Calliope Cooper was turned in at only twelve years old and she was locked up for being a second born child. At seventeen she is sent down to earth along with 99 other delinquents and a guard leaving her best friend up at the Ark. Will she be able to...
Cal grabs a weapon from Lincoln's wall and purses her lips at the hook type thing. It's like a reaper hook, but not from the stories. Cal hides behind the wall and swings the hook at Lincoln walking back in, but he blocks it.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"Teach me how to fight." Cal responds, standing in front of him, weapon raised.
"This is how you want to learn?"
"Yes. I learn the hard way. Now fight me." Lincoln sighs and grabs a different weapon from his wall and swings at her. The weapon gets logged into the hook of hers and she pushes back at him, unhooking his weapon.
"You asked for it." He says, before he slices her shoulder a little and Cal smirks.
"Playing dirty? Let's go."
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Cal winces at her best friends screaming from the pain of the hot knife closing up her wound. Cal sits on a chair near Raven's head, holding her. "That should stop the external bleeding." Clarke says, putting the knife on a metal tray.
"I don't understand." Finn says. "How did Murphy get a gun?"
"Long story." Bellamy replies.
"We got lucky." Raven says. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead."
Cal looks down at her confused. "Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke asks and Raven nods. "Enough to build a bomb?"
"Enough to build a hundred bombs," she sighs. "If we had any gunpowder left." Cal looks back up at everyone.
"Let's get back to the Reapers." Bellamy says, holding Lincoln's sketchbook. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
"Not this enemy." Clarke says. "We saw them. Trust me, it's not an option."
"There's no time for this." Finn says and turns to Clarke. "Can she walk or not?"
"No. We have to carry her."
"The hell you will." Raven says, sitting up, making Cal let go of her. "I'm good to go."
"Hey, listen to me. That bullet is still inside you. If by some miracle, there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe, but you are not walking there. Is that clear?"
Raven nods reluctantly and lays back down. Cal's hands finding her shoulders again and kisses her forehead and Raven leans into it. "I'll get the stretcher." Finn says, walking off.
"Can't run away fast enough, huh?" Bellamy asks, which makes Finn walk back to them. "Real brave."
"Dying in a fight you can't win isn't brave, Bellamy, it's stupid."
"Spoken like every coward who's ever run from a fight." Bellamy walks in front of Finn as he says it, stopping directly in front of him.
"All right, that's enough." Clarke says, making them stop. "It's time to go."
