whatever the hell we want || j. jordan

~ chapter 3.5 ~

I walked somewhat silently behind Lincoln and the sick people, still fuming. I heard quick footsteps behind us, so I tried to turn my head. It was pushed forward again.

"Lincoln!" Someone called. This time I got my head around quick enough. Octavia. She glanced in my direction. "Cress?"

"I'm okay, don't fight this." He warned her. I nodded in agreement, giving her a warning look.

"What the Hell is going on?" She shouted. Bellamy grabbed her arm and muttered an explanation. Probably an incorrect one. She started yelling back at him, but I couldn't hear her over the shuffling of being shoved into the cell. She and Bellamy started to leave, but she got one last look at us before she turned the corner.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, before helping to tend to the sick. Lincoln was pacing back and forth. Honestly, it was getting pretty obnoxious. I stood to go over to him and ask him to stop when I saw a familiar face turn the corner.

"Miller!" I ran up to the cell wall and grabbed onto it. He met my eyes and I saw a flash of shock in them, but it was gone quicker than it appeared. He directed his attention to Lincoln.

"Careful," He said. "This one doesn't like to be chained up. Your girlfriend isn't here to free you this time." He taunted.

"Miller," I warned, uncomfortable with the way he was addressing the man who had helped us countless times. "Watch your words."

He said nothing, and Lincoln approached the wall. I followed him, eager to at least see my friend, but he turned away to guard the door before I could reach him. Lincoln looked at me, his fist closed around something. We walked to the back corner of the cell and he opened his fist to show a small vial.

"From Abby." He muttered.

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When I woke up from a much-needed nap, Sinclair was in the cell with us. Maybe he gave some minors alcohol. I soon learned that he was more important than he looked. He and Lincoln had hatched a plan, and I wanted to help as much as I could. So Lincoln explained it to the other people in the cell while I finished helping them recover with Abby's medicine.

Before we knew it, Bellamy was outside the door speaking quietly to Sinclair. I couldn't hear what Bellamy said to him.

"What do you wanna know?" Sinclair responded dryly.

Sinclair nodded at Bellamy's quiet response, and Lincoln stood. He slowly approached them.

"The cowards make their deals to save their own skin." Lincoln said.

"Quiet," Bellamy warned.

"Can't defeat the army at the gate? So you turn on your own, to make you feel strong?" Lincoln kept prodding.

"I said, Be quiet." Bellamy repeated, louder this time.

"I'm not the one who needs to be silenced." Lincoln went on, then grabbed Sinclair and pushed him to the ground.

"Lincoln!" Bellamy yelled out. "Cover me," He said to the other guard, and opened the door. Dumbass. The prisoners rushed towards the open door and started pushing. Unfortunately, more guards appeared out of thin air to keep us shut in. They were armed, and some of us were still weak, even with Abby's medicine. Not the best odds. Not all of us, though. The prisoners pushed the door open and we spilled out of the door.

One of the guards hit the alarm button, and more guards came rushing toward us. Lincoln and I were in the back, trying to take out Bellamy and the remaining guards. The guards had forgotten about their weapons until just then, when Sinclair caught a taser to the back. Lincoln and I were managing fine, but we were slowly getting outnumbered.