Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

5; we don't have the choice to stay

Sunday, 11:46 AM

A look of aghast crossed Clarke's face as she looked toward the place they heard the scream come from. A thick grey smoke slowly began to hover in the air right above the place where the car crashed, making it almost impossible to distinguish it from the smoke that was already there. Without hesitation, she dashed off forward, hoping that it wouldn't have been too late to save the person driving the car.

Finn and Wells quickly followed after her, and soon Finn exceeded her. She was still limping from her own car accident, so it's not like it had been something very hard to do. Once he was close enough to the crash site, he slowed down and glanced at Clarke.

"God dammit!" A masculine voice suddenly yelled from the smoke, followed by many other curse words.

"Are you okay?!" Clarke asked, unconsciously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were glued onto the only exposed part of the car, which was tinted of a dark navy blue.

"No!" The person yelled again, frustrated. "But a little help would be v-very appreciated!"

Before stepping any further, Finn looked at Clarke, who gave him a small nod. Seconds after seconds the smoke was slowly fading away, and soon, their eyes fell on the face of a young Asian looking boy, whose face was quite familiar to Finn. A small red cut decorated the corner of his forehead, but other than that he didn't seem to have been damaged anywhere else other than his legs, which seemed stuck under the car's dash.

"Monty?" Finn asked with a frown, recognizing the features of one of Jasper's good friends, who would only share chemistry class with him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, and then noticed the white knee length laboratory coat he was wearing. That's only when his eyes spotted the dark red stain covering part of his left side.

Clarke immediately hurried toward the young man and attempted to open the car's door, before looking back at Finn. "You know him?" She asked her brows furrowing even more.

"Finn Collins I s-see," Monty said as he eyed Finn for a while before closing his eyelids in pain.

"Yeah, we share a class and Jasper." Finn paused as he looked at Clarke, and then continued talking when he realized his sentence could've sounded quite suspicious after the look Wells gave him. "I mean, we share the same friend, who is Jasper."

Clarke nodded slowly before glancing back to Monty.

"I was... I was participating to a s-science exposition at the lab... And then..." Monty informed the small group as he opened his eyes again, which seemed to reflect fear. "T-then the storm s-struck, and somehow we lost p-power, and..." He coughed, now almost out of breath.

"Hey, it's okay, we're going to get you out of here," Clarke gently told him as she covered his shoulder with her hand.

"Y-you must leave now!" Monty continued, his voice lifting out of fear.

Even though the boy's reaction was quite odd, Finn motioned Wells to come closer so he could help him carrying Monty. "We're getting you out of here first."

Clarke simply stood still as she watched the boys, trying to steady her respiration again.

At some point they managed to get Monty out of his car, and then placed him on the asphalt so they could observe the state of his legs. Multiple cuts and scratches decorated his black pants, as if he had been attacked by some sort of wild animal. "T-they attacked me..." Monty whispered as his eyes filled with water, his body almost trembling.

"Who did?" With a frown, Clarke carefully brushed the wet hair covering the boy's forehead. She also noticed the large red stain on his side.

"The p-power was out, and..." Monty was almost struggling to take another breath, as the air would barely fill his lungs by themselves. He coughed violently in his sleeve, and when he pulled away, both the corner of his lips and his sleeve were coloured of red stains. His situation was only getting worse and as much as she had been living with a doctor all her life, Clarke couldn't understand what was happening to him.