Survivors

Chapter 27- Help

Clarke Griffin:

"BELLAMY!" A crackly voice runs out my throat as we squint at the bright light that shines through the now open door. I help the kids get out one by one, picking them up carefully. When I get out, I see a grounder, with his throat slit open and Jasper with a knife in his hand. "Where is he?!?" I ask desperately. Jasper slowly looks over at Bellamy, who is sprawled out on the ground. I quickly run over to him. My body feels petrified and I have to put in so much effort with every step. When I get to him, I realize that there is no hole in his heart, but there is a bloody stain on the center of his stomach. He has one hand cringing his shirt that is on the wound. He opens his eyes with alarm but relaxes when he sees me.

"The guy had bad aim." is all he can manage. I laugh but tears are falling down my cheeks. How can he have humor when he's laying down on the ground with a bullet in his stomach? That's my Bellamy.

"I'm glad he does." I stroke his head, letting each dark curl wrap around my finger. He closes his eyes as his breaths become even. "Get him in the drop-ship." I tell Finn but he doesn't move. That's when I realize, we no longer have a drop-ship. We not longer have a camp. Everything was ruined by the grounders who stand, surrounding us.

"You would have no choice anyways. Everyone must come with us." I don't leave Bellamy's side as he's carried on a stretcher that we built. Legs aching in pain for a long journey, we sit in the middle of the grounder village. All grounder eyes are trailed on us, but I don't care. I trace Bellamy's eyebrows, than his eyes and finally his lips. I place a soft kiss on them, making sure that I don't disturb him, but he rouses anyways.

"Hey, Princess. I see we made it to our prison and gravesite." he says looking around at all of the scary, painted faces. A man walks up to Bellamy and I, draped in animal skins and with feathers in his hair. He must be the leader.

"Sir, may I ask why-" I'm cut of by laughter and the beating of drums. What are they going to do to us? When the man raises his arm, everything is so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

"You have trespassed into our land, and slaughtered many of our men, but your braveness has leveled out your stupidity." I roll my eyes. "We need your help. Thought you've killed many of my men, the mountain men have killed more." Mountain men. Those were the people Ali mentioned. What if she's working with them? Then, I can get vengeance. "I fear that they may capture your people too." I look at our group. We started with 100 and ended up with 87. I should fear losing them too.

"What do we need to do." I ask gripping Bellamy's hand. He gives me the courage to speak to a man twice my size.

"We have more knowledge of earth and you have more knowledge of technology. We need to train each other." I glance at Bellamy who nods. "You," the man points to me, "you must get ready to look like a real leader of the sky people." That's reassuring. I'm getting a make over by some (in my opinion) over dress, selfish Indians. "And you," he points at Bellamy, "my healers will take care of you." And before I can speak against it, they carry Bellamy into a tent and I'm carried into a different one, awaiting my wardrobe.