EXILE

iv • Sorry Me No Speak Gonaslang

Deep into the night neither of the boys slept, but both of them suffered from dark eyes and looked drowsy. But none of that mattered when the door opened, this time to let another boy in.

Even in the dark Scotia could make out his long hair. "Get up. We're going after them." He opened his bag and pulled out cutters. He released Bellamy and loomed between Scotia and Murphy.

"It's about time." Bellamy said. He rushed to his feet and began to make a straight bolt for the exit, but he paused.

Finn looked back at him before he moved across the room to Scotia. "We're taking her. We need a guide." Finn said.

Scotia was unchained from the wall but not set free. She got to her feet and headed towards the door just behind the two boys. She was in a rush to leave this camp and have a chance to escape.

"Hey, whoa, wait." Murphy called to them. "What about me?" He asked. Finn shook his head at Bellamy. "You actually think she's gonna talk?" Murphy added, attacking the Grounder to sway their decision.

Bellamy grabbed the cutters and stormed towards Murphy. "Wait, no. What are you doing?" Finn stood in his way.

Bellamy cut him loose of the wall but kept him bound. "He's coming with us." Bellamy said.

"No way." Finn protested.

"He's been to the Grounder camp. And you can't really expect her to help." Bellamy said. He watched the Grounder's head snap towards them, but she didn't blame him. She wouldn't help, she would run.

"He's right. Okay? I can take you there."

"Hey, Sterling just signaled. Someone's coming." A girl said from the door. They all followed her out and somehow cleared the camp wall with no one seeing them.

"You don't think anyone saw us?" Bellamy questioned, dragging Murphy along.

"Shh. Keep it down." Finn told him.

They all stopped when they saw a flashlight point at them. Not even searching, it knew exactly where they were going to be.

An older man dressed in a guards uniform stared at them. Scotia waited for the rest of them to swarm the kids and escort them back to camp, but the only other person with him was  woman.

"You're late." She said.

"Bellamy decided to bring company." Fin shrugged.

"We can't trust that the Grounder will help us. And Murphy's been in their camp." Bellamy defended his decision.

The woman held out a gun, letting Finn reach out and grab it from her. He was hesitant at first and checked to make sure he was able to use it before she revealed more weapons for the group.

"Here. Find my son." The guard handed off his weapon, a larger gun, to one of the boys. "His name is Nathan Miller."

Surely Bellamy knew him, his gaze stuttered for a moment, flickering to the ground. Maybe a friend, but Sky People seem to have strange relations with their own people. Scotia had learned from their war that they struggle for power and cannot blink without being stabbed in the back and betrayed.

"Bring them home." Her voice was trusting, but hanging by a thread. She was certainly different from the others, despite also betraying the higher power, she cared for her people and genuinely looked out for them.

They trailed all throughout the night, and Scotia kept up with them, almost leading the way, until she realized she was getting ahead of them. Bellamy watched her fall back every time she got parallel to Finn and he wondered whether she would help them in the end if it meant something for her.

She stopped. A river stood between them and where she was directing them. Bellamy watched her turn her head to the side, looking with innocent eyes like she didn't know that it would be in their path. The rising water wasn't a task so easily overcome by the group. Growing up on the Ark, they never learned to swim, and the Grounder enjoyed watching them circle to form ideas.

"We just have to wait for it the run lower." Sterling suggested, and everyone turned to him, some with disapproval and others with direct annoyance.

Finn stared at the river while the rest of his companions took a moment to rest and come up with ideas.

Bellamy let the Grounder sit while they searched for a plan to cross safely. She had yet to try running away, and sat at the base of a tree waiting patiently. Anyone could tell she had led them here on purpose.

Bellamy grabbed his canteen, offering it to her but she was unmoving. "You need water." He told her, trying for civility between them. As far as he knew, she hadn't had water since they stopped at the river.

Scotia turned her head the side, quietly rejecting his offer despite how thirsty she was. She could endure without it. Even the idea of showing weakness to them and giving the impression she needed their help made her want to slash her eyes out.

He stood and threw the water back in his bag. "I know you speak English." He insisted.

Scoria knew his patience was wearing thin, he was no longer going to look out in her favor but she didn't need it. "I would not help you even if." She said, and Bellamy looked around at his group. Nobody else was paying mind to them.

Bellamy knelt down, trying to keep their conversation private. "Clarke helped you and your people before, the least you could do is help us get to them."

"Helped?" Scotia scoffed, rolling her head to the side and watching the river.

"Yeah, it's something people do—" He began to explain.

"I know what it is. And she did not help. Aren't we still at war?" She narrowed her eyes, questioning the boy on his definition of help. Their presence on the ground has made nothing easy.

There was a grunt that came from behind Bellamy. He turned to see Murphy on the ground and Finn standing over him. Bellamy left the Grounder to see what had happened between the two.

"Hey." Bellamy stepped in front of Finn. "What's going on?" He demanded and the other two Sky People stood at attention, suspecting the Grounder, but coming to the realization it was their own people.

"Get off me." Finn shoved Bellamy away and walked back towards the river. "We don't need his help." Finn shook his head as he stormed away.

Bellamy looked down at Murphy and could feel the Grounder's piercing eyes. Why would she help this pathetic group who couldn't even work together longer than a day.