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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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Edge of Exile

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summary : this is pretty short compared to what I have in mind for the next chapters. Just some background before I get the story rolling.

The scream died in her throat as y/n jerked awake, heart pounding. The remnants of the nightmare still clung to her - the acrid smell of burning flesh, the anguished cries she released as her mother stopped breathing, the way they dragged her out of the room. She pressed a palm against her forehead, taking deep breaths to chase the images away.

It had been six years since she lost her mother, but it may as well have been last night. The nightmares never let her forget. She saw it vividly every time she closed her eyes – the operation table, the look on Abby Griffins face when all attempts to save her mother’s life failed. And her mother - her brave, stubborn mother - running back into the inferno to help others, never to return.

Y/n rose unsteadily to her feet in the cramped cell, the sound of her footsteps filling the room around her. She splashed icy water on her face from the basin, then reached under her mattress for the tattered notebook. Her fingers trembled slightly over the pages as they traced the faces - her mother's kind eyes, her best friends’ smiles.

The cold vastness of space only seemed to amplify her aching loneliness. Y/n was used to being alone, staying alert, not allowing anyone in. It was the only way to survive now.

This prison cell had been her home for the past year after she was incarcerated. Like all the prisoners aboard this dying relic, she was kept in prison station, locked away from the rest of society, labeled as a danger to herself and the citizens of the ark.

She inhaled a shuddering breath and carefully returned the notebook to its hiding place. There was another long haul to get through today. She couldn't afford to dwell on the past. The ghosts would need to wait - at least until she slept again.

A chime sounded, signaling the prisoners that it was time for breakfast. Y/n took a deep breath and steeled herself. She had survived a year in this floating tomb; she could survive another day. Keep your head down, don't cause trouble, watch your back - that was the only way.

She paused, struck by the silence. The usual morning clatter of prisoners being escorted to the eating hall was absent. She peered out into the corridor - the cells were empty. The entire block, once filled with over a hundred prisoners, was now a ghost town.

Unease crept over her. Just a week ago, these halls rang out with activity. Where had everyone gone? Her friends - Harper and Miller - had been in the cells nearby just day’s before. Now all of them had vanished.

Rumors of mass executions had spread through the cell blocks in recent days. Resources on the dying Ark were scarce, and the leadership was becoming more ruthless. But she had never believed it would actually happen to them.

Harper's 18th birthday was just a few days away. She had seen it happen to so many others before, and now it seemed like it was Harper's turn. In the society they lived in, turning 18 meant one thing - being floated.

Had her friends been marched to their deaths in the middle of the night? Where had the guards taken them? And more urgently - would she be next?

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The loss of her mother sent y/n into a downward spiral. She became angry and reckless, no longer caring about the consequences of her actions. Her mother had been her rock, and now she was adrift.

She was left under the watchful eye of her uncle, Kane. He was one of the Council members who maintained draconian order on the Ark. y/n saw him as part of the same corrupt system that floated her father for treason.

She had overheard Clarke and Wells discussing how her father had discovered the Ark was running out of air and wanted to inform the citizens. The Council's answer had been to silence him - permanently. He was given a treason charge and floated. Y/n’s uncle being one of the few who did not vote against this decision.

After Jake Griffin’s death, she decided it was time to pick up where he left off. Enough waiting silently in the shadows. She rallied a group from Factory Station, using her uncle's connections to gain access to Council events. Spent hours strategizing and devising a plan to confront the chancellor about the dwindling resources and oxygen.

The day of the Council meeting arrived, and y/n and her followers had knocked out enough guards to sneak into the council room. She marched in with the head guard, Commander Shumway, at knife point. The Council members stumbled over their words, trying to defend their actions. In the end, they confirmed that the Ark was running out of oxygen, but they were sneaky.

The Ark Guard burst through the doors. They had gotten word that the group was holding the Council hostage. Talia never expected them to act so quickly. The guards surrounded them, weapons drawn, ready to subdue them.

Her defiance only angered Kane further. He condemned her "rebellious theatrics" and soon had her locked away, floating the rest of the demonstrators. Charged with spreading false information, the murder of two guards and inciting rebellion.

The day the executions were carried out, y/n could only watch in helpless horror as her friends were floated one by one - launched out the airlock to their deaths. She should have been with them - was ready to die alongside them. But the Guards held her back.

