heroes of the other worlds, apply fic ✓

𝟬𝟭𝟲. 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

epilogue

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

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ᴊᴜꜱ ᴅʀᴇɪɴ
ᴊᴜꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɴ

( please refer back to the act three chapter where there's a list of triggers and a warnings , PLEASE READ
WITH CAUTION )

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ THE REMAINING HEROES ... all held their own weapons.    Liam had a taser in one hand and a knife in the other. Kat and Kohana had been given swords, thanks to Octavia. Charli had a gun that he had kindly taken from Bellamy Blake.

It's been about five days since Zay had died. Since he had been shot dead in the rain by Charles Pike.

The heroes didn't know why they were still in the world that wasn't their own. It was odd. Lincoln was alive, Zay had died in his place.

Why were they still there?!

The current world they were in screamed at them. People who didn't have their own minds, people who were controlled had been trying to kill them for the last five days. It's chaos as they try and kill eachother.

Now, it was hopefully the last of the fight. Clarke Griffen was limp in the commanders throne, tubes pumping black blood into her body. She was in the city of light. She was in there trying to find the kill switch that would end A.L.I.E and give people their lives back.

And people were climbing the tower they were in. Controlled minds who didn't have a choice. They would risk their lives to make sure Clarke and her people were stopped.

That's why the heroes had weapons. Like I said in the beginning, they had their weapons and they had what they needed to help keep Clarke alive long enough for her to flip the kill switch.

       "Are we ready? The first batch should be here any second." Bellamy looked at the people around him. Pike, Octavia, Lincoln, Abby, Murphy, Miller and the heroes.

       "Ready." Octavia nodded at her brother as she stood beside Lincoln. She held her sword in front of her.

       "Remember. They're being controlled by A.L.I.E. We don't kill them unless we have too." Bellamy hurriedly said as the doors to the throne room were banged on.

Three people pushed the doors open, and the rest piled in. Controlled person after person made their way into the room. They had one mission, make it to Clarke Griffin — and it meant they could stop at nothing to make sure they did.

Kat used the handle of their sword to hit someone in the head, knocking them to the floor. They didn't seem fazed by what had happened, didn't make a noise or show a sign of pain. Kat blinked in shock and let out a yelp as the person grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the ground. Kat scrambled to throw punches that honestly didn't do much but keep them distracted. Their knuckles were bleeding by now, leaving small red marks of blood on the persons face. Finally with a hit, one that definitely had way to much force behind it, the person fighting Kat feel to the floor without any more protest to get back up. They were either dead or out cold. Either or, it just meant that Kat had to step forward and fight someone else.

Charli was near Abby, Clarke's mother. She was kind from the conversation that had briefly had. Charli held his hun tightly and hit the person in the face with it when they neared him and Abby. He did it over and over again until there were to many for him to handle himself. They managed to get him to the floor where one had started to strangle him. Chocked sounds left his lips as he struggled to breathe.  

Liam had been so glad that his taser was fully charged. He tased who ever was close e ight to feel his wrath. He left burns on the skin of those who wanted to kill him. When he tased the select few, they didn't even move back or shake the others. It surprised him, but what surprised him more the fact that he hadn't fallen down just yet despite the punches thrown his way.

Kohana didn't want to hurt all these people. But when she saw that her family were being targeted and hurt, she was quick to step into the fight. She'd dodge a punch, her small body moving swiftly, and then she'd throw one of her own. Her last resort when she realized her punches didn't do to much, was to kick them where the sun didn't shine. That managed to distract them ever so slightly for a few seconds.

Someone, a controlled grounder came up behind Kohana and pulled her to the ground. The grounder held her hands around Kos throat, cutting off her air. No matter how hard Kohana kicked and wiggled, she couldn't free herself from the person hurting her.

That was until everyone who had been controlled fell to the ground with a thud, groaning and crying out in pain. They blinked in realization that they were hurting people.

The fight was over, A.L.I.E was gone. Pike and Kat were talking, Pike telling her that Zays death was what needed to happen.    Overhearing, Kohana stepped up with her sword in hand. 

        "His death didn't need to happen, but yours does." Kat smirked.

Kohana plunged her sword into the chest of Charles Pike, killing him within seconds.