Survivors

Chapter 29- Betrayal for Peace

Clarke Griffin:

The warmth of my face washes away as I see the little, fragile girl with a knife pressed ago at her throat. Both of our faces wash from the color that once was there. Her eyes are swollen with tears. To me, the world could end with just one slit.

"Don't come any closer!" The grounder yells. I plant my feet but hold out my arms in reassurance that I mean no harm.

"CHARLOTTE!" I hear a scream from behind me and turn to find Bellamy, limping out of his tent. He still has not recovered physically, but at any moment now, it's the mental part I worry of.

"Bellamy, don't get close or he'll kill her!" I put my hand to his chest. He breaths to hard to have only walked a few steps.

"You really think that he won't kill her anyways?" He lowers from a demanding tone to a whisper. "Princess, she can't die. She's my little partner in crime. Clarke..." I wipe a stray tear from his cheek. "...she was arrested because of me. She took the blame for something I did!"

"Bellamy, what are you saying?!?" I'm so confused right now. Between a new prospective of Charlotte and Bellamy, I feel like a useless bag of mush.

"Clarke, please!" I turn back to Charlotte and now see a small cut formed from the pressure of the knife.

"What do you want?" I ask the grounder? He smiles an evil, uncomfortable smile.

"You." I nearly lose balance. "The mountain men have promised us peace of we turn in the leader of the sky people."

"Clarke. No." Bellamy says under his breath. I know exactly what he wants me to do. He wants me to form a plan to get both Charlotte and I out of this alive, but that requires time. Time is something we don't have at this moment. I take a step forward.

"I will willing come with you. Just let the girl go." He loosens his grip on Charlotte and so I move towards her. I prepare for a short embrace. Hope fills my heart. Maybe the 100 will get out alive without me. Maybe they will find solutions and get rewarded for their bravery. My thoughts are interrupted by a gun shot. The loud noise fill the air and makes my ears ring. I can see people running frantically but I can't move no matter how hard I try I can't seem to take one step. I only fall forward. A piercing pain travels from my stomach. I was the one who was shot.