sparks || r. reyes

one.

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"WAIT! KEEP THAT ONE ALIVE. We can use it for information," Kane lowered his gun, speaking in a firm, authority-filled tone as he gestured his head towards the unconscious Grounder girl on the floor.

"Thanks," Finn panted to Bellamy, looking at the girl on the floor.

"Someone restrain her before she wakes up," Kane ordered. "You six, with me. You two, lead the way."

The two boys looked down at Dawn as one of the guards tied her wrists and ankles. The hood of her tattered cloak had fallen from her head, revealing her dark curls that were pulled up into two dutch braids leading up into a  ponytail. The war paint over her eyes was extended out onto her temples, resembling the wings of a bird. The clothes beneath her cloak were standard Grounder armour. A basic fitted black Henley shirt was underneath black and brown leather and metal armour, with skinny fitted black pants, accessorised with many different holsters for all kinds of weapons all over her body. She wore two braided leather bracelets on one wrist, one for each of her parents.

Sleeping, she looked... almost... harmless.

One of the guards picked the girl up with one arm under her knees and one under her shoulders. The group allowed Finn and Bellamy to lead the way back to Skaikru's camp, only to find that their people weren't there.

By the time Abby and Kane had come to the conclusion that there was no one else besides Murphy and Raven at the drop ship, Dawn had slowly started to flutter her eyes open, regaining consciousness. She felt she was in someone's arms, and she felt her wrists and ankles were held together by some kind of tough metal wire.

She knew it would be suicide to try to escape, so instead, she stayed still, pretending to still be asleep.

It felt like hours until they made it to the camp the Sky People were calling 'Alpha Station'.

Dawn ensured to keep close attention to the directions they were heading in. Every turn they took, every hill they went up or down, every tree they passed.

Dawn could hear mutters and comments of fear and surprise as she was carried through a crowd. She felt a temperature change and noticed she had been taken indoors somewhere. Some kind of metal building. They carried her to a room, an airlock, all while she faked unconsciousness.

The second they placed her down and loosened her wrist restrains to tie her to a pole, she ripped her arms out and sent an elbow into the man's chest, catching him off guard and sending him to the ground. He tried scrambling to his feet, but Dawn was faster than him, and took a knife out of her boot, stabbing it into the man's neck.

That was when another guard ran in, gun at the ready. He shot, but missed. Dawn sprinted at the man, punching him. He fought back, getting lucky with a jab to her cheek. She elbowed him in the side and flipped him over before finishing him off by slitting his throat.

She could see another two guards that had spotted her heading her way, one of them shouting something into a walkie-talkie while he sprinted toward her. She stopped at a turn, not knowing which way to go to get out of this futuristic maze. A siren started blaring, telling Dawn that these people knew she had escaped.

She found a door that led outside, and with no other way to go, she took it and raced out. Bullets were being fired at her from every direction as she tried finding a way out. One bullet grazed her bicep, but apart from that, she hadn't been hit. She had almost twenty people chasing her from every direction. Every corner she turned, guards were waiting to catch her.