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" STOP ... "

Bellamy shouted as he tugged against the restraints aground his wrist. He was livid, having had to been tied up by someone he had stood next to once and had hugged only an hour after they had landed on the earth, having been so excited that he had grabbed her and held her after they chatted. "Marie, you bitch, how could you lead us all to our fucking graves."

Marie tugged the rope and brought Bellamy stumbling forward. She was sitting on her horse, Anakin ahead of her with Finn attached to the rope he held. She ignored his words, forcing him to move more quickly.

"Marie fucking Kane." Bellamy tugged his wrists, watching as the girl slid off her horse and slipped in the mud, landing on her knees. He let out a small cocky laugh, further angering the girl who stalked towards him.

"No one tried to save me, and I know you didn't send out a search party for me. You all probably thought I died and never bothered to look. You threw away my best friend like he was nothing, and when I got on my knees and begged for him, you didn't even spare me a chance." She threw her closed fist, landing a clean punch to his cheek. By now Anakin had stopped, and was watching as Marie threw a punch after punch until Bellamy fell to her knees. "Bellamy Blake, you helped make me this way."

Bellamy spit out blood, landing it right on her face. In this moment he didn't care about his sister, and how she would be if he died right now, he just cared about being a stubborn asshole. "Go float yourself."

Marie whipped out her sword from her holder, letting it rest against the side of Bellamy's neck. "Go float yourse—"

Anakin slid off his horse too, unleashing his own weapon as Marie stumbled and fell to the ground, her shoulder bleeding from a bullet wound, a gasp and gurgled scream in her throat. He stood in a stance, watching as the bushes swayed with whoever was hiding in them. He would fight till his body couldn't, and even then, he would still try.

"Stand down, we need a prisoner to gather information from." Someone shouted as they stepped through the bushes and instantly broke out into a look of confusion. "Bellamy Blake and Finn Collins?"

"Doctor Griffin?" Finn questioned as he tried to move away, only for Anakin to pull him towards his own body. He stumbled, letting out an oof as he did so, he wasn't ready to be pulled, having thought the tightness around his wrists would end and the ache in his legs would dull. "Don't shoot him!"

"You're in no authority to tell us who not to shoot," A guardsmen said as he stepped towards Anakin, his gun raised for the grounders forhead. "drop the sword, now."

"Skaikru," Anakin snarled and slashed his sword, preparing for a gunshot wound like many of his brothers and sisters had only a days time ago. When no gunshots ran out, his body straightened up when he realized the gun and hand of the man who was standing in front of him now mixed with the mud. "Who's next?"

Kane nodded, signaling for someone who had been hidden to shoot their gun, taking Anakin by surprise. The grounder lost his footing as he dropped his sword in shock. His dominant arm shook as his eyes widened. Without thinking, using his non shot arm he grasped one of his daggers and flicked it towards another guard, the one who shot him. He watched in triumph as the guard fell to his knees before his own body collapsed against the forest floor.

"Anakin, stop." Marie stood on shaky legs, blood still soaking her clothing as she clutched her shoulder. She and Anakin had the same wounds, both significantly bleeding and aching. "They'll kill you and then you'll never get what you want."

To be the commander.

Anakin did as Marie said. He could bring Skaikru down another day, with the help of his sister if he needed, which he would. Today, he would loose this battle to win the war.

"Marie, my baby?" Kane stepped forward and swung his gun around his shoulder. He raced forward, bringing her into his arms and ignoring the way his clothing soaked with her blood. "What happened, are you okay? Why do you look like this?"

Mud. Blood. Grime. Ash. Leaves tangled into her hair. Rips in her clothing.

"She's one of them, sir." Bellamy spoke as Abby freed him from his restraints. "Murdered her own to prove it."

Kane pulled away, disappointment clear on his face as he kept his daughter at arms length. "Is this true?"

Marie shared a look with Anakin. "Yes."

"Lock them up, now!" Kane commanded and stepped away from his daughter, choosing not to even look at her as he turned his back and focused on Bellamy and Finn.

" WHO ... "

Marcus Kane stepped into where Anakin and Marie were being held as prisoners. He kept his hands in front of his body, shoulders back and the chancellor pin on his jacket. He crouched in front of Anakin first. "Who are you?"

When Anakin didn't speak, just maintaining eye contact with the father of the girl beside him, Kane asked another question. "What do you want? Who's your leader? Why is your blood black, is it a genetic mutation?"

"He won't talk." Marie let out as she leaned back against the poll, eyeing a general who stood with her gun at the door. "He's been trained to withstand torture, and their methods are worse than anything you could think off, he won't share a detail."

Kane looked between the two. The way his daughter rested against the pole where she was tied up. The way the guards had taken the many metal weapons off of her body. The way he had seen the visible scars on her body when medical had stitched up her shoulder and gave her an injection to help fight any infection she may experience. Was the ground so hard on his baby girl that she had to switch sides and fight with the enemy?

"What happened to you, Mar?" Marcus shuffled and then sat across from his daughter, his legs crossed in front of him as he looked at her. "What happened, baby?"

"Don't." Marie snapped, her anger at the word baby and the fact that he was sitting across from her like hadn't sent her to die perviously. "Don't call me that."

Kane breathed out a puff of air. "I'm sorry. But right now, they're voting on your lives. If you give me something, anything, than I can help your case. I can save you, you both."

Marie kept her lips shut, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. What was there to give? Did he want a play by play of what had happened each and every day on earth? Or did he want to know how she had been taken from her home with Clarke, forced to become the second to someone who murdered for what she thought was fun, and or would have died if she didn't comply.

"Chancellor Kane, Bellamy Blake has been cleared from medical, he and Finn Collins would like to speak with you about going to the dropship." The guard who stood at the door spoke, stepping back into the room as he did so.

Kane stood and dusted off his pants. "We can talk later, Marie." When he stepped outside of where he was keeping them, he came face to face with Bellamy, who he looked at and then pointed towards where he could see his daughter through the glass. "What happened to her."

"You sent her to die, sir. It was become a monster or die on the ground. We've all done things we aren't proud off."

Finn shook his head. "She's his second, she'll do whatever she can now to prove she's one of them, even if it had meant leading us all to our deaths. But can you blame her? On the ground it's do or die, and she wants to live. In order to survive, she had to prove her worth, and she has."