We are Grounders

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖 - 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖

Braeya wearily scans the room, she is still bound by chains and beads of sweat roll down the side of her face, the wound in her leg has dulled down to a bearable throbbing. Bellamy sits between her and Lincoln, eyeing them suspiciously. Braeya inwardly rolls her eyes, glaring her won't change the fact that she won't talk. The sound of metal clanging against metal jolts Braeya out of her thoughts and she looks up to see Miller climbing up.

"Did you talk to the ARK?" Bellamy's words pique Braeya's interest, she had heard about the ARK from Murphy.

"I told Digg's mom the news, John's dad." Mid speech Miller cocks his head slightly to the side, subtly hinting that it was Braeya and Lincoln's fault for their deaths. "I'm supposed to talk to Roma's parents later."

"Thanks for doing that. I owe you." Bellamy responds and surprisingly, Braeya can tell that his words are genuine.

"Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by grounders, I just wish I could say we were getting some justice." Miller puts his hands on his hips and glances from Braeya to Lincoln meaningfully.

"We're not killing them." Braeya blinks, taken aback. She was sure that they weren't going to make it out of this alive. Miller nods and grabs a handful of blood before smearing it across Lincoln's face. Lincoln suddenly swings his head forwards and smashes it against Miller's, knocking him unconscious.

Braeya fails to hold back a quiet snicker, it was barely audible, but loud enough for Bellamy to hear who turns around to stare at her. Braeya can't read the expression on his face, but she almost kicks herself for slipping up.

Soon after Bellamy leaves, Miller decides to take a break and exits the room, a few moments later Octavia appears and Braeya eyes her curiously.

"Hi. We don't have a lot of time." Braeya's curiosity increases as Octavia closes the hatch. "I brought you some water." Octavia nods at Braeya before walking over to Lincoln with a bottle in her hands. "Here." After he finishes drinking Octavia makes her way over to Braeya and she gratefully takes the water, relaxing slightly as it soothes her dry throat. "It's good, right? I'm sorry I haven't seen you guys since everything happened." Octavia pauses to wipe away the excess water from Braeya's mouth before continuing, "My brother has been keeping me away. He's a total dick, which you probably already figured out." Lincoln smiles at her words and Braeya shakes her head in amusement. "You do understand me. I knew it. Well, at least let me get you cleaned up quick." Octavia takes her jacket off but Braeya tilts her head towards Lincoln, gesturing for Octavia to treat him instead of her. Whilst their torture had been bad, Lincoln had received the worse end of it.

Octavia nods and dips a piece of cloth in water and wanders over to Lincoln and begins to wipe away at the blood on his chest. "This is all my fault because I freaked out so bad when you locked me up in that cave. You'd totally understand why if you knew how I grew up."

"My name, is Lincoln." Braeya eyes widen although she isn't shocked at Lincoln's hoarse voice.

Octavia freezes at looks up at him, "Lincoln."

Octavia turns to look at Braeya expectantly. "Braeya," she mumbles somewhat reluctantly.

"Braeya," She repeats Braeya's name as she had done with Lincoln. "I'm Octavia." After the two grounder's silence, Octavia speaks up again. "Well, is that it? Is that all you're gonna say?"

"It's not safe for us to talk." Lincoln voice is just a low whisper.

"Well, if we shouldn't talk, then why did you tell me your name?" Octavia replies and Braeya wonders the same question.

"I want you to remember me, after I'm dead." After Lincoln speaks, Braeya's mind wonders over to when Bellamy said they weren't going to be killed, she wonders if he was telling the truth or if he was just saying it to give them false hope.