled by what Anakin had just done, Bellamy whirls the seatbelt with whatever strength he has.

Anakin flinched, the pain a little more than what he had been expecting. It's nothing he can handle, and now that he knows what's coming from the bloody nosed person, he doesn't flinch again.

"Enough!" Octavia exclaimed, waving his hands around as she glared at her brother. She doesn't want this to happen, but she can't stop it. 

"We're running out of time." Clarke says, she talking to herself, realizing that her friend will die if she can't get an answer out of one of them. "Which one? Which one is it? If you tell us they'll stop! Please, tell us which is the antidote and they'll stop this!"

Bellamy picks something up off the drop ship floor. It's long, dirty; it's a large nail that must have wiggled it's way from the wall. "If that doesn't work, maybe this will. Clarke, you don't have to be here for this."

Clarke glances at the nail, but she doesn't move from where she stands holding the vials. "I'm not leaving until I get that antidote."

"Last chance." Bellamy states as he looks between both grounders. Lincoln doesn't say anything, only glancing quickly towards Octavia. Anakin doesn't say anything either, glaring at Bellamy with fire filled eyes. — Its then in that moment when Bellamy decides who he's going to plunge the nail into. "Fine,"

And then Bellamy Blake drives the nail through Anakin's hand, watching as blood trickles down his open palm. A smirk had been resting in his face as he completed his action, only for it to disappear when Anakin doesn't give up which vial will save Finn.

"Tell us, dammit!"

Raven Reyes grabs some electrical wires from an exposed place in the wall. She holds them in her hands as the ends crackle. The noise is something new to Anakin, his eyes widening slightly at the new thing he's never been exposed too, but he doesn't back away.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy hesitantly takes a step way from Raven, not wanting to be anywhere near her as she holds the crackling electricity.

"Showing you something new." Raven states as presses one wire to the stomach of Lincoln, and then pressing the other to the stomach of Anakin. She feels a twist of guilt bubble in her chest as the grounders yelp and flinch backwards as electricity flows through them. "Which one is it? Come on!"

Anakin lets out a yell as the lights flicker, the feeling of electricity flowing through his body. He can feel the burn growing on his stomach where the wires touch his bruised and bartered skin.

Raven pulls the wires away, "He's all I have!" And then she pressed them to the grounders skin once again, shocking both Anakin and Lincoln.

"Enough!" Octavia takes the knife that had been embedded in Finns chest, the one Clarke had dropped on the floor. She holds it in her hand, watching with tearful eyes as the two grounders are being tortured. She placed the tip against the inside of her arm, and she drags it downwards letting her blood drip onto the metal floor.

Bellamy looks towards his sister with wide terrified eyes, "Octavia, no!"

Octavia looks towards her brother, shes taking a leap of faith as blood trickles down her arm. Tears streaming down her cheeks, "He, they, won't let me die."

"Octavia." Bellamy warns, stepping towards his sister who takes a step back.

Octavia kneels on the floor, the vials scattered along the metal in front of her. She points to one with the knife, it's full of dried things. "This one?" Lincoln shakes his head. She turns towards Anakin, hoping that he will hint towards.

Anakin doesn't move, so she looks back towards Lincoln, who nods towards which vial she needs.

Octavia lifts the vial, "this one?"

Lincoln nods again and she hands the vial to Clarke, who rushes out of the room.