Beautiful Tragedy

Three

Kayleigh POV

Slipping back into Polis was easy..
Too easy.

The guards weren't looking for anyone sneaking back in, but for those trying to get out. As for everyone else, well they were crowded else where listen to Roan drone on.

After ditching the radio I had one singular focus. To do what my mother said.

Azgeda would never stop, not unless someone made them. In a way it was almost like being back on the Ark, only there was no locked door to my cell. I couldn't remember everything that happened during my earlier years, when my mother was still alive. I knew at one time the guards would come in and she'd make me stay inside the shower, hands over my ears so I wouldn't hear, eyes closed so I wouldn't see.
Only after leaving their dead outside our cell so many times did they stop coming. They feared my mother, feared what she would do to them if anyone else dared to enter. She did that, no one else. It was because of that fear, she lived a little longer, until they found another way.

So I would do the same. Only it wouldn't be just the monsters that feared me, it would be everyone. They had to know if they searched for me what would be waiting for them. If they went after those I loved, what I would do in return. Nothing would keep them safe. Not the gates encircling the city, not the sentries on guard, not closed doors.

That's what I told myself anyway as I tied the rope around the dead mans feet, in preperation of stringing him up, to hang with the others.

Another nameless face.

This wouldn't hold them off forever, I wasn't naive enough to believe that. But by the time I was done it would be enough that they would think twice before coming to look for me. It would give me time and that's all I needed. Enough time to have my son.

I didn't remember taking the chip, but I remembered everything before then. Remembered Luna's promise.

I couldn't be a mother, I couldn't be his mother. That was the truth. He'd never be safe with me-us. To save him, protect him I had to let him go-let them both go. Bellamy would never agree, he'd never let us go.

Bellamy... I think to myself as I pull the rope taunt, the muscles in my arms burn from exertion.

I was pulling away from him, he knew it too, could feel it in the way he held on to me, when I caught up to them earlier. Could see it in his chocolate brown eyes, the frustration, the sadness, and lastly his anger. His anger wasn't directed at me, at least not yet, but it would be.

You won't be around to see it...

No, I wouldn't. It would be one of my greatest regrets, not saying goodbye to him. Disappearing from his life, taking his son away from him. I wish I could say I'd regret what I was planning, but I couldn't. My sending him away to Luna, I was giving him the only thing I could.

He would be free of all this, be free from me, and everything that followed. He would be loved, protected, safe. Everything I never was, everything I never could be.

"That's enough, Kayleigh girl." My mother calls out from behind.

Turning I see her nodding approvingly of the now hanging bodies. As I tie the end of the rope to a thick piece of wood to keep the bodies in place, I watch from the corner of my eyes as she approaches the bodies.

"You mimicked your war paint on their faces.."

"Its how they recognize me.. In a few hours, they'll know it was me-

"And what will happen if they come searching.. Good. Now it's time to pay the new King a visit."

Third Person POV