Into The Darkness ↠ Holarke ✓

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋
yet, despite the look on my face, you keep talking

WITH A JERK, Hope woke up, gasping for air, her eyes wide, but her vision was blurry. She blinked multiple times, trying to get used to the light that was shining through.

Through what, though?

Her blue eyes went straight to the light source, finding huge windows. She blinked a few more times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, and she began to look around the room she was in — her dorm room. Then, finally, her eyes landed on something — someone — in front of her.

"Alaric?" She mumbled and then pushed herself back into the headboard of the bed she was on. "What the—?"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he said, holding up his hands, watching her with wide eyes. "Wait, do I know you?"

Hope's mouth opened and closed, no words leaving her mouth. "I — I don't — what the — what is going on?" She couldn't get a full sentence out of her mouth, too confused and worried to comprehend what was right in front of her.

Alaric then chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry. Bad joke." He looked her in the eyes, "I remember everything, Hope. We all do... somehow."

Hope's eyes widened even more at this revelation, and grabbed her head which was pounding harshly. Probably due to the bright light she wasn't used to anymore. "I don't understand what is happening. How am I here?"

Alaric shrugged. "We don't know. We've been on the case since you guys showed up two days ago." He sighed and ran a hand through his beard. "All we know is that when you showed up, Malivore had completely disappeared. We're thinking whatever you did, it destroyed him once and for all."

Hope frowned. "What I did?" She shook her head, her mom auburn hair falling around her like a curtain. "I didn't do..." Her blue eyes widened as she remembered what had happened and who she was with. "Where's Clarke and Malia?!"

Alaric laid his hand on her shoulder and that's when she realized that she was no longer in Clarke's jacket, but actually one of her own shirts. "Don't worry. They won't hurt you anymore. We got them locked up."

"Hurt me?" She asked, more confused than ever. "What are you talking about? They never hurt me."

This time, it was Alaric's turn to furrow his eyebrows. "What? You're saying that they never hurt you?" When she shook her head, he frowned. "But, you weren't wearing your own shirt and you had dried blood caked on your back. That girl had blood splattered all around her. We figured..."

Hope shook her head, running a hand through her long hair. "No. Clarke gave me his jacket when we were attacked. Malia saved our lives while we were paralyzed." She then got up out of the bed, almost falling over, but Alaric was quick to grab her. "Where are they? I need to see them!"

Alaric went to protest, but saw her panicked expression, so he simply said, "they're in the werewolf—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, she was already out of the room, running down the halls, all the way to the basement. She paused as she heard them arguing, and peaked into the room to see them in a cell.

"Will you just shut your mouth?!" Clarke exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands around in a wild manner. "All you do is talk. Talk, talk, talk. Do you ever shut up?!"

Malia huffed. "Well, I'll have you know—"

They were interrupted as Hope laughed loudly, stepping out of the shadows. They both quickly turned to her and ran towards the bars that separated them.

"Hope!"

"You guys are idiots," she told them softly, shaking her head, walking up to the bars, as well. "Don't worry, I'll be getting you guys out of here." She held up her hand towards the door to the cage, and was about to mutter a spell to get it to open, when Alaric ran into the room, and grabbed her hand, stopping her. "Dr. Saltzman, what are you doing?!" She exclaimed as she turned to him with wide eyes.

"That's the man who locked me up with this idiot!" Malia shouted, gesturing to Clarke who mock-gasped and placed a hand over his heart, acting as if he was hurt by her words.

"As you can already tell, they're not harmful," Hope told Alaric, pulling her hand out of his grasp. "Plus, Malia is claustrophobic, she won't lost long in there without ripping Clarke's jugular out."

"Now, that's a thought," Malia mumbled, smirking over at Clarke who just glared at her.

"If you don't get me out of here, I will be the one to rip out her jugular!" Clarke threatened as he looked to Alaric. "I cannot stand staying in the same room with her anymore. I'm begging, please get me out of here."

Hope sighed as she looked between them. She felt like their mother right now. "Alaric..." She turned to the older man who was amused with the whole situation. "They're my friends. And I promise they will behave if you let them out."

"Says you, but if I see his face again, I might rip his throat out... with my teeth," Malia growled over at Clarke, her eyes glowing blue.

"Guys, stop!" Hope shouted and they both clamped their mouths shut, and turned to her with wide eyes. She then looked sheepishly up at Alaric. "They'll behave. Won't you?" She sent a look to the both of them which they quickly nodded at. "See?" She turned to Alaric with puppy eyes.

Alaric glanced between the three of them, both cautious and amused. "You better be right about them," he told Hope who nodded, before he pulled out the keys to the cage, and unlocked it.