CHAPTER ELEVEN
PRISON BREAK
"i don't need the comfort of any lies"
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Originally Bellamy Blake had been with Monroe, Sterling, Murphy and Finn looking for Clarke, Dylan and the others, but when Sterling fell to his death in an attempt to save a friend of his called Mel and Octavia showed up to save them, Bellamy took it upon himself to make sure Mel got home safely. He would have told everyone, especially Dylan, that Octavia was well and alive, but Octavia told him not to tell anyone, at least not yet.

Apparently she was on a mission to find some grounder guy that had helped her a lot of the course of the last few weeks. Bellamy didn't get the details, but what Dylan had told him made him piece it all together. The grounder they were holding prisoner was most likely the one Octavia was looking for.

Dylan was beyond furious at him when she told him ecstatically that his baby sister was alive only for Bellamy to admit that he already knew. He had let Dylan believe the possibility of Octavia being dead somewhere. But Dylan was already too pissed off at her father to be mad at Bellamy ( even more so once Bellamy informed her that her father wasn't a simple councilman anymore, he was the current chancellor of the camp, somehow she had managed to miss that detail).

Bellamy had brought Monroe back to camp Jaha as she had been hit by an arrow that possibly was poisonous, with the help of Octavia. When they were close enough to the camp, Octavia took off, promising she would be back soon. Once Bellamy was safe behind the gates of camp Jaha along with Mel and Monroe, he had been reunited with Clarke.

Dylan had gone on a quest to yell at her father only to be informed that he was no longer in camp Jaha. He, along with a few guards and the grounder prisoner, had wandered off to negotiate with the grounders. Dylan couldn't believe how stupid they were. If anyone could negotiate with the grounders it was her. She had lived with them. There was no way her ignorant father would be able to pull any of this off. Which is exactly the reason she was currently in the woods camped out with Bellamy and Clarke.

     Reason number one for joining them was because she was an important addition to the team. Dylan had a hell of a lot more experience dealing with grounders. Reason number two, the guard would have thrown her ass right back into the cell if they caught her wandering the camp. Bellamy wasn't interested as being caught as an accomplice to her prison break.

A bonfire was the only thing keep the three warm. The yellow and orange lights flickers over their faces, highlighting how beat up the three of them really looked. Dylan hadn't stopped to take a good look on her two friends yet— they had barely been reunited for a day— but now she had plenty of time. Both Clarke and Bellamy had cuts and bruises littered all over their faces. Clark still had mud smeared in her hair, leaves and twigs making it look like a birds nest. A single tear slipped down Dylan's cheek as she recalled how all of them looked the day they returned to earth. Clarke's skin used to resemble porcelain, but now it was paler than ever, and she looked starved and malnourished. Her eyes had sunk deeper into the sockets of her eyes, and Dylan could only guess it was because of the traumas they had faced.

     Despite holding a higher rank in camp Jaha, Bellamy looked beat up and depressed. His face told stories, each scar and bruise telling their own tale, and each new wrinkle making it evident the stress he had endured over the past few weeks was traumatic. Dylan shook her head, letting her eyes fall back into the trance of the fire. The flames were so constant. No matter how Dylan was feeling inside, they would continue to dance romantically together, spreading light and warmth. It reminded her of Lincoln.

     She could recall the first time the duo camped out in the woods after what happened at the drop ship. Despite having picked up on a few things, Dylan was so very helpless in this big world on her own. Lincoln found it amusing how she pretending to know everything, yet failed miserably at simple tasks like making a bonfire. He had patiently taught her everything she needed to know. With everything going on in Dylan's life, Lincoln was probably the most constant thing she had right now. Despite only having known in for a considerably short amount of time, she knew she could rely on him. Trust him. That no matter what stupid thing she did, he would still be there to take care of her. Lincoln was selfless, caring and compassionate. He was everything Dylan wasn't and she loved that about him. Lincoln was like the flame guiding her in this new world when she needed it the most. Dylan was doing this, all of it, for him.

"Do you guys regretting getting sent down here?" Dylan suddenly said, breaking the deep silence that had settled between them.

Bellamy snorted sarcastically. "It's not like we had much of a choice."

Dylan arched her brows at him. "No, Clarke and I didn't have a choice. You actually did. But that's not my point. If we were back at the ark before all of this happened, and we knew it all then. . . Would you guys do it all over again?"

Dylan patiently awaited an answer from the pair sitting across from her. The crackling from the flames, an owl hooting in the distance and the hollow wind blowing through the forest was the only sound keeping the dark night's silence to swallow them all whole. Dylan leaned back, enjoying the peaceful sound. Lincoln had taught her how to listen. How to really listen to nature. It was like meditation, giving her a bigger sense of calmness than any drug could.

"Yes." Clarke suddenly replied. "I would have done it all again. I believe no one but us could have done it. All of us together made survival possible. We tried our best at keeping peace, and it worked long enough for the rest of the Ark to come down. Either way we would have ended up at earth. Might as well have been the first ones."

The Kane girl hummed in agreement.

"And not everyone survived the trip down from the Ark on the latest journey." Bellamy recalled. "Our chances at survival were greater on the drop ship. Besides, I did kind of know a lot of this when I decided to buy myself a ticket to the drop ship. Not the grounders, mountain men, toxic fog and war and all that, of course. But I did know there was a chance we wouldn't survive. I needed to be with Octavia, and I will always choose to be there to protect her."

