Chapter Forty Seven

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"Attention sheep! I'm here to kill your Sheppard

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"Attention sheep! I'm here to kill your Sheppard."

My feet landing on solid ground I stumble when I notice its uneven underneath my boot

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My feet landing on solid ground I stumble when I notice its uneven underneath my boot.

And... and it's grass.

Flickering my gaze up I realise where we've portalled. The oxygen farm. Trees encircle the open field where barricading has been put into place. War barricades. Rigged up with barbed wire panic shoots through me at the sight of the Disciple army. The stretch along the barricade in their masses. Guns locked right onto Octavia, Clarke, and I.

Hands raised cautiously when we're ordered to drop our weapons, I breathe shakily "This is soooo the last time I listen to you, Clarke."

"Oh bite me, Avery."

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"SHUT UP!"

"I don't know Clarke", I mutter with a roll of my neck, gazing over the door lock mechanism "I think Shaidheda's got a wonderful talent." From the sharp glare, I feel on my back I don't think she's appreciated my comment. Between Shaidheda in the cell beside us singing in utter monotone, my staring at the lock, and Octavia's silence I don't think any of us are up for the entertainment of the year. Although I'm just glad they decided I wasn't threatening enough to isolate...again.

My stare set unrelenting on the control access pad in front of me, I listen to Clarke irritably growl "We did all of that just to end up back here. Locked in a cell next to Shaidheda."

"Hey", Octavia tries to offer Clarke more comfort the I "We'll get Madi back." When Clarke remains adamantly silent in her rage, Octavia shuffles off her mattress "Think about it. Someone brought us over here. That means we have help on the inside." Glancing over my shoulder I have seen her perch beside Clarke "It's just a matter of time."

"Thank you", Clarke seems to set aside her frustration for the moment, sincerely adding "For offering to come."

Quietly, I listen to Octavia claim "Hey I get it now. What she means to you... it's what Hope means to me. What I meant to Bellamy."

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