Rook {B.B} (3)

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Perverse Instantiation Part One (15,2)

Unlike all the other times Tyra had been to Polis, she didn't see vendors trying to get in and go sell their products with excited, diplomatic smiles. Rather she saw a line of people leaving under the cover of darkness, all holding on to the little they could carry with tear stained cheeks, hollowed bodies, and some even with various fresh wounds along their faces and arms while they stumbled their way out into the surrounding woods.

"Bellamy, stop." He obeyed Tyra's request and let the rover stop, her immediately rushing out with Loukas and Octavia close behind while she ran to the closest pack of people in light-brown garments, seemingly protecting someone in the middle of their tight-knit circle.

"Maryam, it's Tyra."

"Let her in." The stone-faced, brown clad warriors parted way to let Tyra into their circle, closing back up when Loukas and Octavia attempted to follow.

Tyra quickly caught Maryam as she stumbled into her arms, holding her bleeding leg. Maryam was the representative for Boudalan in Polis, who had become one of the few representatives in there to respect Tyra for her previous severely punishable ways.

"What happened?"

"The Commander. She has allied herself with a Skaikru man, he promised to give her the secrets of the first Commander if she did as he asked. He's forced every last person in Polis to take some glowing key or be imprisoned and tortured until you take it. But once you do, it changes you. The remainder of Boudalan and I chose to flee once she called a meeting. I was hit during our escape."

Tyra nodded, helping Maryam to her feet as she fully stood. Her leg wound wasn't deep, but Tyra didn't doubt it was terribly painful to walk on.

"Have Ontari or the rest of the representatives taken this key?" Maryam shook her head.

"The Skaikru man refused to give Ontari the key. We don't know why, we just know she is becoming more aggravated every second he does not comply." Tyra nodded once more, her mind already weaving a plan to work around the new information given to her.

"I'll fix this all. But you might want to head back to Polis."

"Why?"

"There's going to be a new Commander soon." With those final words, Tyra left Maryam to stand on her own, pushing past the Boudalan warriors as she made it back outside their circle, running to hoist herself back into the rover to have a more private conversation with the rest of the group.

"What happened? Who was that?" Tyra waved Clarke's questions off, biting the edge of her lip while her mind kept analyzing each and every play in the game that could lead to her ascension, even if she didn't particularly want it to happen. But she'd make the most out of the situation at hand.

"No one important. What is important is that Ontari hasn't been chipped, and neither have all the representatives for the clans. Which means A.L.I.E hasn't taken total control yet."

"There's still a chance." Tyra nodded at Clarke's thoughts spoken out loud, she could already feel her hands wanting to twitch with the nerves of what was waiting for her ahead, but Tyra wouldn't show her nervousness in front of Roan.

"You take Roan to the entrance, show his face so they'll let you through and ask for an audience. Loukas will go with you to translate, Octavia and I will go in through the hidden tunnels."

Tyra freed one of her knives from its holster against her hip, beginning to cut at Roan's binds, while Clarke stared in even more shock at her.

"What are you doing?"