I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 35: Angel of Death

Dante Wallis' POV-

"Dad?" Cage says, entering my room.

I'm sitting on the white tile floor, barely conscious from whatever medicine had been pumped through me.

Cage crouches down next to me to speak.

"You were right." He smiles maliciously.

"She took the deal."

A few hours before, I had suggested to Cage that we appease the Commander and make a deal to return only her people, but I didn't imagine it would be feasible given her alliance with the people from the Ark.

"You're a hero to your people. They know it was your idea. We've won." He finishes.

"No, we haven't. Not yet." I cut.

"Peace with the savages isn't enough to make the ground safe for us."

"I know."

"The Ark." He realizes.

"They'll never stop."

"No parent ever would." I continue, reflecting on my own relationship with Cage.

Although I sit in a luxurious prison by my sons doing, I still bare an instinctual need to protect him.

"You're right. 20 minutes ago, we picked up a small group on our radar. I already have a team on the way." He speaks.

"Looks like we're going to have more bone marrow."

Cage unlocks the door before leaving me again.

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Enraged, I leave what's left of the Ark soldiers hidden in the trees while I make my way into the tunnels where Octavia had been left.

I was no longer afraid of Reapers and had very little to lose.

After a brisk walk and a few well aimed bullets, I made my way to Octavia.

"Octavia..." I stutter, as she had almost thrown a knife at me due to my suspicious approach in the dark.

Upon realizing it was me, she turns her head and rolls her eyes.

"You stayed." I address.

"Screw you. I know where my loyalties lie." She voices with annoyance.

"We have to get in there." I explain, walking past Octavia towards the mountain doors.

Octavia grabs my forearm, swinging me around to face a metal chute with a dumpster at the bottom.

"If that was possible, do you think I'd still be here?" She asks coldly.

Only then I notice what she meant. Lying at the bottom of the dirty dumpster was our friend Daniel. One of the original 100. His body was pale and weak looking and coated in his own blood.

There were long scars across his legs and arms and spine. The doctors must've not even bothered to suture him closed afterwards.

I gasp in horror at his body, unable to remove my eyes.

"Why did Lexa sound the retreat?" Octavia breaks the tension and asks harshly.

I glance at her, my rage returning, and immediately turn away. I'm unable to hide my shame knowing Octavia was right in not trusting the Commander.

"She made a deal with Mount Weather. Freed the grounders." I scoff.

"Now we're on our own."

Anger infiltrates my limbs as I bang aggressively on the metal doors as if suddenly, they would swing open.