Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Sixteen

BOLD = Trigedasleng

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Clarke and Aella took turns trying to break open Anya's cage and even worked together to break the lock, but it was stupid.

"I'm gonna get you out of here," Clarke said, determined to save her enemy. "Aella, find something!"

She ran back to the Grounder hanging upside down and her eyes caught onto a lead pipe that could be used as a makeshift crowbar if necessary, so she broke it off the wall ignoring all the sparks and returned to the angry blonde.

"Perfect," Clarke praised, grabbing the pipe and breaking open the lock, helping Anya out of the cage.

Before Anya was even free, Dr. Tsing opened the door and Clarke pushed Anya back into the cage before climbing in herself. Aella thought quick on her feet and hid behind one of the cages.

The woman went to what looked like a cooler to grab what appeared to be a blood bag before she turned and almost found Aella. Before that happened, Clarke hit the top of the cage she was confined in.

The doctor quickly turned around to find the source of the noise and walked closer and closer to the cage holding the blonde.

Praying that she wouldn't be too quick to turn around, Aella hit the empty cage in front of her and, lucky for her, one of the Grounders grabbed Tsing's hair, forcing her to go back. The doctor left the room with her pride intact and Aella wondered if the woman was just made of pure evil.

Clarke opened the cage and helped Anya out, holding up her left side before Aella swooped in and helped carry Anya on the right into a room. It had a sign about contamination or something, but they didn't care. 

The room was one of concrete with a single fan and a trap door on the floor, making the trio wonder what it did for a few seconds before the doors opened and swallowed them.

They slid down a metal chute into what could be a cart and hit something soft. 

"Clarke, you're elbowing my lung," Aella wheezed.

"Oh, sorry," she said, moving around a little and she quickly noticed the Grounder bodies lying in the cart. Aella covered the girl's mouth before she could instinctively scream.

All three began checking if anyone could possibly be alive in a worried way.

"Anya, take my hand!" Clarke said, holding out her hand to Anya as they climbed out of what looked to be a dumpster. Aella made her own way out by climbing the side, but she managed to hit the floor with her body, not her feet.

"Ow," Aella murmured, standing up.

"Hey guys, come on and get dressed," Clarke ordered, taking an armful of clothes from the pile on the floor. It was better than the hospital gowns Clarke and Aella wore and the undergarments Anya wore.

"She's right. We can't cover any ground wearing this."

"I won't leave my people behind," Anya muttered.

"Anya, now, listen to me. My people are still inside that place, too, but they have guards. They have weapons. Once we get out of here, we can find help. We can come back."

"There is no 'we.'"

A guy in the distance shouted something unintelligible.

"Someone's coming."

"Not just someone," Clarke said worriedly. "Reapers."

Their shadows were intimidatingly large, so when Anya attempted to grab a rock, Aella stopped her.