After a couple of days being forced to play prisoner to the Sky People, which was what Lincoln referred to them as, it began to get tedious and long, and Elektra wondered when something was about to change or happen as, so far, they seemed to lack on interrogation skills—if that was their plan for her, they didn't seem to mind electrocuting her brother or beating him senseless. Elektra kept beating herself up on how careless and foolish she had been a few days ago, which ultimately led to the position she was stuck in, with her brother no less. She should have left the girl out for the Reapers and just regroup with her unit, however, with some off stroke of luck, or possibly fate, she decided to go be a hero—if that was what she wanted it to be called. It didn't lessen the blow to her ego.

     With each day that passed, which seemed to get slower and slower, the more boredom set in. or it could have been the overwhelming anticipation of what was to come. The place that they had been kept in—the strange metal building with chairs, belts, screens of some sort, and latches, on the ground, that led lower down—was loud and uncomfortable. So, Elektra did give them props for that at least.

     It echoed. A lot. Whatever the building was, whatever they called it, was not sound proof, which made her wonder if her own people could hear during scouting or hunting trips. Every single time someone spoke or dropped something, or even walked, the sound reverberated violently, and along with the added pain she constantly had in her head, it was something that she would imagine an earthquake to feel like, but internally that is. Or even a tsunami, with waves that would smash against the inside of her skull, sending her brain to putty.

     Elektra could feel her energy, that was already low, to begin with, dwindle. As did her hope of getting out of the place more or less alive. Elektra knew she was weak, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could last.

     It wasn't unusual for Elektra to find herself at dead ends and in dangerous situations that led to her becoming hurt, or close to being hurt. It was a given due to the fact she was a hunter and scout. There were bound to be days where she would run into trouble on the job. But she had never experienced it quite like this. The metal container, which was what she settled on calling her prison, would often emit loud noises, even when the Sky People didn't cause them, and the ringing sound would shoot through her body like white-hot spears. If she had to guess, she was sure that it was a similar feeling to 'death by a thousand cuts' a morbid, yet necessary, tradition she had grown up with, and often partook in when they occurred.

     Only once had she been visited by Clarke, when she was there to clean up Lincolns wounds, despite his own protests about it while trying to get as far away from her as he could. Elektra didn't blame him. After all, he was locked up like a wild animal who would be experimented on, or sent to the slaughterhouse, she was in a no different situation. One could understand why he was so resistant to acknowledge any help that was given. He had always been that way. He was her brother, she had grown up with him, fought alongside him, and even had to patch him up and be patched up by himself a few times, so she saw just how hesitant and hot-headed he was when it came to strangers. Especially those who weren't born on the same planet. They did fall from the sky after all.

     Elektra had found that only Octavia was able to break down his walls and get close to him, much to the annoyance of Bellamy and the others. But she wasn't sure if his willingness for her to help comforted her, or enraged her.

     She had spent most of her time in the metal container with her head down, and her bloodied, aching, healing body, slumped, making the Sky People believe that she had been asleep the whole time, when really, she had been eavesdropping in order to get some intel that could be valuable, but it hadn't been of much use to her so far. Her Commander, Lexa, would want to at least know something of use to them when she returned. Or if she returned that it.

     There had been one time where Octavia had also tried to help her, but, of no fault of her own, she had made matters worse. Elektra could feel her, slightly, healed wounds reopen and bleed once more from her head and other parts of her body from previous hunts and scouting trips that went wrong.

     Clarke had told people, or demanded, that they were to stay away from Elektra while she had tried to figure out a way to help her, while keeping Elektra locked up at the same time and at a safe distance, obviously not knowing the full lengths as to which the Grounder would go to be free or cause a casualty of the Sky People side.

     A young boy, who Elektra had found out the name to be Nathan Miller, while she was silently listening, had been on guard, watching Lincoln and herself. He had tried to help her eat and drink every so often but ultimately failed each time as she spat it back at him, glaring. Of course, she didn't have anything against him personally, but he was a Sky Person and she was a Grounder, the trust between them wasn't exactly strong. There was no trust between the two groups, why would there be? She had been taken as a prisoner after saving two of their lives.

     Bellamy, however, was a different story altogether. At least, from what she assumed his story would have been.

     There was no moment at any point in the day where he would look at her, not even a sparing glance, it was as if she wasn't even there. Every time he would interrogate or torture Lincoln, his attention never drifted to her.

     If she didn't know any better, she would say that he was distancing himself from her, for whatever reason he claimed. Elektra didn't care very much, in fact, she was grateful, although she did wish it applied to Lincoln as well.