Instead of execution, y/n was sentenced back to solitary confinement. At first, she didn't understand why she had been spared. It made no sense. She had led the uprising, held the Council hostage, exposed their lies. By all rights, she should have been the first to die.

Being left alive was its own special torture. wracked with guilt, replaying every moment in her mind. What if she had done something differently? What if she had turned herself in so the others could get away? She would never know now. Their faces, full of fear yet resolute courage as they floated out into oblivion, haunted her.

The only explanation was her uncle. Kane's influence must have swayed the Council to stay her execution. But to what end? So she could rot in this cell, alone with her guilt and grief?

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Y/n sat silently in her cell, gazing up at the mural she had painted on the walls over the past year. The portrait depicted a man and woman standing resolute as flames engulfed the scene around them, the Ark crumbling into ashes amidst the inferno.

The burning ark symbolizes the destruction that can be caused by our negligence and disregard for the world around us.

She had just returned from the melancholy affair of breakfast - prisoners eating alone, guards eyeing them warily. The food stuck in her throat these days. Her friends should be here breaking stale rations with her, not lost to the void.

The slam of the cell door jarred Talia from her thoughts. She scrambled to her feet as guards entered behind her uncle, Kane. " Printer 124, Stand against the wall," they ordered gruffly, readying their shock batons.

Kane lifted a hand. "It's alright, let her be," he said. y/n slowly sank back down, watching Kane with wary eyes as he took in her mural. What did he want now? Surely not just to critique her art. The guards took up positions around the small cell standing at the doors.

"The Council has authorized me to make you a deal," Kane finally said as he clasped his hands behind his back. "About a week ago we sent some prisoners to the ground. 100 to be exact. We’ve communicated with them. There's talk of sending the exodus ship to the ground. They want you to go with the first group."

y/n’s eyes widened in surprise. Return to Earth, after all this time? Could the Council finally be desperate enough to take such a risk?

She hesitated, taking in his words. 100 prisoners to the ground the day of Harper and Millers disappearance. But if there was any possibility of life on the ground, she had to take it...for their sake.

Jaha's offer was simple - help repair the last three stations and once they reach Earth, her slate would be wiped clean, but they must be desperate if Kane was resorting to bargaining with me.

"And if I say no?" y/n challenged.

"Then you'll be floated with the rest of them," Kane said coldly.

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okmcintyre · 1 year

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“Welcome to Mount Weather."

Happy March folks! This time we're starting with the hundred's carefree 'Unity Day' festivities, and finish as they try to make their way back together in 'Many Happy Returns'

If you missed the details last month: @fen-ha-fuck-you has created a Discord Server for chatting about the eps, sharing creations & spazzing about how Clarke jumped off a literal waterfall. There’s also event reminders for rewatching and upcoming announcements on Live Watch-Alongs.

✨ DROP US A QUICK DM & WE’LL FORWARD Y'ALL THE DISCORD INFO TO JOIN IN ✨

No matter how you participate: excited to see everyone's rewatch content, liveblogs & discussions as we make our way through our second month of #the100rewatch

Tagging folks from last time & anyone wanting to be tagged in future updates, let us know! HAPPY WATCHING!! 💛

@sometimesrosy @togetherkru @jeanie205 @kizo2703 @ninappon @bellamyblake @immortalpramheda @bellaarke @frazzled-bi @tempestaurora @johnmurphysass @brightblakes @peggysousfan @astridandoddsandends @pendragaryen @earthlords @summerchat @poppykru @raven-komskaikru @otp-armada @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @izloveshorses @geekyogicheese @isweartobreathe @natassakar @waldensblog @oswinian @itsamepigalet @bellamyschin @hazmatilda @somewhatsunshiny @howl-kom-whitelotuskru @delicatebluebirdruins @hikarielizabethbloom @lona-v-lona

#the 100 #the100rewatch #the100rewatch2023 #omg I'm so excited for 1B #the dropship days #mount weather #the Delinquents #🌠#the100 #fandom event

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vmplvr1977 · 10 months

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Wicked Game Chapter 11 is posted!!! Read it here.

