𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | b. blake¹ [COMPLETED]

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐕: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟒𝟖

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. She had chosen a simple black tank top with light blue jeans and a white leather jacket. On her feet, she donned a pair of black Converse Chuck Taylor's with a pair of socks that barely cushioned the wounds on her feet from the broken glass. Putting her hair up into a messy bun, she left a few strands on her face as she went out to greet Dante.

She was wary, dangerous and angry, and he knew that, keeping his distance and simply gesturing to her where to go. She arrived at a hall where tables and chairs sat. A dining room, it seemed. Her friends, forty-six others, she counted, were huddled together, listening to a girl up the front instruct about the place they were living in. Mount Weather. 

Apparently Monty got bored, because when he strayed his eyes away and behind, he caught sight of her, standing awkwardly a few feet behind them.

"Maggie!" He effectively stopped whoever the girl was from talking, practically sprinting up to the older girl and wrapping his arms around her in a tight and secure hug. She responded immediately, hugging him back with the same ferocity. She was relieved that he was okay. The two pulled away, and Maggie, being the mother figure that she was, scanned him for any injury. With a tender smile, he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm fine, Mags. Are you okay?" he asked, his demeanour changing. She looked down to her wrist, where the pristine white bandage lay over her bite mark.

"Yeah. I'm okay." She lifted her eyes to search for the people she wanted to see most. "Where's Bell and Via?"

Monty's face dropped. "Mags... they didn't make it. I'm sorry."

Magnolia could have sworn the shutdown noise that the computers on the Ark made ran through her brain. Her breathing started to get a little faster, and her vision blurred. Her hands shook, and she might've collapsed, had the girl who was talking earlier not have come over.

"Hi, Magnolia. I'm Keenan," she spoke brightly, as if not noticing the state the girl was in. She handed a pamphlet to her. "Come to me if you have any questions." With that, she left, going back to the front and leading the others further into the room.

Monty stayed with the girl who swayed on her feet. Not her Bellamy. Not him. He was too important to die. He was her everything, her source of life. And yet, if what Monty said was true, he was gone. Not just gone, but reduced to nothing but ash that would bleed into the Earth he died upon.

And Octavia, her sister. The lovely little girl that only wanted to have fun. The girl that Magnolia swore to protect. The girl that made her smile. She, too, was gone. Gone like the wind that used to ruffle her hair. The freedom that had made her live had probably killed her instead.