     One of the days had been slightly better. She could feel her body healing and regain its strength once again, but the process was very slow, which was a given due to the fact that she hadn't seen the healer since receiving the wounds, or Clarke as she was the Sky People's designated healer. The wounds that she accumulated would leave a few faint scars, which, in time, would fade or be replaced by overlapping scars.

     Thankfully, due to the healing, her headaches lessened and Elektra felt as if she could finally breathe again.

     It wasn't long before the room dropped in temperature, and she knew the night was settling in.

     Octavia had climbed up the latch, poking her head into the room, to, possibly, see Lincoln again. Or at least that was what Elektra assumed was happening. Miller, however, scrambled from his seat, in the corner, to push her back. Surprisingly, Octavia only spoke about not wanting to see Lincoln again, all while sending a disgusted look towards him, her eyes raking up and down his body with her top lip curled up.

     Before she left, she handed a bag of nuts and berries to Miller. Octavia then turned back to the latch and descended from the level.

     Elektra tilted her head at her sudden change of heart.

     Soon enough, Miller got up, stumbling, laughing to himself as he stared at his hands, climbing down the latch, mumbling something to himself.

     Seconds later, Octavia returned. With her, she brought a pair of jackets. After setting them down on the floor, she quickly made her way over to Lincoln, untying him while telling him about her plan of getting them both out of the camp.

     Elektra squinted her eyes, looking towards the latch, realising that she gave Miller Jobi Nuts.

     When Octavia had finished getting Lincoln untied, she turned to Elektra stepping forward. She was short of a step when Elektra grabbed the fabric and yank down hard, ripping the fraying fabric even more before it snapped off completely, and brought her arms towards her body. She breathed in deeply, unwrapping the fabric from her wrists as Octavia, in shock, let out a small, 'Oh,' before she picked the jackets back up from the ground.

     "Here, I grabbed what I could and came here as soon as I knew the coast was clear." Octavia looked up at Lincoln, who looked back at her wearily.

     After she held out a dark red zip-up hoody towards Elektra, she helped put on a larger leather jacket on Lincoln, as he was struggling in pain after the torture he endured. Elektra put the jacket on, gritting her teeth at how sore her arms had become from the pulling and the tugging from the fabric.

     "Don't worry, you won't get caught. Everyone is acting weird after eating the nuts and berries. My brother and the 'princess' are gone and won't be back for a while either, so that gives you time to get out unseen and back home." Octavia nodded. "Now let's go!"

     Before she made it to the latch, Lincoln pulled her arm back and brought her into a kiss. His hands rested on her cheeks as she kissed him back. Elektra rolled her eyes after he pulled back, leaving Octavia in a slight daze. She moved back over to the latch while Elektra picked her weapons back up, placing them back on her body while picking up the tin and her mask, securing them inside the jacket, having to leave the rest behind.

     Once they managed to climb down to the bottom of the metal container, Elektra noticed that the remaining Sky People in the camp were hallucinating from the 'Jobi Nuts' as Octavia had mentioned before. When they finally managed to sneak over to the side of the wall, near an exit, Elektra nodded to Lincoln, walking in the opposite direction he was going. If one of them was to get caught, it would have been better that they were alone. One prisoner was better than two. However, if Clarke and Bellamy had taken the rations of Jobi Nuts with them, it was unlikely that either Lincoln or herself would be caught again. But if they didn't take them, and they came back to their camp and saw they weren't there, then there was going to be a problem.

     She had been walking for a while, her feet were sore and her body felt stiff from the position she had been kept in the last few days. Her only hope was that Lincoln got back to his home safely and unseen by the Sky People. The walk back to her village took longer, a lot longer.

     Soon enough, she came towards an area she had heard Clarke and Bellamy talk about beforehand, and if her presumptions were correct, then both of them would be too drugged up to even notice her if they spotted her.

     Elektra began to hear someone pleading, in a strained tone of voice, from her left.

     She followed with cautious steps.

     Upon entering an area near a clearing in the woods, she noticed Bellamy, his face was bloodied and he was on his knees. Bellamy was tugging and pulling at his hair roughly, his eyes squeezed shut tightly before he opened them, she noticed how red they were from the tears that collected. Another Sky Person, who Elektra hadn't noticed before now, walked out with a long black weapon, similar to the one Bellamy had before, only a lot bigger, and it was pointed towards Bellamy.

     He had been too quiet for Elektra to hear what he had been saying to Bellamy, although she was sure that she wouldn't have cared about whatever it was if she could hear him. She noticed the weapons Bellamy had on the ground, further away from them, and closer to her.

     Something felt wrong.

     Why would one of his people turn on him? Was it an uprising? A rebellion? Or was it simply plain hate for his own leader?

