[ BOOK ONE ]
Sawyer Wesley fought to survive everyday of her life. On the Ark, it was either comply or die. To put it lightly, Sawyer was never one to throw in the towel. She did everything in her power to live in a world that awaited her death. And...
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SAWYER TOOK a deep breath as she parted the parachute that fell in front of the dropship. She knew that she was in for one hell of a conversation with Clarke. But she had to do it. She needed to save Jasper from whatever, whoever, it was that took him, and bring him back alive. Her gaze scanned the nearly gutted and dimly lit bottom level of the structure, finding the girl in question squared off with Wells in the center of the room. The boy had a makeshift pack in his hands with some kind of bandage placed on the wound inflicted by Murphy.
"Good. Give it to someone else. You're not coming with us," Clarke stated and made a move to turn away, but Wells was not taking no for an answer.
"My ankle's fine."
"It's not your ankle, Wells. It's you," Clarke sneered in his direction.
Sawyer decided that was the perfect moment to interrupt. "Well, it's a good thing I'm here then," she voiced, stepping further into the lowest level.
Clarke set her gaze on the Wesley girl with her eyes narrowed. "You wanna help?"
"Of course I do," Sawyer exclaimed. "Jasper is one of my people, and I take care of my people. Despite what you might think of me now, I'm your best shot right now."
Clarke pondered her words for a moment and then questioned, "how do I know I can trust you enough to do this?"
Sawyer rolled her eyes. "The only reason I agreed to take of the wristbands was to say fuck you to the Ark. Now that I know that its dying and that everyone aboard along with it, the plan stops."
"That's it?" Clarke questioned, still skeptical about the girl in front of her.
Sawyer shrugged. "Yeah. I'm not a monster. I'm not going to let the innocent people up there die because I'm angry with the way privileged law-enforcers handled our lives." She moved to the side of the level to grab the stash of supplies she had begun to acquire with the help of the rest of the delinquents. She swiped one of the many dropship metal blades already created and then turned to the Ark Princess with a grin on her lips. "Now, are we doing this or what?"
Clarke stared at her for a long moment, before she relented. "We're doing this." She took a step toward the parachute covered entrance until the Ark Prince spoke once more.
"Hey, wait," Wells called out, capturing their attention. "You came back for reinforcements. I'm gonna help."
Before the blonde could retort, the parachute covered entrance was pushed aside and allowed two figures entered. "Clarke, he's right. We need him," Finn voiced as he moved toward the blonde. "So far, no one else has volunteered."
