Raise Hell || The 100 [sequel to Hell and Back]

01 | Level Five

Livid.

That was exactly how I was feeling over the course of the hours that had passed since I woke up in this white room. I screamed and banged at the door, praying someone would had seen me in the camera and would let me out of this locked room. No one came. No matter how loudly I screamed and cried out. I didn't know what this place was exactly and I just wanted to see my people again-- to see Jasper and Bellamy again.

Bellamy had to be here.

I pushed myself away from the blank, white wall and crossed the room to the door. Peering through the round, cut out window, I stared across the hallway at Jasper's opened door to his room. My fingers latched around the door handle as my mouth fell open. The room was empty. The bed inside of his room was made up with no signs of Jasper nearby.

I slammed my right fist against the door and yelled out, "Jasper! Jasper?"

Where the hell was my brother? If the people here did anything to harm my brother, I would do twice as worst to them. No one was allowed to lay a hand on him. I wouldn't allow it.

I screamed louder and pounded my fists against the door.  I took a couple of steps backward until I had the black camera in view. My hands waved around in front of it, hoping I captured whoever's attention that was watching me.

"Where the hell is my brother?" I shouted at the camera again. "What did you do to him? Where are my people?"

I spun around in the room, silently deciding I wasn't going to wait around any longer for someone to come to my room. Quickly, I scanned the room for anything I could use to break out of here with. The ceilings were too high for me to try and climb through the vents. My eyes locked on the IV stand next to the bed I woke up on. In a matter of seconds, I managed to pull the stand apart and held the upper, metal pipe in my hand.

I was getting out of this place and planned on finding my people. My grip on the pole tightened as I drew it back, ready to ram the end of it against the glass. A moment of hesitation passed through me as I saw a familiar blonde head of hair pass by my door.

"Clarke..." I breathed in shock.

She was wearing a similar outfit to mine, except that wasn't what caught my attention as she passed by. Clarke had a broken piece of glass held in her hand, pressed up against some unknown girl's throat. Did she break out of her own room, like I was seconds away from doing?

Without a second thought, I slammed the end of the pole against the glass of the door. The glass broke into large pieces and left enough of a jagged hole for my hand to slide through, unlocking the door. I pulled my arm back through the hole, gasping in pain when a sharp piece of glass sliced through the pale skin of my forearm. Blood immediately began to stream down my arm. I ignored the sharp, stinging pain in my arm and forced the door open, stepping out into the hallway.

"Wren?"

I sharply twisted around to the right, noticing Clarke and the other girl not too far away down the hallway. I grimaced at the small piece of glass I stepped on. "Clarke." A relieved feeling washed through my body at the sight of her. I wasn't fully alone.

My eyes floated down to the brunette girl held against Clarke's chest. She was quietly crying to herself, dark eyes repeatedly glancing down at the slightly bloody and jagged piece of glass in Clarke's hand. A close replica of the cut on my arm was seen on Clarke's, as if she had broken out of her room the same way I had.

The two of us shared a look, silently understanding that we needed to find the others. The brunette girl looked at me with a pleading look, like she wished I would do something to stop Clarke from holding her hostage. I pressed my hand to my bleeding arm and walked up to the girl with a determined look in my eyes.