Regina(On Hold) // The 100

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Thunder crashed outside the dropship, and rain was heard on the roof above me. Miller and I hadn't said a single word to each other since I was tied up. In fact, I knew really spoke to him ever before being held prisoner. 

I knew Bellamy would want an explanation, but I couldn't give him a believable one other than that Lincoln and I were friends. But that wouldn't change the fact that Bellamy still considered me a Grounder.

My back was pressed against the dropship wall, and I glared at Miller. Every time he looked at me, he quickly looked away from my deadly expression. I looked down at my wrists that had scarred up from the first time they tied me up, and an idea popped into my head.

I slowly started rubbing the rope against my wrist. Miller didn't notice it. When more thunder sounded from outside, it shook the dropship a little. Miller looked at the hatch before quickly climbing down to see if there was any damage, and I heard the hatch lock when he closed it. Taking this as my chance, I worked faster until the rope broke through the skin on my wrists. I wince at the pain it caused, but only for a short moment before I saw blood starting to coat the rope binding my hands together.

With the liquid covering my wrists and the rope, I started to work it off of my wrists. Bellamy hadn't been up here since Miller dragged me up here, and I could only hope that he wouldn't come up here any time soon. "Yu sou stedaun, Belomi(You're dead, Bellamy)," I said under my breath. "Ai na nou teik yu dufa ai op bilaik honon(I won't let you treat me like a prisoner)."

I constantly glanced at the locked hatch as I slid the rope off my wrists, and when it dropped to the floor, I start rummaging through the scraps in the opposite corner until I found cloth, and I wrapped it around my bloody wrists, hiding the color of my blood from anyone that decided to come up here. My wrists stung with the pain of cloth on skin that was rubbed raw, but I ignored the wretched feeling.

I looked around trying to find my weapons, but when I could find them, I picked up a piece of scrap metal. I examined the fairly sharp ends, and I quickly searched for any other piece that has sharper ends, but I couldn't find any. "This will have to do," I whispered.

I crept to stand next to the wall, listening to the storm outside, and I waited for the first person to come through the hatch. If Bellamy was going to treat me like a Grounder, then I was going to act like one.

Two floors below me, Raven was most likely trying to contact the Ark on the radio, and Clarke was probably trying to save Finn. While I was locked up here because Bellamy feared what I would do to the people in this camp. "Frag hedsweda op, kep nou hedsweda klin(Kill the guilty, spare the innocent)."

I didn't know where Bellamy was, but I did know that if he was at camp, he would've been up here already. He was guilty. He was guilty of 300 deaths, 300 people that could've been on the ground if Bellamy hadn't been selfish.

Octavia, Clarke, Raven, and Finn tried to stop him. If it weren't for the people like them, I'd make it my mission to kill everyone. But it was just Bellamy.

I would kill the guilty, and then I would leave with my sister. Even if Raven could contact the Ark, Finn was the only one that knew I was from the sky, and when the Ark would come down, they'd treat me like a Grounder, and they'd treat Strisis like a Grounder. I wasn't going to let that happen. And I wouldn't let Bellamy try to imprison Strisis.

Watching the hatch was almost like a game. I would hear something below me, and I guessed whether or not someone was climbing the ladder. And when the hatch opened, Bellamy was the first to climb through with a rope in his hands. "Get him up!" he ordered to the people below him.

I stood back as a total of four people pulled someone through the hatch, and I didn't get a good look at his face until he was lying on the ground. "Tie him up." When Miller, Jones, and Connor turned their backs to Bellamy and began to tie up Lincoln, the Grounder that I'd been friends with for nine years, I took that as my chance. I lunged at Bellamy and held the scrap metal to his throat and my other hand flew to his mouth to keep him quiet while his team imprisoned Lincoln.