#clexa #f: wicked game #azgeda clarke au #klark kom azgeda #lexa kom trikru #heda leksa #wanheda #anya kom trikru #ontari kom azgeda #reivon kom sangedakru #kostia kom azgeda #mount weather #abby griffin #madi griffin #my moodboards #my fic updates #read on ao3

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belltaviasbff · 1 year

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in this post i would like to talk about mount weather bellamy and octavia

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #the 100 #t100 #best of the 100 #blakes #bellamy #bellamy blake #Octavia #octavia blake #mount weather #the 100 season 2 #belltavia

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oliverfrawgy · 1 year

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Don't you just love when the 100 fandom faults clarke for mount weather (eventhough she wasn't the only one who had a hand in pulling the lever) but finds it sooo easy to forgive Bellamy for killing the 300 grounders? /s

#she didn't even have much of a choice #they wouldve literally killed abby #bellamy could've just.... idk not done it #i don't hate him tbh #its just the fandom and the double standards when it comes to the blakes #the 100 #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #mount weather #anti bellamy blake #???#Octavia blake #abby griffin

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topazy · 2 years

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The fierce and broken

Parings: Raven Reyes x reader

Warnings: None

Chapter: 2.11

“John?”

Murphy stopped bouncing the ball in his hand against the wall and looked at you, “What?” He frowned, seeing the book in your hand. “Don’t tell me, it’s another question about some damn love story again.”

You let out a chuckle, “Well kinda.”

He rolls his eyes and starts bouncing the ball again, tutting. “What is it this time?”

“Do you think true love exists? Like the type of love they describe in books? The kinds where you’d kill or be killed for them. I can’t imagine it being real.”

“And you're asking me?” He scoffs. “How the hell would I know? The only person I tolerate is you.”

You chuckle at his words before returning your attention to the latest book you’d borrowed from the library. Your eyes skimmed over the pages as you thought about your own question. The truth was, aside from John, you couldn’t imagine caring about anyone who wasn’t your parents enough to risk your own life to save theirs.

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Your heart leaps in your chest the moment the chamber doors open. Bellamy. You knew he’d come back.

He rushed to your cage and unlocked it before helping you stand. He quickly turns to unlock Echo’s and says, “Listen to me. There's an army inside this room, and I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that? Good. Start with him.”

The other grounders start to rattle their cages in excitement as you start to unlock other cages, which makes it harder to hear what Bellamy is saying.

“There's an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here, and…”

He is cut off by a voice on the P.A. System. “My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all of our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It's kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we've had to do to survive. We've done these things for one reason... so that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.”

“He's making it public!”

“Before my friend Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the outsiders still roaming this mountain, she discovered a cure. It was in their bone marrow.”

You shake your head, this wasn't good. “Whatever your plan is, Bell, we better do it fast. We don’t have long before they come here.”

He nods in agreement and heads towards the doors again.

“Where are you going?” Echo asks.

“We need to find our people. You should get the rest of yours ready to fight. Once we’ve found ours, we will come back for you.”

The grounder looks stunned for a moment, then says, “Thank you!”

Bellamy looked back at her, “You free your people. Protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we're all outside.”

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You jumped at the sound of a gunshot. When Bellamy opened the door to the room, you were shocked to see a dead soldier lying on the ground with blood pooling around his head.

“We need to get everyone into the harvest chamber. You'll be safer there.”

“Will it be safe?” Jasper asks.

“Trust us, it’s safer than here.”

You shift uncomfortably when you feel eyes on you. You look down and remember why people would stare. The only thing covering your modesty was dirty and bloodied bandages. Maya sensed your uneasiness and took off her cardigan and gave it to you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

She gives you a kind smile before stepping back to stand beside her father. Her father looked proud that his daughter was being so kind. You wondered if your father would be proud of you and the things you’d done to survive.

“Let's go,” Bellamy says, clenching his jaw and turning to face the opposite end of the corridor before leading the way.

—

As you, Bellamy, Miller, Monty, Jasper, and Maya rushed towards the harvest chamber, your footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The tension was thick after Monty informed you that the mountain men knew about the grounders' army after hearing the plan over the radio.

You had been so preoccupied with trying to save your people in the mountains that you hadn’t stopped to think about the ones outside. Are they safe? Are they even alive?

You swallow down thickly, as it takes a moment for the panic to leave your system. You needed to prepare yourself for an answer you didn’t want to hear. “Did you speak to Raven? Before you came back for me?” Bellamy nods. “How was she?”

“Raven is going to do what she does best.”

You think for a second before a small smile plays on your lips, “She’s going to make something go boom.”

