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GABRIEL AND BELLAMY we're wearing white suits similar to the other disciples in the room. It was like they gave themselves over to the disciples to serve for them until their life was done. They didn't look anything like what they did when Falo saw them last. The only person who looked normal was Clarke, she still wore the outfit she did.
Whatever went on, Falo didn't want to know. She felt like her girlfriend went through hell.
Fortunately for Clarke, Falo forgot all about Raven when she saw Clarke (though Raven stood behind Falo's love) for she wasn't lonely and needing someone as much anymore now that someone so dear to her was right in front of her, freed from the claws of the bird like enemy.
"Russell," Gabriel was the only one who actually had the nerve to approach. Falo stiffened at that name. . . someone who's long been dead. How did he not know? "What the hell is this?" Gabriel laughed.
Sheidheda turned his head. He didn't like being called by the wrong name. "Who the hell are you?"
Gabriel chuckled, confused.
Clarke stood behind Gabriel now, her eyes locking on Falo, her mind wondering if Madi was safe and if Falo was okay. "That's not Russell." she quietly broke the news to him.
"This is Malachi kom Sangedakru, and you will kneel before him." Otis announced to the group. Clarke's face paled, whiter than what was normal.
Shiedheda smiled. "Since my ascension, the protocol has become rather simple really," he looked upon everyone, new and old faces alike. "Kneel. . . or die."
An old man in a white suit stepped forward. Falo almost peed her pants when she saw him. She remembered his face. . . he was the man in the video they found in one of the Second Dawn's dud bunkers. How the hell was he here now? She saw that video almost one-hundred years ago, making him near two-hundred years old.
What kind of witchery was this?
Falo frowned. What was his name again?
The man pressed his hands together. "Ordinarily, I would relish the opportunity to recruit your forces to the cause, but unfortunately, I have neither the time nor patience to suffer your primitive tribalism." he moved his hands to the sides.
Rapid gunfire was thrown open to Sheidheda's men, putting them down like rabid animals. Falo stared at the people who were once hers, her friends. What a tragedy, she thought.
The disciples who opened fire appeared from thin air. Another one of their cool qualities other than great marksmanship.
