The group had made up their minds, they were going to live on earth.
Earth was safer then the games, safer then the Ark, but almost anything was after then the two.
Clarke and Octavia had woken up Raven and explained to her what the plan was. Raven had brokenly agreed to the plan.
Now that everyone had a greed and was ready, it cut out the trackers.
"Who wants to go first?" Miller asked, his tone showed that he had Jo interest in going first.
It fell silent. No one wanted to go first, I fact no one wanted to go at all. The thought of cutting themselves was an action that no one wanted to preform.
Without a word, Wick bravely grabbed a blade, his hand was shaking as placed it against his forarm. He took a deep breath before slicing into his skin. Wick yelled in terrible pain as the blade got deeper into his skin. Blood surrounded the slice that he had made. Blood was dripping onto the ground, making a verry small pool of blood. Wick releaced the blade from his grasp and sent the blade into the ground, making a small kling sound.
Wick shoved his fingers inside of the slit in his arm. He felt around for the tracker, then he felt it. He grabbed the small, medal piece and pulled it out.
Buzz. Everyone else's trackers buzzed, proving that Wick's idea of taking out the tracker was genius, it worked.
Everyone stood around Wick. Some of the group was shocked by the move that he made, and others were still trying to process what had happened.
"Who's next?" Wicked asked with both pain and bravery in his voice.
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The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)
Fanfiction"Today they would gather all of the prisoners of the ark and choose twenty-eight lucky individuals that would be sent down to earth to fight each other. Then granting the victor immunity for their crimes." What will happen when the characters of The...
