I don't need your help | Raven Reyes

pt23- new greetings

 I forced a poker face upon my features to mask the overwhelming guilt that was consuming me like a virus and leaving a heavy ache upon my chest. The council were cruel but life was even crueller, the only choice was to leave them behind. For now at least.

But what if that wasn't the only choice? I closed my eyes for only a second and in that moment every possible plan and its outcome flashed in front of my eyes yet nothing sufficed. Stand our ground and we would be extinct from existence without even a chance. Play the offensive move and we would only be playing to their advantage. There had to be some other way.

I scanned the tree line through the fence, prepared to act at any sign of movement. A snap of a twig right behind me forced me to reach for my knife, spinning round and holding it to the skin of my stalker's throat. 

"Woah, Woah! it's me put the knife down." He held his hands up in surrender. 

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now!" I stared daggers into his eyes.

"Woah sunshine! you wouldn't kill your best friend now would you?" Murphy smirked.

"One, don't call me that and two, you are not my best friend." I pushed him slightly as I turned away, slipping the knife back away. One hand worked to rub the stress for my face while the other picked up my rifle.

"Quick reflexes you got there."

"Yeah well, you'd be surprised how quickly nightmares can condition you into a constant state of fight or flight." I explained, leaving him silenced for several moments.

"What happened to us?" he questioned as he stepped next to me looking down at me. "You don't talk to me anymore."

"Yeah, I wonder why..." I said dryly.

"Please Aysel." he gently touched my forearm.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I pulled away from him. I really wanted to storm away right now but I had a job to do and I wasn't about to get us all killed because I didn't see the grounders coming.

"I saved your life and now you don't even trust me enough to touch you!"

"Saved me? maybe you did but not for the reasons I thought!" I Raised my voice, still refusing to look at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He was really starting to piss me off now. I turned to him and stepped closer so I could speak quiet enough no one else would hear.

"I thought you broke because you cared about me. But the more I think about it, you did it to save your own ass!" His eyes flickered over my face as he tried to understand me. "I mean they would have just gone back to hurting you if I was dead! and there is no way Bellamy would have allowed you back into camp if you got another person killed!"

"That's not true! I do care about you!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah well... when a psychopath tells you he loves you he's usually just using you so..."

"Right, and since when was I a psychopath?"

"Since you started killing people and you don't even have an ounce of regret!"

"It was for their own good, they were in pain!"

"No! It was for your own good. No fuck off before I do something I regret." 

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A glowing flame burning in the distance. Suddenly multiplying into thousands of burning torches within the treeline, they were here. "Oh, shit..." I cursed under my breath, there was no way we were going to win this fight.

A disturbance sounded from the middle of the camp. Looking over I saw Clarke marching towards the gates. What was she doing?

"Clarke!" I shouted as I jogged over to her but she didn't slow down. "Clarke what are you doing?" She didn't even have a weapon on her and she was headed straight towards the enemy. "Clarke slow down!" I finally caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm.

"I'm going to make a deal with them," she explained.

"What? no that's a stupid idea, they'll kill you!" I tried to argue.

"Do you trust me?" The blonde asked looking at me dead serious.

"Yes of course I do! But I don't trust them!" It was true, I trusted Clarke with my life but a deal had been attempted before and it didn't end well.

Nothing I said worked and a few older guards had to hold me back so I didn't run after her as she disappeared into the unknown. A few moments later Abby and Finn marched towards the gate equipped with medkits and supplies. "Chancellor?" I asked as I started walking with them. "What's going on? Who are the medkits for? Let me help?" I felt desperate but if I sat in this camp for one more minute knowing I was being no help at all I would go insane.

Abby looked at me softly, "Calm down ok, you can come but I need you to stop talking so I can concentrate." She explained and I nodded without hesitation.

We walked for several minutes before I figured we were heading for the drop ship.  When we got close unsettling screams echoed from the metal box. "Who was that?" Neither of them answered me and instead picked up their pace. "Cool!" I muttered to myself. It's not that hard to answer a question. I followed them into the ship and up the ladder. When I turned I got a bit of a shock.

A huge man, tribal tattoos printed on his face, long messy hair braided and a thick beard. I stumbled back a bit, surprised to see a grounder so close. "It's ok he's a friend!" Octavia who I hadn't noticed across the room knelt on the floor explained. Next to her was Bellamy, both of them look down at... a man?

Whoever it was there was something wrong with them, something animalistic. They were grunting and struggling against the ropes which pinned them to the floor. Then suddenly they stopped. Abby rushed to his head and looked at his eyes. "Pupils are unresponsive!" she then started ordering the Blakes around as I just stood and watched in awe. I guess I wasn't being as helpful as I hoped here either.

The man still had a pulse but a very weak one. "Aysel, come here I need you to hold his head up for me!" She requested urgently. Just as I knelt by his head she stuck a needle in his arm and injected him with something. Nothing happened for a split second, then he began seizing, his head banging up and down against my hands as I tried to prevent him from hitting the floor. Suddenly all movement seized.

The banging of footsteps sounded from downstairs and I reached for my rifle just as the hatch flung open. Clarke appeared first and I relaxed slightly. But then another woman, whom I had never seen before. She stood up tall and turned to us, she radiated confidence and somehow power. Her dark green eyes which were surrounded by war paint instantly focused on the motionless man on the ground, then her eyes fixated on the gun I had pointing directly towards her, then back to Clarke. 

"You lied, and your time is up!" She slowly reached for the sword that was concealed away, as did everyone else in the room. Distracted by the towering brunette woman I hadn't noticed the other grounders who had climbed up. Launching herself at the man on the floor Abby jabbed the baton into his chest, the shock causing him to contract but instantly relax once more. My heart was beating out of my chest. "Hit him again!" Clarke exclaimed, and she did.

This time the shock was enough to resuscitate him as he desperately gasped for air. A canon sigh of relief escaped everyone's lungs and slowly but surely everyone placed their weapons back away. I was still uncomfortable about this whole situation so I kept i tight grip on my gun which was now pointing at the ground.

"Okay, is anyone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

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