I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 33: Jus Drein Jus Dowd

Blood Must Have Blood.

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We march for almost 40 minutes before I fall back to speak to Octavia. She marches alongside Lincoln, a few rows behind Indra.

"I'm changing your mission. You're not going to the mines with Indra. I'm placing you in the rear guard where you'll be safe."

"Like hell you are. I don't take orders from you. I take orders from Indra." She snaps back, not making eye contact with me.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Octavia." I reason.

"Protect me." She mocks, scoffing.

"One day hopefully you'll understand what I did." I say, referencing the decision I made with Lexa about the missile.

"Never. I'll fight this war with you now because I want our friends back... but after that we're done." She says before running ahead to talk to Indra.

I sigh in defeat, knowing I did what I could. She had been resentful towards me ever since I let hundreds die in the accident- preventable deaths.

"The Commander's looking for you." A warrior tells me.

I nod to him and speed up to find Lexa.

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Octavia's POV-

"What was that about?" Indra asks me.

"Clarke's trying to reassign me to the rear guard."

"You're a warrior. You'll be in the mines with me." She reaffirms.

"That's what I told her."

Indra looks over her shoulder at me. I'm visibly angry, marching heavy and barring my jaw while I keep my eyes trained on the horizon.

"I know what bothers you." Indra sighs, watching the horizon as well.

"They knew about the missile."

"How could you not hate them?!" I seethe, burning with fury.

"Indra, they almost killed you." I continue.

"They didn't do anything. The enemy did." She quickly retorts.

"Lexa's a great Commander because she's ruthless. That's how we'll win this battle."

"That's wrong."

"That's war."

Like clockwork, we near the base of the mountain and each warrior raises their swords to the night sky and gives a loud scream as they quicken their march forward. Indra thrusts her long silver knife to the stars and roars loudly, fitting in with the thousands of other voices.

I look around and listen, hearing my people.

Eventually, I raise my knife to the sky as well and let my mouth fall open screaming from the bottom of my lungs before I skip forward towards the enemy, towards blood, and towards certain death.

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Monty's POV-

The smell of death stings my nostrils as I try to force back a mixture of tears and vomit- not sure which will come first.

To my right, Bellamy slowly regains consciousness after losing a substantial amount of blood. I'm glad he's alive, but part of me worries he won't be for long. The doctors seem to be picking off the weakest of us first.