test subject 2.1.5. (LEXA X READER)

Tool pile

The early sun peeked through the high ceiling windows of the warehouse. The sirens from the machine were silent but the red blaring light was still spinning.

*bang*

The sudden sound woke lexa as she jolted upright. Clarke groggily wiping her eyes a few seconds after lexa. Clearly the sound has disturbed both of their sleeps, but apparently not raven and Octavia, the ever so deep sleepers.

"Oi. Wake up sleepy heads" Clarke grumbled while throwing one of the couch cushions at ravens head.

"Piss off Griff" the raven haired girl mumbled, pressing her already squashed face further against the back of the couch. Octavia grumbled muffled as she stirred, the sight conversation between the blonde and the mechanic having roused her. The dark haired girl covered her mouth as she yawned and her eyes filtered between her friends as she heard rustling coming from elsewhere. The same rustling snapped raven out of her sleep like haze and she snapped up into a sitting position as if she was a cat that had seen a cucumber.

Ravens eyes widened as she scanned over her friends "1, 2, 3" she mumbled, counting them.

"who's in the work shop?" she asked the other 3 alarmed and stood from the couch abruptly as if she hadn't just woken up a couple of minutes ago.

Octavia, Clarke and lexa stayed where they were as they watched the mechanic prance over to a close bench and grabbing a silver wrench, a big silver wrench and holding it as if it were a baseball bat.

Turning her head back to her friends who were still on the couch and stood there as if waiting for them to follow her.

"What are you guys doing? Get up, and come with me" she whisper shouted aggressively. "Your warehouse, your responsibility" Octavia quipped causing raven to groan quietly.

"I don't want to go alone. What if it's a person?" she said with a fake gasp and then gasped again a few seconds after "what if they try to kill me?!" she threw a hand over her forehead in feigned death even though she was still standing up.

Despite her joking manner the threat and both of those scenarios are very much real. The warehouse was a bit out of town, barley, but still out of town and it did look abandon, on the outside at least, definitely not on the inside. On the inside it looked rather high tech and well, as well as well-furnished could be with the mechanics peculiar interior designing skills. As well as everything works efficiently the mechanic didn't care much for aesthetic.

Lexa let out a sigh but was careful to be quiet while she got up from the couch to stand with raven. "C'mon guy's, we can't let her go alone" the brunette reasoned and the other two whined like little kids in defeat. They nodded and started getting off the couch making sure to be as quiet as lexa had been. They followed raven out of the couch area and around a corner, just one more corner and they would most likely be able to see who the intruder could be.

Raven still held the wrench like a baseball bat tightly in her grasp but all of them had an eerie feeling despite it all seeming like a prank, but that's impossible. Raven never told anyone about the warehouse. Only now has she told Octavia, lexa and Clarke but that doesn't mean that someone couldn't be hiding out here while raven wasn't working on the workshop, which would be a very small time window seeing she was here every spare minute and sometimes skipped classes in between the day to drive out here.

More ruckus echoed as they got closer. Raven could tell that whoever, whatever was in the workshop was messing around in the disconnected wires and tool pile.

"Hey!" Octavia whispered to lexa, obviously whatever she was going to say was directed to the brunette but O didn't mind the others overhearing her. "What?" lexa whisper back in the same tone as she glanced at the dark haired girl and then looking back in front of her. Octavia stifled a chuckle right as she was about to speak resulting in her having to take a deep breath before she could get her words out. "Maybe it's a raccoon" her face scrunched up, trying and successfully stifling a laugh.