The light in the room was slowly flickering, the white room becoming dark for a moment before becoming back white. Cora was sitting in a corner of the room, staring at the camera, recording her. She let out an annoyed huff as she analyzed the only colored object in the white room, a painting above the couch.
She tlited her head to the side, trying to interpret it.Something was off about everything here. Was she truly dead and now she's in hell? What an irony, hell's supposed to be with fire and black, not white and mediocre.
She saw a corner of the painting slightly loosened, Cora got to her feet slowly as she made her way towards the painting. It looked strangely loosened, her fingers slowly traveled to the loosened corner of the painting as she pulled it towards her, ripping off part of the painting to reveal another painting this time a somber one.
What was truly strange was the similarity of the camp in the painting. Why did it looked exactly like the camp they used to stay? The dropship, the steak house, the wall, everything was similar even shadows of people in it. The only difference was the shadows which looked like people falling from the sky, not people from the ground.
Suddenly she saw the door open and two guards entering the room. Cora quickly turned to look at them as a man which looked to be in his mid twenties entered. He was wearing a dark red suit with a blue shirt and a black tie. Cora raised her brows as she took a few steps away from the painting.
"Hello, Coralia. How are your wounds?"
The man said, gesturing with his head towards her now bandaged shoulder and knee. Cora looked at him with a blank expression.How did he knew her name?
Who he was? Where she was? The questions echoed through Cora's head. Everything was so confusing and odd.
The man extended his hand for a handshake as he gave her an odd smile.
"Cage Wallace."
Cora was silent as she didn't shook his head, Cage pulled his hand away.
"It's okay, I am sure we'll be great friends."
She analyzed Cage for a moment before crossing her arms.
"I am not."
Cage grinned amused.
"Looks like you can talk after all."
"Where are my people?"
Cora said with a stern tone and a blank expression.
"Don't worry, they're safe."
He said, taking a step closer to her, his hand reaching for her hair and tugging a strand of it behind her ear.
"But you aren't."
Cage said with an evil smile before taking out a sedative from his pocket. Cora furrowed her brows as she had no time to react before she felt her consciousness slipping away and her knees getting weak. The next moment Cora fell down on the white and hard floor, unconscious with a loud thud.
"Take her to the basement."
Cage said as the guards picked Cora by her arms and dragged her away, leaving a streak of blood on the floor behind her.
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The air in the woods was thick as he ran through the woods, a spear in his hand. He jumped over a wood log as he looked around for anyone when he heard someone calling his name.
"Bellamy."
He quickly attempted to attack with the spear before seeing Monroe and Sterling. He let out a quick sigh of relief.
"Get back down."
He said as they crouched down and hid behind the bushes while he looked around, his spear ready for attack.
"You were followed?"
Monroe asked.
"Quiet."
Bellamy said as he crouched down and looked at them.
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The 100 sacrifices
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