Bellamy and Octavia's bond was something Dylan almost envied. She knew it wouldn't have ever been possible for her to have a brother or sister of her own because of the rules of the Ark, but she envied having that close of a bond with someone she shared blood with. But Murphy made up for her lack of family love. Murphy was her brother.

"I don't know if I would've." Dylan admitted. "Sometimes I think; what if I never had been there. Maybe some things had been different."

     Clarke leaned forward in interest. "Like what?"

     Dylan shrugged. "I don't know. Like, maybe things with Charlotte would have went down differently. Maybe Murphy hadn't gotten that angry because nothing would have happened to me." Dylan didn't like imagining what things would have been like if she just wasn't around. Those kinds of thoughts sent her down a dark path she didn't want to go down. The brunette wasn't a thinker by nature. Dylan simply choose not to think about the shitty things in her life. Because if she did, she would have been dead a long time ago.

     "I don't think it would have been too different." Clarke said. "Not that you haven't influenced certain things, or that your pretense haven't mattered. Just thst you can't control how people feel or react. Murphy would've probably still have reacted the way he did, and Charlotte obviously had issues that had nothing to do with any of us. What happened with Charlotte was no ones fault but her and her demons."

     It was a cold hard truth, but alas, it was true. It was scary to realize that things like what happened to the young girl just happened sometimes, and there wasn't really anything anyone could do about it.

     "I think Clarke's right." Bellamy agreed. His deep brown eyes locked with Dylan's. "I'm glad you've been here for the entire ride. If it hadn't been for you, war between us and the grounders would've escalated a hell of a lot quicker. And Lincoln has really helped us all out, thanks to you."

     "Yeah, you're right. . ." Dylan trailed off, letting her mind wander. Lincoln was probably still locked up. She made a mental note to hurry up back to him as soon as this whole mission of theirs was done. He needed a prison break out of there.

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     "Dylan Brown Kane. Five foot three. 105 pounds. She's pale, brunette and has blue eyes." Dante Wallace stood alongside his son, Cage Wallace, and doctor Lorelei Tsing. On a big picture in front of them the said girl was pictured. Dressing in ragged grounder clothes and painted in dark war paint, Dylan stood next to Delphia. The picture had been taken weeks ago. Dylan had no idea they had been following her.

     After taking Monty, Jasper and a few others, Dante Wallace, the leader of Mount Weather, had ordered his soldiers to keep an eye on the remaining teenagers. Dylan was one of those. Bellamy Blake was, in their eyes, a reckless kid who needed to control his impulses. They had no need for him, he was harmless for now. Clarke was too smart for them to capture agian, they'd didn't want to risk resources on her. But Dylan? She was perfectly reckless but still resourceful. Reckless enough them to easily grab. Resourceful enough for her to propose a threat to the people of Mount Weather. With his eyes glued to the screen, Dante realized how the girl had the power to unite the sky people and the grounders. And if they united, they all had the power to take on the mountain men. Right now, Dylan Kane was his biggest threat. She needed to be dealt with.

     "What do you suggest we do with her, father?" Cage was Dante's first born and only born child. He was everything but smart. He was head strong, impulsive and egotistical. A horribly dangerous mixture poured into a man with power.

     Dante remained silent as he pondered his options. He wasn't a bad man. He didn't want to kidnap this girl and harvest her bone marrow against her will. This girls wasn't like the savages roaming the surface world. She was a civilized intellectual. The man didn't want to kill her or forcefully drill into her. But he did have to neutralize her. And by now she was probably caught up on everything happening inside of the moutain by Clarke. That meant that she would never relent if they tried tricking her into staying there peacefully. She had to go, Dante realized. There were simply no other way.

"She holds the power to take us all down." Tsing reminded. "She needs to be dealt with. It's not long before she realizes that she can take us on if she joins the sky people and the savages together."

"The girl is basically already a savage!" Cage accused. "Look at the way she dresses, how she carries herself. We've been watching long enough to see that she's no longer like the other people from the sky. She's a savage, and the only thing that tell her apart from them is her bone marrow. Marrow that can give us all the opportunity to finally breathe in the fresh air, to walk on the soft ground once again! Father, she's enough to let you live outside of the mountain. That girl, is our ticket out of here."

Cage and Tsing was only confirming what Dante already knew.

"It's settled then. Find someone to go through with it, Cage. And for the love of all, make sure it's someone who won't mess up, alright? We only have one shot at this."

     And while Dante walked away from the plan now set in motion, Dylan sat cluelessly staring into the flames, finding comfort in the constancy of it all. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time suddenly erupted in her heart; peace and calmness.

     It's all going to be alright, she thought. Oh, how naive and clueless she was.

This time she was going to be needing one hell of a miracle. This was her biggest challenge yet, and it was entirely different from prison breaking with the help of Bellamy from a stupid cell. This time, there were no promises she was going to make it out alive.

But she was going to give it one hell of a fight, that's for sure.

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a/n

lol, i have literally spend a year between each update. i'm sorry guys. i swear i'm trying to be better. but one update every now and then is better than never, right? at least that's what i'm going to keep telling myself. just got from work, i currently work at both a cafe and a retirement home, but just quit the cafe which i've been wanting to do since forever and honestly can't wait to never go back there ever. anywho, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for more ! thankuu.

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