Heart Strings. [Bellamy Blake]

- T H I R T E E N. -

The radio they retrieved from the river — the one Bellamy trashed — was indeed ruined. He was right; it was too late. Not only did they fail to get the radio up and running, but the flare rockets they launched most likely didn't get their attention. They were too late. 300 people were going to die.

After Raven had launched the flares, Lyra retired to her cot upstairs in the huge hunk of metal they called home. She didn't have very many friends on the Ark, but there were two people that it would break her heart to never see again.

Abby Griffin — the one who treated her like a second daughter. The one who took her on as a medical apprentice and had taught her everything she knew. There was still so much to learn from Abby.

Dayna Woods — her mother's best friend. The one who raised her after the death of her father. She was the last thing that reminded her of her parents.

Lyra rolled over on her cot with the thin blanket covering her body. Only a couple other delinquents were in their cots. Closing her eyes, she desperately wanted to just fall asleep in order to forget the entire day. Her thoughts made it impossible to do so. Abby and Auntie Dayna were haunting her thoughts.

But the thudding of boots throughout the drop ship also made it impossible to slumber. The sound only echoed as the person hiked up the ladder.

"Octavia, you up here?" A male's voice echoed. It was laced with worry.

Sitting up from her cot, her darkened eyes narrowed at Bellamy. Add this to the list of things that won't help me go to sleep.

"She's not here, Bellamy," Lyra deadpanned.

His eyes flickered towards her. Despite the darkness, she could sense his change in mood — from hopeful to distraught.

The silhouette of his shoulders sunk down as he sighed. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I saw Octavia in the woods early this morning and haven't seen her since."

A frowned formed from her lips. Octavia may have been the exploring type, but she wouldn't be gone this long. Especially without telling anyone. Something had happened.

The girl stood up from her cot. Grabbing her med kit, she slung it over her shoulder and walked towards the ladder.

His large hand gripped her bicep before she could make it down the steps. "You don't have to come. I understand after-"

"It's Octavia," She interrupted with a tight smile. "She needs everyone she can get."

Her words caused him to return the tight-lipped smile. Every muscle fiber in his arms twitched, almost as if he wanted to hug her. The idea of that was quickly buried underneath the feeling of disdain that he knew she held for him.

"Thank you, Lyra."

His voice was sincere and genuine. In that moment, she knew she had made the right choice. Even though he had selfish motives, his sister was like his other half. Lyra wasn't going to rob him of that.

The darkness of the camp was lit up with flames from torches as they exited the drop ship. Many delinquents wielding torches were stationed at the entrance of camp. They had already gathered a whole search party.

The clatter of metal echoed through the dark as Bellamy dropped various, homemade weapons on the ground. The kids scrambled to grab themselves a weapon from the pile.

"Everybody! Gather around and grab a weapon," His voice bellowed around the camp. "My sister's been out there alone for 12 hours. We're not coming back without her."

Looking around, nearly everyone else around her had a weapon. Whether it was a battle axe, spear, or a shiv. Lyra wasn't as good as a fighter as she was a healer.