No return from here

[Aedan]

The next few hours consisted of being strapped down to one of the beds, practically screaming out inaudible words after countless hours. He gave everyone a fight when they pulled him out of the tunnels, his struggles hardly ceasing. It was safe to say Aedan hadn’t coped as well with the treatment in Arkadia at first. His days consisted of screaming, struggling out of his binds, and the craving for more of the red drug. He didn’t want to deal with this. He wanted a temporary escape from it all. Unfortunately for the former reaper, it didn’t seem plausible.. Not with the straps keeping him tied down to this bed. The days only seemed to grow longer and longer as they were spent tied down, only remembering vague one sided conversations with the people of Arkadia. As far as he could tell, it wasn’t something he was particularly considered about at the moment. Why would it when he still had the red drug in his system?

It wasn’t until a few days later that Aedan was slowly beginning to stir into consciousness once again. The battle to return to normal, especially with the treatment the Skaikru had given him wasn’t an easy task. Not when he had recently underwent the Cerberus Project. Swallowing dryly, he opened his eyes as he glanced around the room tiredly. With the drug still being kicked out of his system, he had been out of it for a great deal of time. Despite the grogginess he felt, Aedan turned his head slightly to peer over at the figure standing nearby, back turned to him in conversation with someone else. Taking in a small breath of air, he shifted in his binds for a moment as he debated his words careful. “Drein daun..” Aedan pleaded, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Right.. They wouldn’t understand his words. “-- A drink.. I need a drink, please.” He hurriedly explained, throat incredibly parched whether it was by the constant screaming or something else he didn't know.

With Aedan beginning to stir with consciousness, he couldn’t keep himself from stirring with concern. “How.. long is this necessary?” Aedan questioned, voice fluctuating between a softer and shaky tone. He wanted out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what would happen to him now. His memories weren’t terrible. No, the details could easily be told in a series of deeper thoughts. He screwed up terribly. A Reaper.. There was no coming back from that, and yet here he was. What happened? “What did.. you do?” Aedan questioned, the liveliness in his features now replaced by sorrow. “I..I can’t be here. I can’t.” He rambled on, repeating his previous struggles as his voice grew frantic. What would his commander think of him now? His village? Who did he hurt when he became one of the Reapers? The thought wasn't one he wanted to indulge in any further than that, but.. if he hurt someone, especially one of his people.. Releasing a shaky breath, Aedan shook against the binds once more as his facial features contorted with fear and mild panic. "Sis au..! Sis au!" Screams for help hardly ceased to escape the former reaper in midst of his struggles, induced by a sudden fear of isolation and deep regret. What did he do? 

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aedan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

As per part of their agreement, they were to take the Reapers and help them revert back to who they were before they were turned. It was not an easy task. One Reaper in particular, had taken days . . . which, wasn't uncommon. It was a similar situation for Lincoln. The amount of restraints they had to use on him, the yells that he let out; the way he had suffered through withdrawal . . . it had been difficult to witness. Despite Bellamy's lack of familiarity with the current Grounder gone Reaper they had it still was difficult to hear the man's cries. The yells of pure agony. Bellamy had enlisted himself as being one of the guards for him. So day after day, he heard him. The sounds forever embedded into his mind. But as he was speaking to another Arker, filling them in on the situation, he heard the male say something in Trigedasleng.

Bellamy was learning the language but he was nowhere near fluent. He turned his head to look at him, the man quickly turning his words into a language that Bellamy could actually understand. Hope flickered in the guardsman, as he moved toward who now seemed to be a Grounder again, reaching for a cup of water and cautiously moving it towards his lips. "Here," he said, titling the cup and thus its contents into the man's mouth. "As long as it takes so that you aren't a danger to anyone, including yourself." It was for both the others protection, as well as the man's own protection. It was as honest of an answer that Bellamy could give him, not knowing how long something like this would take.

It was understandable that the man had questions, inquiring as to what happened, what they did . . . panic consuming him as he fought against the restraints, causing Bellamy to take a step back. The man seemed more coherent though; more aware than he had been before. He was at least forming words now, rather than the inaudible grunts that Reapers seemed to frequently communicate in.

"Hey, calm down," Bellamy attempted to reassure him, his voice stern but calm, setting the cup down as the Arker put a hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him. Or, the touch would just further provoke him. It was a risk Bellamy was willing to take. "We're not going to hurt you. We're trying to help you." Whether it was believed or not . . . another uncertainty. "What's your name?" At least if they had something to refer to him as, apart from a generic patient name . . . it could help calm him. Bring him back to his true self.

[Aedan]

Monster stuck in your head  words: ###. tag: Bellamy Blake . notes: sorry about the delay! It wasn't supposed to be this way, not in the slightest. Aedan should have been on his way back to his home, eager to begin the task of mending a fragile relationship the hundred. He wasn't supposed to be craving the Red Drug nor be strapped down to a bed, struggling against the makeshift shackles. He should have been home by now. Instead, his mind was racked by memories that seemed more like nightmares and the strong craving for a drug that was no longer existent. He needed a drink- something, anything to get his mind off of what happened the last few days. With the stranger tilting the cup towards his mouth, Aedan eagerly drank every last drop- hoping it would soothe the ache in his throat. Despite the parched feeling hardly going away, he forced himself to pull away and focus on the conversation at hand. ".. Thank you."  While it would have been nice to say Aedan hadn't freaked out, it would be an outright lie. The abrupt feeling of panic engulfed his very being as he struggled against the restraints keeping him tied down in place. A rush of fresh memories, no longer trapped by the haze in his head, kept him still as he tried to form a coherent thought of some sort. It was futile in the end. All he remembered was the people he took-- his people, his friends. He took them away and forced them to undergo the same trauma he had. He was a traitor to his people. Shaking breaths escaped his lips as he struggled more so against his restraints, hardly caring his skin was aching against the brush of his restraints.  "Sis au! Sis au!" The calls for help were futile at best, even he knew that, but he couldn't stop himself from calling out. Aedan wanted help, he didn't want to accept these changes. He didn't want to realize what he had done these few days. A decision that would be futile in the end. He couldn't change a damn thing. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder and a stern yet reassuring voice that he was reeling back into the reality of the situation. Despite the evident panic in his eyes, he forced himself to swallow down his fears as he spoke. "--- I can't go back. I can't go back." He repeated, stressing each syllable through his lips.  "I don't have a place anymore. I can't go back." The thought was one that terrified him greatly.  Even with the panic seizing him and the occasional shakes, Aedan wasn't the least bit fearful of any harm coming to him. After all, he had been through hell and back when it came to Mount Weather. What he suffered there wouldn't amount to anything the Arkers would put him through. The ongoing fear of his people's reactions had kept him recoiling back into the confines of fear and his mind, and yet he found himself listening to each would escaping the stranger. Trying to find a way to keep himself confined to reality, instead of his thoughts which threatened to out him. "-Aedan." He answered through labored breaths, tired eyes flickering over to him. "My name is Aedan." Aedan spoke carefully, forcing each word to leave his lips in a slow pace.

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