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Aleta was still pretty out of it when she groggily woke up. She blinked rapidly as her eyes tried to adjust to the white room that she was in. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying in a bed instead of the hard ground or metal dropship floor. It startled her but she was still too exhausted to move, despite her attempts to do so. Aleta's eyes dropped closed and she took in a breath.

The bed that she lay in was comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable. Her eyes felt extremely heavy but she finally managed to force them to stay open. She felt weak but managed to sit up and took in the room that she was in.

It was completely white and extremely bright. A medical tray was abandoned at one of the far walls. The remaining contents of the room were unfamiliar to her. She looked around the room again before looking down at her arm. An IV protruded from her arm and connected to it was a tube. She could see her blood flowing out of her body and through the tube.

Panic began to spread through her and she quickly began to take out the IV. She could barely feel her fingers and because of this, managed to, unintentionally, rip it out to harshly. Her blood spilled out of the injury she caused and she hissed. She placed her hand over the hole and slid out of bed, landing on her side. She grunted and slowly got to her feet. She was barefoot and linoleum floor was cold. She followed where the IV tube led to see a bag of black liquid, hanging from the IV stand. Her blood.

The bag was barely filled, meaning they, whoever they were, had just begun taking blood out of her. She hoped that there weren't any other bags of her blood around there. She looked around the room for something sharp. Her eyes landed on the medical table again and she shakily walked toward it. On the table, she spotted a scalpel. She shook her head. "Idiots," she muttered.

She briefly leaned against the rolling table and took a breath, feeling lightheaded. She grabbed the scalpel and walked back over to the IV tube. She stabbed the scalpel into the tube and cut it open, her blood spilling onto the floor. The blood collected in the bag was next and she repeatedly stabbed it until the scalpel cut into it. Dragging the scalpel downward, she cut it open. The black liquid spilled onto the once white floors.

"Good luck using my blood now," she muttered. Her head was pounding and she closed her eyes at the pain, lifting her hand to her head. She felt a stinging in her upper arm and noticed the bandage wrapped around it. She looked at it in confusion before remembering how she got it. The grounder.

The battle began to slowly trickle back into her memory. All the way until the canisters were thrown at them and the red smoke began to choke and suffocate her. Where the hell am I? Where are my friends? Aleta moved to the door of the room. She grabbed the handle and quickly turned it. It didn't budge. Of course it didn't why would it? The door had no window or anything, so she couldn't see anything outside of the room she was in.

The white outfit she was wearing was now coated with her black blood. Aleta looked down at herself before back at the door. She began to bang on the door and yanked on the handle. "Hey! Let me out of here! Let me out!" She continued to bang on the door.

A lock on the door sounded and unlocked and Aleta stumbled back, clutching the scalpel in her hand and raising it. The door opened and someone in a hazmat suit entered. "You're not supposed to be awake," she said. Aleta's eyes narrowed, "Where am I?"

"There's no need to be afraid, Aleta. We won't hurt you," the woman said, wearing a smile. "How do you know my name?" Aleta asked. The woman ignored her question and looked at the mess of blood on the floor. Aleta noticed her expression change behind the mask of the suit. She quickly placed a smile on her face again. "You've made quite the mess," she noted.

"Oops," Aleta deadpanned. The woman walked further into the room and Aleta held the scalpel out. "Don't come any closer," she threatened. The woman held up her hands. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she assure. "What do you want with my blood? Why were you taking it?" Aleta asked. "You just get straight to the point, don't you?" The woman said.

"Answer the question." Aleta took multiple steps toward her. The woman held up her hands higher. "When you were brought in, we saw that your blood was... different. We took a tube of it to run tests and it seems to be linked with a genetic disease. We took more of it to try to figure out how to reverse the effects before it was too late for you," the woman finally said. It was a lie, but Aleta didn't know that. Though, she wasn't entirely sure she believed the woman.

"How do you know it's linked to whatever disease?" She asked next. "We've seen this before," the woman replied. "Oh really? You got proof?" Aleta questioned, "Because I don't believe you." The woman laughed. "What's so funny?" Aleta asked angrily, the scalpel being clutched tighter in her grip. "You strike me as more of a leader type than your friend Clarke," she stated.

