Imagine request for WillowRose99
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__________________________________Water soaked your skin, hair drenched. Even after the hours of this, you still tried to push the liquid from your lungs, coughing wildly as the grounders stood before you with annoyed glares.
"Where is Octavia Blake." The voice held every shade of annoyance, but the small smirk indicated the man actually enjoyed what he was putting you through.
"I told you, you bastard. I don't know." You coughed, eyes trained lazily on the ground. With a simple wave of the hand, your body was lifted from the ground, a strangled scream tearing from your throat. Eyes hovering over the bucket of water, you held your breath, your face being submerged in the liquid. Bobbing you up and down, they ensured the air left your lungs, finally bringing you up when the water consumed you.
And that's where they left you, for the second day in a row. Thin clothes soaked completely through with water, wet hair laid out on display. You thought it would never end, you were convinced this was the way you would die.
But gun shots rang through the air, the seemingly forigen noise catching your attention. Your head snapped up as the doors flew open, two fimiliar faces staring in at you.
"Will?" Bellamy rushed in, Murphy trailing him closely. Standing on either side, they tried to help you stand, your mind weak and oxygen deprived.
Quite frankly, you couldn't remember the rest of what happened. But the bright light that blinded your eyes were fimiliar, the lab that they used for research so long ago coming into to view.
"Will!" Monty's voice was the most recognizable out of the mix of noise. He immediately dropped what he was doing, running to your side. "Will, baby, are you okay?"
"What are we doing here?"
"She doesn't know?" Raven asked, eyes drifting to the girl. Murphy and Bellamy exchanged glances, before their eyes focused on you. "Primfiya. We don't have much time, less twenty four. We're going back to space."
"Space? Why?"
"You see the problem with the bunker. Plus, we don't have time to make it." Clarke spoke up.
"Never thought we would be going back there." You muttered to yourself. "Well, what do we need to do?"
"You need to rest." Clarke quickly dismissed your thoughts. "You've been through a lot, just a little bit of rest will do you good." Monty nodded in agreement, and you knew between the two, there was no arguing. So you reluctantly stood, Monty close by your side as he led you upstairs.
"Do you need anything?"
"I'm fine Mont." You reassured him. But he stood by the door, watching as you situated yourself comfortably. "Do you?"
"I just don't want to leave you. But Raven-"
"Go." You smiled gently, the boy returning the gesture before he walked out. Settling down in the bed, the actual bed, it was fairly easy to fall asleep. But what came after the sleep was the hard part.
Feet swinging off the edge of the bed, you carefully snuck towards Monty's bag, careful to not make noise. Digging through your boyfriends belongings, you finally came up with the one weapon you knew he kept inside. Pushing the heavy doors open, your eyes wide in anticipation, you waited.
A flash, a blurred figure caught your attention. Gripping the knife tighter in your hand, you turned the corner, trying to find the mystery person. Another flash of a figure, you whipped around, running through halls like mad. And finally, someone was in your sights, their figure a blur.
"Will?" A voice from behind made you jump, the figure suddenly disappearing. Whipping around, you lunged, not able to stop yourself.
You had the grounder by the throat, and voices began to fill the air. Quickly flipping them around, you pressed the blade against his throat. The grounders all stalled, hands held out in an almost defensive manor, right where you wanted them.
But it wasn't what you thought, not at all. "Wait! Wait! She's not awake!" Clarke yelled out, arms held out before her. The others shared a look, before their eyes focused in on you. And she seemed to be right, dazed eyes, paired with the sudden aggressive manor. "Monty, pinch her. Do something to wake her up."
Terror flowing through his veins, Monty did as said, trying any possible way to wake you from this nightmare. That's when your eyes focused on the room around you, the looks of utter terror stricken on the faces of your friends. Your other senses woke up, and you realized what a mistake it was for you to end up with this group. Fingers curled around your wrist, you looked down to see the shaggy raven hair, the boys eyes trained forwards.
"Oh my god, Monty." You gasped, quickly dropping the knife, hands shooting up to your face. "I-im sorry. I don't know-"
"Will, it's okay. I forgive you." He spoke lowly, reaching out for you. But you quickly pulled away, fleeing from the room to avoid any and everyone's gaze. "Willow! Hey, open up!" Monty's voice carried through the door, but you never moved from your spot. Knees curled up to your chest, you wiped the tears that continued to fall down your cheeks.
"Monty, just- I'm not opening the door. I'm not going to space either." You yelled out. Hearing what you could only assume was his back sliding against the door, you leaned your head against the wall, frustrated that he wouldn't give us. "I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else "
"I tried to wake you from a night terror. It was my fault-"
"No it wasn't. Just go away Monty, please." You begged, dropping your face into your arms. But he never left, sitting silently outside the door, back pressed against the cool metal. Some time in the night, Raven made her attempt to whisk the boy away. His eyes turned up, reddened and puffy from the obvious tears shed.
"I'm not going."
"Monty, don't do this."
"I've just got her back, I'm not losing her again." Monty quickly dismissed her ideas.
"Just, get out of the floor at least. Go sleep, maybe she'll talk in the morning. It's a lot to wake up after being in a tortured daze." Raven sighed, offering the boy her hand. He reluctantly took her hand, shoulders dropped as he walked towards another room.
Feet pounding on the steps, Raven gave a small shrug to the watchful group. Each one knew what that look meant. They knew that it meant they were losing two very important assets.
With a low sigh, Murphy started up the steps, eye searching his surroundings. After being certain that no one was watching, he gently knocked on the door. "Hey, open up. I know you're scared, I know what you've been through. Let's talk."
~*~
Clad in a space suit, the others watched as you walked down the long set of stairs. "I know that I haven't done my part here, but when we get up there, I will without hesitation."
"Still one job left to do. Get Monty's ass down here, in a suit. We need to leave as soon as possible." Raven spoke up, her movements focused on a million other things. Brows pulled together, you immediately booked it up the stairs, searching each room for the boy.
And you finally found him, laying on his back, arm rested over his eyes. "Go away Raven." He huffed as the door opened.
"Monty, what the hell are you doing? Get your suit on."
"I'm not going if you arent-" his voice trailed off as he sat up, seeing you in the suit. A sense of relief flooded through him as he jumped up, pulling you into his arms. "You changed your mind."
"Yeah, as long as you're willing to work with me that is. I'm sorry for what I did." Pulling you back into his embrace, Monty kissed the top of your head, squeezing you tight. "Now come on, we have to hurry along."
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