Sorry for the long wait guys! I just started college and have been so busy. Four chapters left! 

Autumn felt a small, microscopic, weight lift off of her shoulders as she saw the mass amount willing to fight for her; for humans. David, Jade, Clarke, and Autumn had developed a system to see who was suitable to go out, and who was not.

First, they signed up with David and Jade. They had stolen a folding table from god knows where, and were manning it.

Once the person had it physically written down they were willing to lose their life for the cause (The Council's decision to add that last part was the last way to seek control they could conjure up.).

Next, they went through Clarke. She would first test there fighting ability, then she would show them each a few basic self-defense moves and then practice with them. More people than Autumn thought had managed to get Clarke's "battle ready" stamp of approval.

After Clarke, they would see Ezra for a physical test and finally Autumn for a powers test. Autumn was in charge of deciding which gifts would be useful. If they managed to pass all of the tests, they were in.

Once they were in, they'd spend the next two days constantly practicing self-defense and control over there gift. After that, they went out into the world. More than half of the total amount of residents signed up. They each gave different variations of answers as to why they were.

Most were doing it because they no longer wanted to hide in fear. Some, to Autumn's surprise, didn't believe humans should be killed by Kyra. That made her very happy.

The process of approving everyone was exhausting; physically and mentally.

It took an entire day to go through each and every person. Autumn had to look each one in the eye, knowing how strong the possibility of them not coming back was.

That killed her.

When the last person drug themselves out of the door, Autumn was relieved to finally be done with everything.

"Thank god!" Cade exclaimed. She had set up shop in Cade's office (in the back). He watched each person enter with narrow eyes and wouldn't turn towards his monitors until they left. "That was getting annoying."

"You didn't do anything," Autumn snorted, collecting some loose papers she had used to write down those who had passed.

"I let all of those people invade my personal space. That's something." He spun his chair around, eyes on one of the monitors as he began to type away. "There was a reason I hid in here for so long."

"I know I know, everyone's not as smart as you," Autumn said, jumping off the chair, scooping up her files, and heading towards the door.

"You said it, not me," Cade shrugged. Autumn grinned as she met up with Clarke, David, and Jade at the table. David and Jade were arguing over how to fold the table back up. David insisted on unlocking the hooks, Jade just wanted to "kick the damn thing closed".

"I have the list," Autumn said as she approached the group. David and Jade paused to listen in.

"How many made it past Terminator over here," David whispered behind a cupped hand, as if it would successfully keep Clarke from hearing him.

"Twenty Two." Autumn handed the list to Clarke. She skimmed through it.

"Are we included on that?" Jade wondered.

"You guys didn't go through all the tests," Clarke droned like a robot, returning the list to Autumn.

"Seriously?" Jade whined.

"Oh come on," David frowned. "I can still kick your butt." He gently punched Clarke's shoulder. She returned with a quick kick to his family jewels. David yelped, clutching onto Jade as he doubled over. Eventually, he slid onto his knees.

"Why!?"

"You deserved that," Jade bobbed her head. "Obviously you don't touch Clarke."

"I'm going to go turn this in before he says something stupid and gets hurt again," Autumn giggled, stepping around him.

"I'll do it!" Clarke shouted.

"No, it's fine. I got it." Autumn offered as Clarke stepped over David.

"I'll do it," Clarke snatched the papers from Autumn. She glanced over her shoulder at David before storming off; proud smirk on her lips

"I've never seen someone so angry in my life," Jade shook her head. David tugged on Jade's shirt like a child, attempting to stand. She shoved him off of her. "I'm not helping you up."

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Autumn said after laughing so hard her side hurt.

"Mhm," Jade quickly responded, rushing to the table. Autumn waited for her to explain herself, when she didn't Autumn gave up and decided to head to Tate's room.

She hadn't seen him all day. He was on bedrest and was not happy about it.

Autumn never had two emotions conflict as much as they were now. She was so unbelievably happy that she had managed to convince enough people to join her; she started something. Then again, she was terrified. Their blood was on her hands, and she was afraid she'd never be able to wash it off.

With that insane guilt eating her up from the inside, she was unsure if she should pull the plug on everything.

She needed Tate.

Reaching his room, she opened the door.

"Tate!" She gasped, rushing forward and crashing beside him. He was lying on his stomach, cheek pressed against the ground. The second she set her hand against his back, he jolted awake. "What happened? Are you alright?" Tate sucked in a very shaky breath, making it clear he was suffering. "Let's get you up."

Autumn grabbed onto Tate's arm. Resting a supportive hand on his back, she assisted him in sitting up. Tate groaned the entire time, whimpering once, before he leaned back against the island.

Tate was a mess.

Sweat beaded down his forehead. His hair was covered in it, the result being his hair clinging to his face. Autumn set the back of her hand against his forehead.

"You're burning up."

"I'm fine," Tate attempted to shoo her away. He tried to sit up straighter, hissing as he set his hands over his stomach.

"You're not fine," she responded. Tate's chest was rising and falling very quickly. He let out a series of hard coughs, wheezing afterwards as he struggled for air. Some blood flew from his mouth, staining his lips and chin.

Autumn grabbed a rag off the counter and wet it, returning to her spot on the ground.

"I'll go get Ezra."

"No," he tried to shake his head but didn't have the strength. "I'm fine. This is all a part of the healing." Autumn dabbed the spots of blood on his face.

Seeing Tate like this was the worst thing she'd ever experienced.

"We need-," he paused to moan in agony. "To talk."

"It can wait." Tate reached up, setting his hand on top of hers and lowering it.

"It can't."

"What's wrong?" She asked, fearful.

"When . . . we go to the station-"

"You're not going," Autumn argued. "Not like this."

"I am," he fought back. "But you're not."

"What?" It felt like he'd snapped her heart in two with those three words.

"It's too dangerous. One of the residents whose training to take over Clarke and I's job," he coughed. "Is taking you to your parents."

"No no no!" Autumn shouted. "I'm not letting my friends fight my battle without me."

"It's not your battle," his voice was faint. "It's ours, you were just the inspiration." Autumn's eyes were brimmed with tears.

"You can't," she struggled to get the worlds out. He slid his nearly dead hand across the ground, resting it on top of hers and squeezing it.

"Tomorrow night, you leave."

"You," her voice seemed to get caught in her throat, "You can't make me."

"I can, and I am, Autumn. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And what if something happens to you?" She ripped her hand from his. "You're just expecting me to sit around and spend the rest of my life miserable. If something happened to any of you and I wasn't there to try to stop it . . ." She began to cry.

"Autumn," he tried to reach out to her but she swatted him away. Tate took in a deep breath, fighting back all the pain, as he forced Autumn against him.

She lay her head against his chest, and he rested his chin on her head. And he comforted her as she sobbed.

Autumn knew two things:

First, that he was right.

And second, Kyra would do anything she could to kill him.