Rook {B.B} (3)

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Demons (12,2)

Unlike what Clarke had said, they didn't arrive at the armoury. Worrying both Bellamy and Tyra to the point where they rather stood in the centre of Arkaida, waiting for anyone to turn up. Only they still didn't show signs of life, as if Bellamy and Tyra had been the only ones left behind in the deserted camp.

But just when the two were about to go back inside to find the group, they heard loud coughing come behind them. Clarke and Loukas being the cause while they stumbled their way into them.

"Clarke..."

"Loukas!" The two ran over to their respective worries, Tyra falling to her knees on the moistened ground while she attempted to keep Loukas' coughing body upwards.

At first, he allowed himself to let Tyra wrap her arms around him to give him comfort. But as soon as he looked up at her, the practical copy of his father's face in a more feminine version. Loukas pushed her away, rather sitting alone on the ground while he regained his breath.

"I'm fine." Tyra pressed her lips together to try to mask her hurt expression at her brother shying away from her. But she still wouldn't pressure him into anything.

"What is it? What's going on?" Bellamy seemed significantly more panicked than any of the remaining three were. His eyes darting between Clarke who was grasping his arms for support and Loukas sitting against the ground while he wafted at his nose as if a particularly foul smell had made itself into his nose.

"Emerson." Tyra vaguely remembered the name, if she recalled correctly, he was part of the Mount Weather security, the one Tyra and Clarke had threatened before they marched all together against his people.

Tyra didn't know his motives for attacking them yet, but if she were him. Tyra would be seeking revenge.

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Once Loukas and Clarke got their breath back, they immediately ran back inside to go and find the rest of their friends. Bellamy and Loukas leading at the front with each of their respective weapons at the ready, while Tyra and Clarke took the rear in case Emerson tried to surprise them from behind.

"Where's Monty?"

"Emerson took him. But why?" Tyra shrugged next to Clarke, peaking over Loukas' shoulder into the next corridor, only to find it empty.

"Many reasons. He could be trying to pick us off one by one, or use him as a hostage to achieve one specific person to pay attention to him."

"Octavia, can you hear me? Come in." No reply came from Bellamy's radio. Though knowing Octavia's grudge against him, it was still possible she was ignoring him purposely.

"Jasper was with her."

"Jasper, are you there? Say something." Still no reply, and Jasper surely would've answered. Which meant that was three unaccounted for, if Tyra didn't count Miller, Harper, and Bryan as well.

"Miller, Harper, Bryan. This is all my fault. I let Emerson live." 

"What are you talking about?" Bellamy asked as they began moving once more, keeping their footsteps silent in case Emerson was close-by.

"In Polis, I had a chance to kill him, and I let him go."

"Bellamy, what's wrong?" Before anyone could think of comforting Clarke or even agree with her, Raven interrupted through the radio. Which at least gave them the tranquility that not everyone had been taken by Emerson.

"Raven, are you ok? Where are you?"

"Still in Engineering. We're fine." Clarke grabbed the radio from Bellamy's hands while he stood watch through the corridors with the Trikru siblings.