Prisoner 345 (book 2) The 100

CHAPTER 7: Log Into An Abyss

Me, Lucas, Octavia and Bellamy had dragged Lincoln into the drop ship. We were on the third level when Clarke climbed up the ladder. As soon as Lincoln saw her, he started thrashing against his restraints, yelling in a way that sent a chill through me. Clarke took a startled step back.

"It's okay, it's okay. He's been restrained," Bellamy assured her, though Lincoln clearly didn't care. He kept struggling like his life depended on it.

"I can't believe we're back here again," Clarke muttered. Lucas shot her a confused look, not understanding what she meant.

"Can you help him?" Octavia asked. She looked really worried, and I noticed the way Lucas subtly shifted closer to her, as if to comfort her. Yeah, he definitely had a crush.

Clarke shook her head, frowning. "I don't know. I knew Mount Weather controlled the Reapers. I had no idea they were creating them."

"If they can do that to Lincoln, what are they doing to our friends?" Bellamy said, his voice grim. The weight of his words settled in my chest like a rock. Jasper, Monty, Miller; they were still trapped in that mountain. What if they were next?

Lincoln's body jerked violently, his whole frame convulsing against the restraints.

"He's convulsing," Clarke said, her voice laced with urgency.

"What does that mean?" I asked, shifting uneasily.

Clarke moved closer, eyeing his leg. "What happened to his leg?"

Octavia hesitated before answering. "I shot him." She sounded guilty, like she hated admitting it.

Clarke barely reacted, too focused. "Clarke, he's lost a lot of blood," Bellamy pointed out.

"Can you shine the light on his neck?" Clarke ordered. I grabbed the flashlight and aimed it where she was looking.

"Needle marks,"" she muttered.

"You think he's been drugged?" Bellamy asked.

"Maybe," Clarke said. Before she could say more, Lincoln's arm ripped free from the restraints. In one quick motion, he grabbed Clarke and shoved me aside.

Lucas was instantly at my side, helping me up. Octavia tried to pull Lincoln off Clarke, but he threw her back like she weighed nothing. His other hand tore free next, and Bellamy barely had time to react before Lincoln tackled him, pinning him to the ground.

Lincoln didn't stop. He kept punching Bellamy, over and over. Octavia tried again, but he knocked her away. My heart was racing, I had to do something. My eyes landed on a heavy metal pipe. I grabbed it and ran straight for him.

With all my strength, I swung and cracked it against his skull. Lincoln collapsed.

I froze, gripping the pipe tight.

"I didn't kill him, did I?"

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Lincoln was tied down better this time. His arms and legs were completely secured, but he still twitched every now and then. Clarke knelt beside him, checking his wounds.

"We have to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out," she said. "Hold his leg down."

Bellamy and Lucas moved to hold Lincoln still while Octavia knelt beside him, trying to offer him water. The moment she brought the cup to his lips, Lincoln lunged, biting her hand

She yelped and jerked away, spilling water everywhere.

"I'll get some more," she muttered, voice tight with frustration. I felt so bad for her. Bellamy did too and stood up to face her.