Queen ♔ Flarke ❷ {Wattys2015}

Chapter 18: Bellamy

Chapter 18: Bellamy

"Just pull them out!" Raven screams at us. She can't sit or lie down because the spikes will go in deeper, so she's been standing up for at least half and hour. Only about a hundred have been taken out so far, and there are many more to go.

"Look," Finn says. "We're trying, but can you just shut up for a second? I'm trying to come up with an attack plan." He sits at one the tables with a pencil and piece of paper in his hand, scribbling violently.

"What for?" Jasper says.

"Rescuing Clarke, duh." He rolls his eyes.

I walk over to Finn, leaving Octavia plucking out the metal from Raven's body.

"Finn," I whisper as loudly as I dare. "Stop being so rude to everyone."

"How am I being rude?" he asks. He really is oblivious.

"You're telling everyone to shut up and then you're sarcastic towards Jasper. I saw that bitchy eye roll."

"It wasn't bitchy. You know what? I'm just gonna go somewhere else and devise this plan, since none of you seem to care." He gets up out of his seat with the paper and storms off through the door, stopping for a second. "Monty?" he says.

"Yeah?" Monty responds, looking at Finn with an underlying bitterness, Jasper standing behind him.

"Don't strip down any more of the cameras. I need them to see the grounders."

Monty nods his head. "Anything else?"

"No." And he walks out the door.

I turn my attention back to Raven. "What part should we do next?" Octavia says.

"Any part, my skin feels like it's on fire," Raven whimpers.

"It does?" I ask. "Do you think...?"

She looks at me blankly but I think she knows what I mean. "There's poison on the metal?" she says.

I nod. "There could be. But if there was, you would have started seizing by now."

The colour restores in her cheeks. "Then why does my skin feel irritant?"

I pull out a handful of the spikes and chuck them on the medical table behind Raven.

"Ow!" she shouts. She tries to move her arm but struggles. "Bellamy."

"What?" I ask, laughing.

"I can't move my arm properly," she says quietly. "I can move it, but not quickly. Look." She slowly raises her hand and then tries moving downwards again; she then moves it quicker and its movement is jerky, almost like her shoulder joint is locked somehow.

"We need to get those death traps out of you now. O, come and help me." Me and Octavia start grabbing fistfuls of the tiny spindles and throwing them on the table. After another hour, every single piece is out.

"Can you move your arm now?" Octavia asks.

"Um..." She tries again, and her arm just repeats what happened earlier. "No." She sighs.

"Come with me," I say, taking her wrist. "We're going to get some answers from Zak." I start to jog towards Zak's room before Raven stumbles behind me.

"M-my leg won't work either," she says breathlessly. "The one on the same side as my lame arm."

"What?"

"I said -"

"No, I mean, like, are you being serious?"

"I... No..." she slurs, collapsing onto the floor.