#the 100 #Raven Reyes x you #raven reyes x reader #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fandom #Echo the 100 #Bellamy Blake #the 100 season two #the fierce and broken #Raven Reyes #raven the 100 #mount weather #raven reyes/you #raven reyes/reader #John Murphy #the 100 rewrite

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kantimplora · 1 year

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#i have strong opinions about Murphy beating mount weather's ass easily #john murphy #the 100 #mount weather #the 100 season 2

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clexnation · 1 year

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herchoice · 2 years

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TEXT: “FATHER” BY THE FRONT BOTTOMS / IMAGE: THE 100 201 “THE 48” / TEXT: CLARKE GRIFFIN, THE 100 213 “RESURRECTION” / IMAGE: THE 100 216 “BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD PART TWO” / INSPIRATION.

#edit #analysis #dante #cage #/#mount weather

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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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Part 7

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The creak of your chair sounded through the tent as you leaned over, twisting your rings anxiously waiting for Jaha to appear on the screen. Clarke's voice broke through the quiet.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, her gaze lingering on your trembling hands. You forced a tight smile, at her question. Clarke was one of your closest friends, but you were too anxious to speak normally when your mother was going to be on the other side of the screen in minutes.

"I'm... I'm okay," you digressed trying to sound calm and collected. But even as you spoke, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your sliced hands.

They were shaking uncontrollably, a physical manifestation of the fear and anxiety that was consuming you. Clarke's brow furrowed with concern as she reached out to gently squeeze your shoulder.

“The grounder can’t hurt you anymore, you know,” she said softly. “Bellamy has guards up there watching at all times y/n. You’re safe now.”

You nodded, grateful for her words. Deep down you knew she would never understand what was really bothering you, but you smiled and thanked her for trying to be there.

Your mother was going to be on the other side of the screen in just a few minutes, and you needed to put on a brave face to appease her.

As the clock ticked down, your anxiety only grew stronger. You fidgeted in your seat, your mind racing with all the possible outcomes of this call. Just then, the screen flickered to life, the council room coming into view.

"Chancellor Jaha," you spoke into the crackling static, "Are we ready to start?" There was a brief pause before Jaha's voice filled the airwaves.

"I'm sorry for the delay," he said, his words heavy with implication, "we’re ready to begin the council meeting."

You and Clarke sat side by side, both staring at the screen in front of you. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you as you saw your mother's stern face and blonde hair.

Memories of the countless times she had put you down and made you feel like nothing came rushing back. Before you could spiral into your thoughts, Clarke grabbed your hand out of view of the screen.

“Tell me about the Grounder. Can he provide any insight on how to survive winter?” Jaha began.

…

As you walked out of the tent with Clarke, your mind was still reeling from the intense meeting with Jaha.

Once the call ended and your mother's face disappeared from the screen, you let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. Clarke headed off to find Dax to inform him that it was his turn to speak to the Ark.

Feeling a sense of relief that Clarke would be taking on some of the burden, you made your way back to the dropship. Slipping between some of the delinquents walking, you entered the tin can, met with a heated argument between Octavia and Bellamy.

You almost walked out when Bellamy sent you a deadly glare. “What do you want?” he growled, clearly not in the mood for your presence. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't falling apart without me," you said innocently, knowing it would only irritate him more as you attempted to lighten the mood.

“You're such a pain,” Bellamy growled, he let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Everything is not okay and you're not helping. Why are you even here?”

As he ranted, you couldn't help but smile at his annoyance. It was almost comical how worked up he was getting over the situation. And you couldn't resist the urge to egg him on.

"As much as I would like to hear about it, that's not why I'm here," you said, your voice low and husky, the words laced with a hint of mischief.

'Stop smiling, Y/N,' he snapped, his eyes narrowing at you. "What do you want then?" You met his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer. His musk fills your nose. "The Ark found a supply depot not too far from here," you explained, your voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

A flicker of interest crossed Bellamy's features as he straightened up, his eyes alight with anticipation. "What kind of supplies?" he asked, his voice betraying his eagerness.

With a knowing smile, you took a step closer, the space between you narrowing as the air seemed to crackle with electricity. "The kind that might give us a chance to live through winter," you replied, "I'm gonna go check it out. I could use backup."

Bellamy's gaze lingered on yours, an amused expression crossed his face as he considered your request. "Why are you asking me?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, a playful glint in your eyes as the heat of his body tantalizingly close to yours. "Well, because right now, I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like," you admitted.

The familiar flutter of excitement stirred in the pit of your stomach. There was something about the back-and-forth between you two that never failed to send a thrill coursing through your veins.

