The 100: Nightblood

Mount Weather

Clarke

Clarke paced herself around the white room, repeatedly glancing at the camera. She looked out the window to see Miller who had been across her room was gone and someone in a hazmat suit was cleaning it out.

"Where's Miller!" she shouted, pounding on the door but the person ignored her. She turned, going for the pole of her IV, and whacked the camera down before breaking the glass of the window.

Reaching through the hole, her arm scrapped against the shards but she ignored it, twisting the handle. She grabbed another shard and approached the worker, pulling off their mask and pinned them against the wall.

The girl who looked the same age as she was breathing heavily and held up cautious arms. "Where is Miller?" Clarke interrogated, shoving the piece of glass under her chin. "I-I can take you to him," she stuttered and Clarke pushed her out.

Keeping the weapon in her hand, Clarke followed the terrified brunette down cemented hallways and into an elevator. She kept her pinned to the side of the box as the girl clicked the floor button. The wires started to pull them up and the doors opened, letting them out.

Clarke wrapped an arm around her neck as she walked towards an opening down the hallway. When they turned, hundreds of people turned in shock and a table of her friends stood.

"Clarke," Luisa called out. "Let her go." Her eyebrows raised with a nod and she slowly let the girl go who rushed into someone's arms.

She was taken to the medical room from the gash in her arm and the doctor patched her up. She stayed quiet when she left and a man with security measure and the girl she threatened came in, pushing a dresser.

"Dante Wallace," he introduced, lending out a hand. She saw black ash covered his finger and she checked them. "You must be a painter," he smiled and she set down her hands. "This is Maya Vie," he said about the girl standing behind him. "I won't be pressing any charges," she said.

"I just want to assure you that you're not in danger," he told her. "What if I want to leave?" she asked. "It's safer here than out there," he said. "I already explained to your friend, Luisa Kane, that the people of the Ark will be brought in when we find them." "How do you know her name?" she questioned. "We know a lot of things, Clarke Griffin," he smiled.

Dante motioned for something and Maya opened the dresser to a rack of fancy clothes and shoes. "Get dressed and meet us outside," he said before they left.

Clarke scanned the inventory and picked out capris pants and a jacket, putting on comfortable shoes. She grabbed a heal and snapped the end, shoving it inside her sleeve.

She stepped out of the medical room and trailed beside Dante as he uncontrollably talked. "Why can't you guys leave?" she interrupted him. "Not all of us have adapted to radiation. Your people adapted in space as the Grounders above us but we stayed indoors," he explained.

The elevator opened up but Dante stopped her, setting a handout and she reluctantly placed the heel in his palm before stepping in. She waited for the shaft to stop and they stepped out, walking down a hallway and a door opened.

Inside, the small number of remaining delinquents jumped down from bunk beds and hugged her. "Hey, Monty, Miller, Jasper," she whispered. When she saw Luisa standing the furthest, she ran into her arms.

Luisa

Luisa pulled back, holding her hands, and smiled warmly at her, "It's okay." The doors opened again and the son of the leader, Cage Wallace, entered with wide arms.

"Welcome to Mount Weather," he greeted. "Will the forty-nine of you like to join us in the mess hall? I'm sure it's getting bored in here." They started to cheer following him out and the two stayed in the back as they went to the main dining area where people were reading, playing games, and classical music strummed in the corner.