     Elektra, being careful not to be caught, lowered her body to the ground, reaching out for Bellamy's weapon. When she picked it up, she was shocked at just how heavy it had been and aimed it towards the other boy's head, she had to use both hands to hold it up.

     Bellamy had tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. There was mud mixed in with the blood on his face. It also clung to the clothes that he wore.

     I'm not going to let him die like this, she thought, at least, not by another hand. Not today.

     She knew that Octavia still needed him, and seeing as her own brother had taken a liking towards her, it meant that Elektra had to keep her safe too. Even if it meant keeping the man, who locked her up as a prisoner, alive.

    This is going to bite me in the ass when I get back to Anya and the Commander, she scolded herself.

     But family was important.

     Elektra's thumb had found a part of the weapon that stuck out, it was closer to her and her thumb pulled it down. There was a click. The Sky Boy, who held Bellamy an arm's length away with the weapon pointed at him, turned around, obviously hearing the sound. His eyes scanned the trees, but he didn't see anything, so his gaze drifted back to Bellamy with a hard expression.

     Her finger found another hook on the weapon. Once again, she aimed it at the Sky Boy and pulled it back.

     The same echo that happened the night she killed the Reapers emitted from the weapons she was holding. It bounced around the trees, and she was sure almost everyone, from both camps, could have heard it.

     The Sky Boy dropped to his knees, dropping the larger weapons to the ground, while his hands grasped at his neck. He began to cough up blood. She watched as it flowed from his neck, staining his hands and jacket before he dropped to the ground completely. The sound of his struggling ceased and Elektra dropped the weapon from her hands, staring at it. Her hands shook and she bent to pick it back up, looking from the Sky Boy to the weapon.

     She quickly moved over to Bellamy, who kept his eyes closed, waiting for the darkness to swallow him back up, pulling him into the abyss.

     But that never came.

     Elektra dropped the silver weapon again on the ground in front of him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her knees, watching him closely. Her hands, although shaking, gently cupped his face, wiping the blood and mud off it as best as she could.

     Bellamy's eyes soon opened and fell to meet hers. His eyebrows creased together and he let out a shaky breath.

     Without thinking, Elektra pushed forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his shoulder. Her tightening hold on him brought him back to reality.

     Why did I protect someone who chained me and my brother up? Why did I protect the one who tortured my own brother in front of me? Why didn't I let one of his people kill him? He deserved it, they killed an entire village of innocent people.

     His arms wrapped around her body. His reluctance could have been due to the fact he wasn't sure if it was another hallucination, or if she was there to kill him as well. When his arms were wrapped around her, he sighed, tightening his own grip on her, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

     Elektra couldn't tell if she was the one shaking from shock, or if it was Bellamy from crying so much.

     "Bellamy!" Clarke yelled from behind Elektra. Clarke continued to call out his name before she spotted the two of them. "Oh." She stopped walking midway, frozen on the spot.

     Bellamy sniffed loudly, pulling his head up to look at Clarke.

     She was smiling at him and Bellamy smiled back.

     He pulled away from the hug, and stood up shakily, looking down at the Sky Boy who was surrounded by his own blood. Elektra grabbed the weapon and stood up, moving to the side, holding it out to Bellamy.

     "I believe this belongs to you," she told him, catching his shocked expression. "What?"

     "W-You can talk?" he looked from Elektra to Clarke, then back again. "You can speak English?"

     Elektra nodded slowly, not understanding why it was so strange to hear her speak.

     But then she remembered this was the first time any of the Sky People had heard her.

     "This," she started, lifting Bellamy's hand to place the weapon in it. "Is yours, take the block back."

     "The what?" He looked at his hand. "Oh, you mean the gun?"

     So, they are guns.

     Elektra nodded, backing away from him, looking at Clarke. Clarke nodded her head in appreciation, which Elektra hesitantly returned. Elektra didn't do this for Clarke. She did it for Octavia and her brother.

     Why would Clarke be thankful?

     She moved over to the boy, rolling him over onto his back. Her hands rested on his face, closing his eyes and she whispered, "Yu gonplei ste odon."

     Your fight is over.

     Once she stood back up, she began to walk back to her own camp again, but Bellamy quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

     "Look... I... Thank you," Bellamy struggled to speak, "for saving my life." He swallowed hard, looking at her face before his eyes locked with hers. "For the second time." He nodded. "I guess my first 'thank you' wasn't the best, but, I hope, us letting you go, will make up for it."

     "I'm leaving regardless of your blessing," she muttered to herself.

     She pulled her arm away from him, nodding. Bellamy zipped up the hoody she was wearing. "Stay warm, Grounder." He smiled gently before she stepped back from him.

     She was finally free.