Bellamy's smirk widened as he looked down, a chuckle escaping him as he savored the playful banter between you.

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You take a deep breath as you enter the tent where Clarke, Finn, and Raven are gathered. Clarke looks up as you enter and gives you a small, tired smile.

“I’m almost ready y/n” she says, motioning for you to join them. You make your way over and slinging your pack over your shoulder.

Finn's face dropped at Clarkes words, "Wait. Where are you going?" he asked. You awkwardly shifted from foot to foot not knowing how to react to his sudden change in demeanor.

Clarke met his gaze with a reassuring smile, "It's a little assignment from the Ark," she explained. "It's nothing to worry about."

Finn's concern only seemed to deepen, "It's not safe out there," he insisted, becoming overly worried about Clarkes well-being. You knew Finn had feelings for Clarke, but his overprotectiveness was getting out of hand.

"Finn, Clarke is a big girl. She can take care of herself," Raven declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. You couldn't help but agree with Raven.

Bellamy's voice interrupts your thoughts as he pokes his head into the tent. “It's time to go,” he announces. You hug Raven goodbye, promising to help out with Finn as soon as you can, before following Bellamy and Clarke out into the woods.

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You treaded slowly behind Clarke and Bellamy. She had speculated it would be another 15 minutes before getting out of the woods. You realized that you had forgotten to eat breakfast, and your stomach grumbled in protest. You reached into your bag and pulled out a pack of jobi nuts, handing some to Bellamy and Clarke.

The three of you munched on the nuts, Clarke grumbled ahead of you, scouring the map in her hands, trying to figure out where the entrance to the supply depot was supposed to be.

"You know, the first dropship is gonna come down soon. Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever," she remarked, a playful glint in her eyes as she addressed Bellamy’s avoidance of Jaha.

Bellamy bristled at her words. "I can try."

But Clarke was undeterred, her gaze locking with his as she outlined their plan. "The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere. There's got to be a door. Maybe he'll be lenient," she suggested, her voice filled with hope.

He tensed visibly Infront of you, "Look. I shot the man, Clarke. He's not just gonna forgive and forget," he stressed, not wanting to speak anymore.

"Well, you know what they say," you quipped, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Shoot first, ask for forgiveness never. Classic Bellamy move." Bellamy's expression softened slightly at your playful jab, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Despite the gravity of the situation, your banter served as a welcome distraction, easing the tension that hung in the air like a heavy blanket.

With a nod of agreement, Bellamy relented, "Let's just split up, cover more ground. Stay withing shouting distance.” he conceded, amusement in his voice as he turned to resume their search.

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After what felt like hours, Clarke finally let out a triumphant cry. She had found the entrance. With renewed energy, you quickened your pace and ran back to the supply depot. Bellamy broke open the door, allowing you descend into the darkness first.

A wave of musty air washed over you, carrying with it the distinct scent of decay and neglect. The smell intensified as you walked deeper into the bunker, its pungent aroma assaulting your senses. You couldn't help but wrinkle your nose in disgust, the stench almost unbearable.

"Remind me never to complain about the smell of our camp again," you added with a grimace, trying to mask the smell with your sleeve.

Clarke let out a frustrated sigh as she followed behind you. "So much for living down here," she remarked frustratedly. "This place is disgusting. Damn it." You couldn't blame her for her frustration.

After all, the camp was going to run out of food by winter. The once sturdy and secure structure now seemed like a crumbling and forgotten relic.

"Aw, look guys, it's me," you joked, gesturing towards the skeleton with ragged clothing on the stairs, "this must be one hell of a place to die." Clarke rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at your dark humor, her eyes brightened as she made a discovery. "Hey, I found blankets."

Bellamy's response was less enthusiastic. 'Excited about a couple of blankets?' he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You joined in the search, hoping to find something useful. As you rummaged through a box, your hand brushed against something hard. You pulled it out and saw that it was a faded photograph of a family. It was a sad reminder of what this world used to be before it was destroyed.

Clarke noticed the photo and let out a sigh. "They must have distributed most of the supplies before the last bombs went off," Clarke said while she searched more containers and boxes, it became clear that there was nothing left.

"Anything left down here is ruined," Bellamy interrupted, his attention was drawn to a nearby drum, and with a swift kick, he sent it tumbling over, revealing a cache of guns spilled out onto the floor, eliciting surprise from everyone present.

