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AFTER BEING SEDATED BY JACKSON, Falo woke in the medbay. She looked around the room with her eyes. She tried to move, but she was heavily strapped down to the gurney. Madi and Jackson stood next to each other, looking at something.
She had to get out of this.
"Jackson?" Falo whispered out.
"I'm here, Falo. Madi is, too." Jackson spoke.
"I can't feel my hand. . . is something wrong?" she gasped. "Help me, please. . . I can't. . . I can't feel it. I can't breathe."
She started to heave up and down by force, causing Jackson and Madi to rush to her side to see what was going wrong. Jackson unstrapped her hand.
"It's okay." Madi smiled.
Falo sat up and grabbed a scalpel, slicing it against Jackson's arm. He let out a groan of pain, holding his arm that was now bleeding. Falo got to work on the other strap to get out.
Madi grabbed a sedative and ran over to Falo. Falo went to slash at Madi, yet Jackson knocked the scalpel out of Falo's hands, allowing Madi to slam the needle into her thigh. Falo gasped and fell back onto the gurney.
"Abby! Raven! Emori!"
Her eyes closed as everything around her darkened and blurred. She opened her eyes again when the voice of Shiedheda and the inaudible whispers of the other commanders filled her head.
"Why didn't you let me go for the throat, like we talked about? I thought you wanted revenge," he placed a chess piece down on the chess board. "Your move."
"I don't know. I feel like he's innocent."
"Innocent?" he cackled. "He's draining your bone marrow as we speak. He was in the bunker with Blodreina, he isn't innocent. He is a traitor."
Falo rolled her eyes and set down a chess piece on the board. "Play the game." she sighed.
"Chess isn't a game," he reminded her. They had played many chess games countless times and she still didn't realize it wasn't a game. "A lesson in strategy, and you're not paying attention."
Shiedheda stood up. Falo's breath hitched, only for him to have moved another chess piece. "Checkmate," he sat back down. "Jackson is a pawn. If we had killed him, we'd be free right now and on our way to the palace to kill the people who murdered Clarke. Instead we'll now likely die with her, so well done."
Falo grew irritated. "I'm doing the best I can!"
"Well you're not doing enough!"
She stood up and flipped the table over in pure anger, slamming her hands down onto the table. "What the hell do you want from me?!"
He slowly took off his hood, revealing the braids in his hair. He looked Falo right in the eye. "I want you to rule the world as I did the last. I want you to get revenge for Clarke. I want you to kill everyone who gets in our way."
Falo calmed down. "Then what do I have to do? I won't hold back this time, Shiedheda."
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CLARKE WALKED INTO THE LAB BEHIND MILES AND RUSSELL. Her face dropped when she saw someone laid on the gurney, heavily strapped down, with tubes and all sorts of things poked inside of her and outside of them.
She killed Josephine in her mind space with the help of Gabriel, Bellamy and Octavia, much to Miles dismay as he screamed his head off for them to stop. He would've attacked them if he wasn't tied up. He hated seeing Josephine go, because minutes before that, Octavia killed Milee in cold blood a and destroyed her Mind Drive literally only a few hours after she got her new host.
Clarke was thankful they got rid of Josephine. When they got away from Gabriel and the other two, Clarke and Miles made a deal, she would let him live if he pretended Josephine was still alive so they could easily save her friends from doom and death, he surprisingly agreed to her proposal.
"How about we choose a less crowded host?" Clarke joked with a smile. "What do you say?" she rounded the gurney to see who was laid on it and she was surprised, but concerned, to see Falo laying on it, unconscious. "And what is this?" she asked.
Russell nodded at Falo. "This is how we make new hosts."
Miles picked up the canister. "Using bone marrow?"
Russell nodded.
Falo slowly opened her eyes, her eyes rolling over to a blond figure. Her eyes lit up. "Clarke?"
Clarke seemed hesitant to answer, but Falo didn't notice. "No, it's not," Clarke frowned for a split second. "She put up a good fight though. Can't win them all."
Falo started to struggle against her restraints, rocking the gurney back and forth. "We're going to kill you! We're going to kill every single one of you and everything you have ever come to love!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Miles turned around and picked up a sedative. He turned back to Falo and plunged the needle into her neck to knock her out, so she wouldn't hurt herself.
As Falo passed out, Clarke looked her over. "How many doses can we get out of her before she dies?" she asked Russell and Miles. They didn't answer. "You know what? Never mind. It's time for my new drive. Being mortal sucks."
