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★ ₊˚.  ❪ electromagnetic pulse ❫
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( tw | torture with the use of medical tools , attempted self harm/suicide , blood , harm , evil mind controlled john murphy, read with caution,
please and thank you. )

"CLARKE..."

Hadn't gotten very far with Anakins limp body, before those under ALIES control had stopped her, Bellamy and King Roan — the king had been shot, leaving him behind as the others had been blindfolded, taken to the top floor of the tower where they were then tied up. Bellamy to the post, and Clarke and Anakin elsewhere, out of Bellamy's sight.

"Bellamy." John Murphy stepped forward, Octavia being dragged beside him. He would have little idea of what he was doing, as he was so far deep under the control of ALIE, he had no choice but to just more the way he told her. "Listen, where is Daisy?"

Bellamy shook his head, a frown on his face as he started to worry about his younger sister and the missing child. "Murphy, why'd you take the chip?" Bellamy tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Where is Daisy?" John Murphy looked down at Octavia, pulling her hair to the point Bellamy could see her wince as she cried out in pain. "Tell me, or she gets the beating others are aching to give."

Knowing his sister could handle her own better, and didn't need his saving right away, Bellamy tried to glance for Anakin and Clarke, who he couldn't see despite his efforts. "No. I can't tell you, I don't know."

John nodded and pulled Octavia up, pressing her body against the stand that those who disobeyed the commander were tortured on. He buckled her body in, and moved around the room, bring Clarke with him as he did so.

"This is how it's going to go, Clarke here is gonna press the scalpel into Bellamy's skin, or her mother dies." And just like that, Abby Griffin walked into the room and she was under the control of ALIE. "If Octavia doesn't give up where Daisy is, than Anakin over there is going to have his head bashed in, and then we'll find Daisy and there's no chance you'd be able to make someone a commander."

John handed Clarke the scalpel, who took it with trembling hands. She cried as she shook her head. "No, no."

Bellamy nodded at her. "You have too, Princess. Or we all die."

"Where is Daisy, Octavia?" John spoke as Clarke shakily dragged the scalpel across her boyfriend's skin, bring blood to the surface and having it drop down his skin.

Octavia looked away. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn't going to share it, the young girl needed to be kept safe, no matter what, or at least that was what she was thinking.

Clarke looks away from Bellamy, her eyes catching on her mother, who was tying a noose and throwing it over a railing. "Don't be afraid. It's not for you."

"No. Mom. Mom. Stop! Listen to me. I know you can hear me. Just stop!" Clarke pleaded but it didn't help her case, Abbigail Griffin continued to stand on crate and tighten the noose around her neck.

"Clarke, Clarke." John Murphy stepped in front of her, blocking her view of her mother. "Get Octavia to break, and then your mother will be fine."

Clarke whimpered as she turned towards Bellamy, who nodded at her and clenched his jaw. She stuck the scalpel into his shoulder, dragging it downwards, to the point she was worried he was loosing too much blood. "I'm sorry." She repeated over and over until she just blabbered it out as she continued to harm her boyfriend.

"Gonna share, O?" John smiled, tugging on the dark hair that had fallen from her braid previously. "Save your big brother?"

"Okay!" Octavia yelped as Bellamy screamed out when Clarke moved the scalpel into a way that cause him great pain. "We hid her in the drop ship, with Foxx."

Clarke dropped the bloody scalpel as she grabbed torn cloth that she used to pack his wounds. Her mother had stepped away from the crate, the noose hanging over the railing as it rocked in the air with no body near it now. John was fiddling with the flame in his hand, moving towards Anakin.

"We wanna take the chip!" Everlee burst into the room, Oslo, Pike, Indra, and Nathan Miller standing beside her. "We're done with the fighting."

John grinned as she moved away from Anakin, Abbigail stepping beside him as they walked towards the group that had entered the room. This gave Clarke the chance to attempt at taking the ties off of Bellamy, yet her fingers trembled as she tried.

Everlee gave John Murphy a small smile. "Can we hug before I lose myself forever?" John nodded and reached out, wrapping his arms around Everlee, before his body went limp as the reaper stick was pressed into his neck.

And the same to Abbagil Griffin.

"Me and Pike will barricaded the doors; you use the emp on Anakin." Oslo told the group before he And Pike stepped out of the throne room and started to gather things that they could use to barricade the doors, it was only a matter of time before those wanting to use the broken elevator found another way up.

Indra and Nathan started to tie up John and Abbigail, making sure there was no way they could see, or move their bodies from where they were bound with their backs against each other.

Everlee, the little scientist of the group, had used the electromagnetic pulse to fry what was in his head, and his body had gone still before she had cut and allowed what was left to drain from his body.

Anakin coughed as he blinked, body shifting before he leaned upwards and let out everything in his body. "Daisy?"

Everlee gave a small, reassuring smile. "Safe."

"We need you to become the commander." Clarke walked towards him, the flame now resting in her hand. "Please, Anakin."

"It's about time." He grumbled as he moved towards the thrown. When Clarke moved towards him he shot her a small glare. "This doesn't mean you're forgiven, Clarke Kom Skaikru. You are still wanted dead or alive."