“These change everything,” Bellamy grinned, “We don't have to be scared of the grounders anymore. With these guns, we can defend ourselves!” Clarke hesitates, but then nods in agreement.

“I don't like it, but you're right. We need to be prepared.”

Bellamy handed Clarke a gun, his movements purposeful as he demonstrated its use. "You need to know how to protect yourself." She was hesitant at first, but Bellamy assured her that it was just a precaution in case anything ever happened.

With a loud bang, the gun went off, and the target fell to the ground. You let out a small gasp, surprised at how loud it was. “I'm gonna go get some fresh air, don't wait up,” you called out to them, Clarke nodded, giving you a small smile before you headed up the stairs.

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The chill air wrapped around you like a comforting embrace as you walked out of the bunker. The sound of running water filled your ears. Curiosity takes over and you start walking towards the sound. The sound of water gets louder, and you soon come across a small stream, its gentle babbling drawing you closer.

You clumsily kneel beside the water's edge, cupping your hands as splashed your face, relishing in the cool, refreshing sensation as droplets of water danced across your skin.

As you opened your eyes, you were met with a startling sight - your mother's reflection staring back at you from the rippling surface of the stream. A scream tore from your throat as you recoiled in horror, leaning away from the water's edge.

For a moment, you froze, the world around you falling away as you locked eyes with the familiar visage staring back at you. Something is off about her reflection. Her eyes are dark and hollow, and her once warm smile is now twisted into a menacing grin. You try to look away, but you can't. The reflection seems to be drawing you in, luring you closer.

Despite the warning bells sounding in your head, you’re overcome with the sudden urge to touch the water, to reach out and touch your mother's reflection. The rhythmic thud echoing in your ears as your hand trembled as it hovered above the surface of the stream.

Your reflection pulls you into the water with icy fingers, the world around you seemed to shift and warp as you sunk into darkness.

The sensation of sinking was suffocating, the weight of the water pressing down on you like a crushing embrace. With each passing moment, you felt yourself slipping further and further into the abyss, the darkness swallowing you whole, your lungs burning with the need for air.

As if summoned by the depths of your despair, she appeared before you—Diana Sydney, her form twisted and distorted, her eyes black as coal and her grin a sinister mockery of love.

"Mom..." you whispered, eyes brimming with unwarranted tears, but her response was anything but comforting.

"Oh y/n, y/n, you were just a pawn in my game," she hissed, her voice a chilling echo in the darkness. "A means to an end." Her grin widened at the sight of your tears. "What I have done to you is nothing compared to what is to come," she warned, her voice dripping with malice.

"The darkness that awaits you on Earth will make what I have done to you seem like child's play."

Panic sets in as you try to remember how you got here. You were out searching with your friends, but you don't remember leaving the bunker. You try to call out for your Clarke, but your voice gets lost in the dark space.

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Startled from the dark depths of your trance by the sudden, sharp crack of a gunshot, you jolt upright, your senses reeling as you emerge from the depths of the stream.

Gasping for air, you blink away the remnants of your haunting vision, water drenching your clothes in your upright position.

Frantically, you scan your surroundings, eyes darting from shadow to shadow as you strain to determine the source of the ominous sound.

The moonlight illuminated a trail to the woods, and you feel a chill run down your spine as you realize that the sound came from that direction. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should follow the trail or run back home.

You start to run, calling out to Bellamy and Clarke. you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up from the deafening silence.

Gunshots ring out once more, closer this time realizing they were under attack. You break through the last of the branches just as Bellamy lunges for Dax.

Clarke crouches behind a tree, her hands shaking as she tries to reload her gun. You are frozen in shock, unable to move as you watch your friend being attacked. a paralyzing shock grips you, rendering your body immobile as you watch the unfolding scene.

Bellamy is struggling beneath Dax's weight, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fights for control. Clarke bursts from her hiding spot, launching herself at Dax. But he is quick to deflect her attack and punches her in the stomach. A strangled cry escapes her lips as she staggers backward, her face contorted in pain.

You see Clarke's gun lying on the ground and without a second thought, you make a run for it. Your hands wrap around the cold metal of the gun, and you aim it at Dax, your fingers tightening around the trigger.

With a steady hand, you pull the trigger, and the bullet hits Dax right in the chest, the sound of the gunshot ringing out in the night air. He lets out a blood-curdling scream before collapsing to the ground. You were surprised at how calm and focused you were, hitting your target with precision.

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