The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter 80

Author's Note: I hope that you all like the last chapter ... I know that you all hated me for the ending. Okay now to Chapter 80.

Wick and Raven looked in good condition, no injurys. But Bellamy looked in cridical condition.

Bellamy was out cold and his breathing was heavily. He had a huge piece of metal on his left leg, keeping him pinned down.

"Bell!" Octavia yelled when she saw him.
She ran up to him and fell to her knees becide him. "Bell! Oh my God!"

Clarke stood there, shocked that he was still alive.

"Bellamy." Clarke said his name as if it where a prayer.

"We have to go, more bombs will go off." Miller told them.

"What?! You want us to leave with out Bellamy!"

"Octavia, we can't do anything for him."

"I'm not leaving my brother!" Octavia told him with anger.

"Octavia, we have to go." Lincoln gently stated.
"No!" Octavia yelled back.

"Octavia, I'm extreamly sorry." Lincoln said softly. "We can't do anything for him."

"Please, no." Octavia looked over at unconscious Bellamy.

Lincoln walked over to Octavia and comfortingly wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry."

Octavia continued crying.

"I'm so sorry. We have to go." Lincoln told her.
Octavia started crying louder.

Lincoln picked up Octavia, bridal style. He started to carry her away, while she was crying.
Raven and Wick turned to walk away, following Octavia and Lincoln.

Monty and Jasper took one last look at Bellamy and then they went after the other four.
They were all leaving Bellamy to die.
Now, it was just Clarke and Miller.

"Come on, Clarke. We need to hurry. More bombs will go off."

Clarke shook her head, "I'm not leaving."

"What?" Miller was clearly shocked.

"I'm not leaving!" Clarke raised her voice.

Miller grabbed Clarke's wrist trying to pull her away.

"No!" Clarke yelled as she yanked her wrist out of his grasp.

"Clarke!"

Clarke fell to her knees by Bellamy's side, like Octavia did not so long before.

"Clarke!" Miller tried to pull Clarke away, but she refused.

Clarke began to sob uncontrollably. "I'm not leaving him!"

Bellamy opened his eyes when he heard Clarke's cries. He had no idea what was going on.

He's aviation was blurry, but soon everything came into focus.

"Clarke you can't help him!" Miller yelled.
Before Clarke could respond a voice came.

"Clarke?" A horse and raspy voice came.
Clarke turned her head from Miller to Bellamy.

"Bellamy." Clarke cried his name.

Clarke looked like hell. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face had the trace of tears all over.

"Where's O?" Bellamy asked.

"Lincoln is took her outside the boundery before another bomb explosions."

"There's more?" Bellamy asked.

"Yeah." Clarke said trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"What are you doing here? You need to go, before another bomb goes off." Bellamy tells her.

"No. I'm not leaving." Clarke raised her voice, slightly.

"Clarke." Bellamy paused after saying her name. "O, she needs you."

"No. No. She doesn't need me. She needs you. We all need you." Clarke continues. "I need you." Clarke feels tears streaming down her face.

Bellamy takes her face in his hands and uses his thumb to wip the tears off her face.
Bellamy spook up, saying. "You have to save yourself."