When I was returned to lockup, I had been informed that Kane had been sentenced to death. I felt like I was going to be sick even hours later as the rest of us awaited our fate.

"This can't be happening." I muttered, nervously tugging at my fingers as paced back and forth.

"Avery," Kane called, "You need to sit down, you're going to wear yourself out."

I stopped my pacing and turned to look at him, "How are you not freaking out?" I demanded, my voice rising in worry, "He's going to kill you, Kane."

It was Lincoln who answered my question. "We're not giving up." he promised, shooting Kane a comforting nod. But despite Lincoln's optimism, I could tell he was worried. If they were willing to sentence Kane to death, what was going to become of the rest of us?

I let out a defeated sigh, dropping into the empty spot on the bench beside Lincoln. Everyone remained silent as I pushed my hands to my face, a million thoughts running through my mind. We were too far gone, and I really didn't think we could figure out a plan that saw all of us escaping alive.

And then, my mind went to my brother. What would Finn think of all this? Would he find a way to get us all out? Would he reprimand me for even getting involved in the first place. I felt tears brim in my eyes at the thought of him. I wished he was here. I wished he was here to tell me how stupid I was for getting caught, or perhaps how proud he was that I stood up for what was right. But I knew I would never hear any of that. I would never hear my brother's voice again- Pike's speech to me earlier was a dark reminder of that.

My thoughts of my brother were interrupted when footsteps approached lockup. I pulled my head from my hands, quickly wiping the tears from my eyes just in time to see Pike and his men appear in front of the cell door. My eyes quickly found Bellamy, and when they did I noted that he looked just as distraught as before.

I tore my eyes away from him and watched as Kane stood, expecting to be whisked away to his death. However, Pike denied him and instead looked to the rest of us.

"Each of you," he began, his voice carrying across the cell "Is guilty for the same crimes as Kane, and as such, you will share the same fate. Death"

It felt like I had been shot in the stomach as it seemed like the room was spinning. We were going to die.

One of the Grounder women stood, asking something in Trigedsleng. Lincoln stood as well, putting out a hand to calm her.

He then approached the cell door, and Sinclair and I both stood as well. My heart thudded in my chest, my knees weak beneath me as I listened to Lincoln explain that his people were innocent in all of this. And he was right, they were. They did not deserve to die here.

Bellamy, surprisingly piped in from behind Pike, "Lincoln's right Sir. All they did was run through an open door, same as we would have if we were in there."

My eyes flickered to his for a brief moment, he met my gaze, his eyes steady.

Pike thought for a moment, his eyes scouting the Grounders for a moment before he nodded, "I believe that to be true."

His eyes remained locked on Lincoln the entire time, "Kane, Sinclair, Lincoln and Avery, as the leaders of this coup, you will pay for your crimes with your lives."

It felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I was going to die. This time there was no getting out of it.

"Sir!" Bellamy argued, his eyes ablaze, "Avery wasn't a leader in this, she wasn't even-"

"Your girlfriend," Pike announced, cutting Bellamy off with force, "Has had much more of a role to play in this than she would like you to think." he shot back.

He then met my eyes, daring me to challenge him. When I didn't say anything, he spoke again, "Executions will be carried out at dawn."

I felt numb as I watched he and all of his men walk from sight, all but one.

Bellamy met my eyes, "I'm not going to let him hurt you." he promised, his voice low.

I shook my head, clenching my jaw as I took a small step back. "It's too late, Bellamy." I announced with a cold tone. "It's time for you to live with the consequences."

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This wasn't the first time I had faced death, and I was certain that if we managed to escape it, it wouldn't be the last. but for some reason, I felt that there was no escaping. This time, it felt more certain. And that horrified me.

I sat on the hard ground, my knees pulled to my chest as my back pressed into the cell wall. I numbly listened as Kane and Lincoln spoke to each other, their voices low. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter anyway.

My self induced exclusion from the conversation was ruined when Kane looked over to me, still in the middle of whatever he was saying to Lincoln. I could tell that his words now applied to me too. "Death can be an act of unity." he announced. "We don't show fear." His words were meant to be uplifting, but I couldn't help but feel fear.

He gently ran his fingers over the brand on his arm- the one marking the coalition that would have been. "The people will remember."

