Until We Go Down (The 100 Fanfic) [BOOK 2]

Chapter 14: Reap What You Sow

ELARA
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After meeting Bellamy, he leads us back to the drop ship where he stated they had Lincoln tied up...again.

"He's up here,"

We follow him up the ladder where we are met with a vile stench and the screams of a man who is filled with rage.

"Oh my God,"

"We didn't know what to do," Octavia tells Clarke and I.

Clarke takes a few careful steps forward to study Lincoln— our once calm friend had been turned into something unrecognisable.

Clarke shakes her head. "I— I don't know what to do,"

"I never knew Mount Weather was creating the reapers," I say.

"Me either," she responds.

"If they can do that—" I begin.

"Then what are they doing to our friends?" Bellamy finishes.

Octavia stands up, "Nothing good."

We watch for a while as Lincoln struggles to attack us. Luckily the restraints were holding.

"I hate seeing him like this," Octavia says.

"We'll figure something out," I try to reassure her.

Lincoln suddenly stops fighting and begins to convulse.

"Clarke?"

"He's going into shock," Clarke takes a closer look at Lincoln and her eyes trail down to his leg. "What happened?"

Bellamy looks to Octavia.

"I shot him. . ."

"He's lost a lot of blood, Clarke," Bellamy informs her.

I, too, take a step forward and notice the faint redness around a specific part of Lincoln's neck. "Hey, someone shine a light." I look at where the light hits and see the puncture wounds that line one of the veins on his neck. "He's been. . .drugged?"

Before anyone else has a chance to look, Lincoln tugs even more on the restraint which causes it to fly off the wall, hitting me on the side of the head.

My vision blurs as I fall to the ground. I can hear the faint shouts of my name and Lincoln's muffled screams. I wince at the pain as I lie on the cold metal floor.

I think he grabs ahold of someone, but I can't tell.

"Lincoln!" I hear Octavia cry out.

I try to push myself off the ground but the floor seems to sway beneath me.

Lincoln's blurry figure manages to free himself from the chains and I watch as Bellamy charges at him. Lincoln knocks him down and Clarke yells.

This was no longer Lincoln, this was something uncontrollable— a monster.

Once I'm able to get my bearings back, I force myself to stand. I grab a metal pole and in one swift motion, I swing and hit Lincoln in head causing him to tumble over and pass out.