The 100 VI Wars Peak

Chapter 14 Octavia

She jolted down the street corners of Polis quite quickly. She was amazed that the streets were still in tact, and she actually saw a few buildings which were still standing. of course not high ones like the Polis tower, small cubic ones, that said "Library" and "Buffet" on them. Octavia finally reached it. Ost Fice. It was the name of the building Ivor wanted Octavia to get to. She made sure her sword wasn't fully in her holder, she slid it out half way, in case she'll need to slide it all the way. Up the steps she went, giving a few hard knocks on the door. The door opened quite quickly, as if the person was waiting for her to knock. It was a woman, with red hair. Her hair was braided back into a bun, with two sticks intersecting, plunged in the hair. The woman looked old, and wore rags. 

"Chon Yu Bilaik?" The woman spoke, tilting her head. Octavia has been studying their language. When she was camped out back at the Dropship, one of the Grounders that was there taught her Trigedasleng, a few phrases and translations. Octavia believed the woman said 'Who are you?' 

"AI Laik Oktevia Kom Skaikru...and I need something." Octavia replied with a bit of snazzy attitude. The woman looked quite surprised at her. 

"skaikru. The new forged peace...What do you want?" The Woman snarled. She crossed her arms. Octavia noticed the amount of tattoos and markings, it made her want to have some of her own. 

"Ivor sent me, he wanted me to get something called a fix. Said someone named Pyro has them here." Octavia felt nervous, about all of this. It was nearly dark in polis and she was roaming the destroyed streets. This side of Polis was trash, nothing looked good, there was no shops, all the weirdos must lurk around here. 

"Ah yes, hold on..I'll be back." The woman turned and vanished inside the home completely. As Octavia waited, she noticed certain aspects of this neighborhood. A poor little Grounder child was in the street barefoot, playing with a half deflated red ball in front of a puddle of musky water. The sunset was so beautiful, it made this part of Polis honestly look beautiful. In the background you saw the Polis tower, behind all the cubic destroyed houses. It reminded Octavia of what a new time their in, the new mood to everything. The sun was an apocalyptic yellow, a revenant of War itself. Finally, a man arrived at the door, wearing an old dark blue faded hoodie, the hood up, and a bandanna around his mouth, not revealing much of his face. It was odd to see most of the Grounders in lounge-wear and not always armor and battle clothing. 

"My partner tells me Ivor sent you, he said he needs a Fix?" The man blinked both of his eyes, in one eyes, he had a crystal blue kinda tint to his pupils, in the other eye, it was snowy white, not one black dot, just albino. It must be something to do with the radiation. 

"Yes, Ivor did send me..mind if I get it right now? Sorry, I have to get somewhere, So please just give me it." Octavia had a rushing tone. Pyro seemed to like it. He turned back to a dark hallway behind him, where you could see the shadow of the woman which consulted with Octavia a few minutes prior. 

"Elizabeth! Get me the Passage vial." Pyro hollered loud enough for her to hear. Octavia felt more uncomfortable by the minute, she noticed the little boy in the streets was gone, but the half deflated ball still remained. She winced, seeing the woman come up behind Pyro, dropping a small vial containing a green liquid right in Pyro's palms, and he did the same for Octavia. "Give this to Ivor, tell him this time may be on the house, but next time he will have to pay his worth...If there ever is a next time." Pyro sighed, giving a slight wave to Octavia before pushing his wife back inside the home, closing the door gruffly. 

Octavia slid the vial into her pocket, and began marching down the street, passing the haunting deflated ball abruptly. Something about it sent chills down her spine, it made her cringe in displeasure, and somewhat reminded her of her own childhood. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it reminded her of her long lost Mother. Aurora her Mother was named. How she loved her. Octavia's childhood may have been shit, but she always had that tender motherly love shining down on her. Through the floors, and through her skin, and deep to her heart.