I thought about what his words meant. I wondered who would remember us, and would the memory of us be enough to stop Pike. I then thought of Bellamy. All he would have left is the memory of me. He would lose his sister because of this, maybe not physically, but I knew mine and Lincoln's death would cause a rift between the two siblings. Maybe one that couldn't be repaired.

I swear Pike planned his arrival times, because they always seemed to coincide perfectly with our own talks of death.

"Chancellor on deck!"

A small gasp of fear flew from my lips as the words echoed through the cell. It was time.

Kane was instantly on his feet, joining Lincoln and Sinclair who were already standing. I remained on the ground, afraid that if I tried to stand up my legs would give out from under me. I was terrified.

"Avery." Kane's voice was soft as he extended his hand for me to take. I could tell he felt guilty that I was in this situation. But it wasn't his fault. I'd have fought back against Pike even without Kane. Hell, if I hadn't of had him I probably would have been caught a lot sooner.

I took his hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet as Pike and his men approached the cell. I watched from the corner of my eye as Lincoln said something to the Grounders in Trigedasleng. It sounded like he was trying to comfort them.

"Get back!" Pike yelled as he and his men entered lock up. "Up against the wall."

I scanned the group of them, and quickly noticed that Bellamy was missing. Maybe he finally decided he didn't want to be apart of this. I found it kind of sad that it took me dying for him to realize he was on the wrong side.

I didn't put up a fight. Instead, I stood silent and still as the guards fastened cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

I remained silent as they dragged the four of us from lockup, directing us down the corridors. My silence was full of fear. Each step we took I knew I was one step closer to my death. My silence was also full of sadness. Despite the anger I felt toward him, I was heartbroken that I wouldn't get to see Bellamy before I died. No matter what, I loved him.

"Make way." Pike snapped at an oncoming figure.

"Yes sir, Mr. Chancellor." I recognized the voice before I could see her face. It was Harper.

I quickly caught her eye as I was directed past her. She didn't give anything away with her facial expression, but deep within her gaze I saw something that gave me a glimmer of hope.

My hope was quickly squashed when a voice came through Pike's radio. "Sir, you were right. Octavia Blake is here and she's not alone." It was Hannah, Monty's mom on the other end of the device.

I felt my heart drop, fear coursing through my veins at the prospect of Octavia being caught trying to save us.

Pike spun to look at us. "On their knees!" he snapped. His orders were quickly obeyed, all four of us being forced onto the ground.

Pike brought the radio to his mouth once again. "Do you have a location?"

It was silent for a moment.  "Negative, sir."

"Sir," Bryan spoke from somewhere behind me. "We can assume her friends have already told her where we're taking them. We shouldn't go any further until we know the route's secure."

Looking around briefly, Pike seemed to consider his options before finally nodding. "Put them in there." he ordered, motioning to one of the rooms. "Lets go! Move."

I was yanked to my feet, one of the guards pushing me toward one of the rooms. A small grunt escaped my lips as he shoved me through the door. "Is all the pushing really necessary?" I mumbled, turning to glare at him.

The guard ignored me, but instead raised his gun slightly. Tough guy.

"I want two men on the door!" Pike ordered, his voice holding a certain urgency. "Anyone comes out of there, shoot to kill. Anyone enters this corridor, one warning, then shoot to kill."

I couldn't hear the rest of his instructions to his guards, as seconds later the door was slammed shut.

Silence settled across the room, all of us scared to speak. We all had hope that all of this was happening because we were going to be saved. But deep down the fear lingered.

Minutes after the door had been slammed, footsteps could be heard from the corridor. I felt my heart skip a beat as I took a small step back. Lincoln met my nervous gaze, giving me a small nod as he took a small step in front of me.

The door swung open with so much forced I jumped in shock. My eyes widened as I looked past Lincoln. There in front of us, was Octavia Blake.

My heart swelled as I stared back at my best friend, quickly noting the unconscious guards on the ground beside her. She was here to save us.

She had her arms wrapped around Lincoln in seconds, holding onto him as tight as she could. Their embrace didn't last long however, as she quickly pulled away to look at the rest of us. "We have to move."

I glanced into the hallway. "Where? Tavia, they're every where."

She gave me a sly smile as she bent down and wordlessly moved one of the floor tiles aside. "Everybody in." she announced, nodding toward the crawl space under the Ark.

The three men shared nervous looks, I mean it did look pretty tight. I let out a low laugh, not wasting any time in lowering myself down.

Once lowered down, I looked up to the group with a small grin. "Feels like home."