My Immortal

Chapt 16: Idiots In Hazmat Suits

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY AND JUST - READ THIS:

Now that I have your attention - IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE - SKIP IT. I will say it again SKIP THE BOLD SECTION - It's about 700 words and clearly marked, centered, and bolded. Indicators are below.

--- NIGHTMARE---
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--- NIGHTMARE END---

SKIP THAT SECTION.
--Lok

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Clarke:

I had just returned from gathering more of the plants Nyko had shown me that would be effective, when I noticed something wasn't quite right. There was an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach as I entered the drop ship itself. The camp looked fine, no one was causing problems. It was as I crossed the barrier of the drop ship door that I heard a slight pop and a few startled yelps. I turned to see what was going on, only to be met with red smoke curling into the air. Those closest to the smoke started to fall to the ground. I covered my face and raced forward. I had to help who I could. As I grabbed for Charlotte, the youngest of us, I heard loud bangs. It sounded like guns. I fell to my stomach, making myself a non-target and tugged Charlotte towards one of the hidden gates built into the walls around us. I pushed her limp body into the tunnel and was about to follow when I heard a yelp behind me.

Looking back, my eyes fell on body after body, some untouched, a few looked to be bleeding. I didn't understand what was going on. We had made a truce with the Grounders. Had they broken it to get rid of us? I knew that Kiran was not at camp, so there was no way of knowing if something had happened between our groups.

I didn't get to think longer than that as I heard boots stomping towards me and something hit me hard in the back of the head. I was dizzy for a few seconds as I heard someone speak.

"This is Emerson, I have the children..." His voice faded as I fell into oblivion.

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Kiran:

I was only a half mile from the drop ship when I saw the red smoke. I poked Mako in her side and pointed to it.

"What the hell is that?"

"Mountain Men." She said, her voice stone cold. "They use the red smoke to knock out people who they are going to kidnap." Without another word she raced forward, towards the red smoke.

"We are running TOWARDS the smoke that knocks people out, why?"

"We aren't affected, Kiran. They are kidnapping the Skaikru. I don't know for what purpose, but they are taking them. We have to stop them while we can."

I didn't bother to answer as I followed her in the direction of the drop ship. It was as I was getting close that I realized that Clarke should have been back to the drop ship by this point. She was in danger.

"Clarke." I said just loud enough for Mako to hear.

"If she is still in the woods, she will have a chance. If she's at the camp, she may already be gone." Mako's voice was soft, as if preparing me to accept that my only other family was most likely gone, forever.

I felt bile rise in my throat as I spotted several grounder bodies laying near the walls of the camp. None were breathing and based on the dark blood flowing from them, they were dead, or close to it.

Mako didn't stop to check on them, going into the red smoke as it curled and turned in the air. I followed behind, losing her in the smoke and tripping over something. I looked at what I had tripped over. A member of the 100, a bullet to the back, high enough that he would have been dead near instantly. I bit back a scream, they hadn't just kidnapped people, they had killed some as well. My fear for Clarke skyrocketed, as I stood and heard footsteps come at me. I knew Mako wouldn't make a sound. I waited until I saw what looked like an old hazmat suit appear in the smoke. Before he had the chance to raise his weapon, I jumped on him, my knife puncturing his suit. His screams caught the attention of those hidden in the smoke around us. I watched as his skin began to bubble and melt. I didn't bother killing him, the air it seems would do that for me. Another Hazmat suit appeared, and I slashed at him too, catching his shoulder with my knife. His suit ripped, letting the air in as well. He fell to his knees, screaming. I pushed the sounds of his screaming out of my head as the smoke began to clear. I spotted one more bright gray hazmat suit.