Aleta blinked. "Where is she? Where am I?" She asked. "All of your questions will be answered. Just let me take a look at you and stop that bleeding," the woman replied. She walked forward and Aleta walked back. The woman sighed. "I'm not—"

"Gonna hurt me. Yeah, you said that already. But I still don't believe you," Aleta interrupted. The woman's jaw locked, her façade beginning to slip. "How much of my blood have you taken?" She asked next. Something was off. Why the hell did they need that much more of her blood to test or figure out some sort of cure for this so called disease? How long had she been out? Why did they keep her unconscious long enough for them to test her blood and figure out this whole thing? None of this was adding up.

"None. All the blood that we were collecting is on the floor. We only had a small vial before. That's all," she replied. Aleta narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Let me help you stop the bleeding and you'll be taken to your friends," the woman promised. "I don't need your help to stop the bleeding. Just give me some bandages and I'll do it myself," Aleta said.

The woman nodded and went to get some bandages. Aleta watched her every move and kept the scalpel raised as she took the bandages from the woman's hand. She pressed some against the crook of her elbow before tightly wrapping the rest around to keep it in place.

"Take me to my friends," she demanded once she's done.

"You have to meet the president first," the woman replied.

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Aleta was taken out of what she learned was quarantine and down many corridors. She was led into a room and left there. She looked around the room. It thankfully wasn't bright like the medical room she was just in. She felt uneasy as she looked around it.

The door opened again and an older man walked into the room. Aleta eyed him cautiously as he came in. He gave her a smile, which she didn't return. "It's good to meet you, Aleta. My name is Dante Wallace. I'm the president," he introduced, holding out a hand. She didn't shake it.

"Where are we?" She asked and he chuckled. "Dr. Tsing told me you were a straight to the point kind of girl," Dante said. "You gonna answer my question or not?" She questioned next. "We, are in Mount Weather," he answered. Aleta looked at him in surprise. All this this time, there had been survivors in Mount Weather too. She shouldn't even be surprised at this point. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked. "We we're trying to help. Despite what you might be thinking, we saved you all," he replied.

Aleta laughed bitterly. "You were trying to help? Where the hell were you when we were fighting those grounders? You've been watching us, right? That's how you knew my name and where we were. So if you wanted to help so bad, where were you when my people were being slaughtered? Where was your help? Why didn't you come 'save' us before, huh?" She asked, her tone accusing. She was fuming.

Dante sighed, "I'll be honest with you, Aleta. I don't have an answer to your question." She scoffed. "I suppose, we didn't want to interfere before. And we didn't know much about you or your people. If you could be trusted. But after seeing the battle, I knew we had to," he continued. "Looks like you do have an answer," she pointed out bitterly.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "How many of my people are here?" She asked next. "Including you? Forty eight," he answered. She took a breath. "We looked for any more survivors and are still looking. If there are more of your people out there, we'll find them and bring them here," Dante assured.

"What if they don't want to come here?" She asked. "Then they don't have to," he replied. "Does that mean that we can leave?" Aleta asked next. "If that's what you want, yes," he responded. She eyed him suspiciously, unsure if he was being genuine or not. "You're not a prisoner here, Aleta. None of you are," Dante continued.

"I want to see my friends," she told him. He smiled, "Of course. But first, you should change." He motioned to a dresser with, what Aleta assumed to be, clothes. "And don't try to break off any heels to use as a weapon. Your friend Clarke already tried that," he added. "Then why not just take the heels out of that thing?" Aleta asked, pointing at the rolling dresser.

Dante only laughed, "Touché." He then exited the room. Aleta timidly walked over to the dresser and opened it. She looked through all the clothes. They were so strange looking, not something she was used to seeing. She pulled out a shirt and pants as well as a jacket. She lowered herself down to the bottom of the dresser and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes and socks.

Aleta looked around the room before taking off her shirt. She was quick to put on the clean one, feeling as if she were being watched, which made her uncomfortable. She pulled off the white pants and pulled on the dark wash ones. She pulled on the socks and shoes before standing up fully. She walked to the door and opened it.

Dante was waiting patiently outside of the door. He smiled when he saw her. "Let's go see your friends, shall we?"

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Welcome back everyone! This is the first chapter of season two, whoo! Not much happened in this chapter but things will pick up. I hope you all enjoyed it. Be sure to vote.