{CURRENTLY EDITING/SLIGHT REWRITE.}
Ainsley Ashter was a freak-show. A psychopath. An absolute and utter maniac.... Or so they thought.
She was imprisoned at the age of thirteen when she murdered her parents using nothing but the metal leg of her b...
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AINSLEY HAS LONG SINCE GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO BEING ARRESTED, long before they decided to do it again. It's bullshit, but hey, at least there's no surprises. Kane has been coming every couple hours to interrogate her to the point that she's growing sick of seeing his face. It's always the same questions; How many Grounders there were, what exactly happened, and why couldn't the delinquents win? The questions were so laughable. They can't be serious, can they? Of course, the stand-in Chancellor would never admit that they sent children down to Earth to their death, and expected them to come out on time during a war.
Kane pulls up a chair, sitting in front of Ainsley. He stares at her for a moment too long. She can see it in his eyes, how terrified he is of her; of what she could do. He's right to be scared, Ainsley thinks, but not in the way he most likely is thinking. He clears his throat and she just waits for the onslaught of questions.
"Now, you said there were hundreds of Grounders attacking. 200, 300?"
"Hm, sorry, Chancellor," Ainsley says, cocking her head to the side with a small mocking pout. "Do you usually count when you're in battle?"
He ignores her retort, and continues his line of questions, "Why do you think they attacked? What provoked them?"
"Does a bunch of teenagers falling from the sky count?" Ainsley scoffs. "We were here. That's enough. Now, don't you have something better to do, Kane? The others are still out there, kidnapped by the enemy and you're here questioning me on the motives of people that I only ever saw when they were killing us?"
"Search team is prepping to leave but not before we've gotten the intel we need from you."
"Bellamy should be on that team," Ainsley states instead, looking at Kane intently. If she knows Bellamy, he would want to be on this team. Those are his people.
"Thats out of the question. He's not trained and it's too dangerous."
"If they were your people, you'd do what was necessary to bring them back. They're Bellamy's people. He should go."
"They're my people, too," Kane says. He looks at her with slight pity, seeming to read something in her eyes that Ainsley doesn't even know herself. "You want to help them? Tell me what we're up against… Grounder tactics, their numbers, what kind of weapons they used."
