GRIM REAPER¹, bellamy blake

044 ━━ rotten

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IONA WAS enjoying herself.

She had never been a singer, nor had she been blessed with a melodic voice- in fact, she had a rather strong and gruff voice, fueled by her subtle Azgedan accent she still keeps from when she was younger- but she still found a hint of bliss.

The songs were upbeat and had her heart pumping with excitement.

Iona glanced over to her right, smiling once the buggy appeared between her and Octavia. Bellamy sent her a side glance through the barred window and she grinned before gently kicking Athena, urging the horse to take the lead once more.

Jasper suddenly appeared through the opening in the top, screaming at the top of his lungs and extending two arms towards the sky.

At once, however, the fun dulled down, the buggy coming to a rolling halt. Iona pulled back the reins, clicking her tongue (Athena's sign to stop instead of woah). Athena immediately rose on her hind legs, front ones raising to the air.

Patting the mare soothingly, Iona hopped off, jogging towards the driver side window where Raven sat.

"What's wrong?" Iona questioned, tapping on the bars to get Raven's attention.

Octavia opened the back door, rolling her eyes, "Don't tell us we missed the party."

"It's Sector 8," Raven glanced between Octavia and Iona. She moved out of the way so the pair could see the radar where two big red dots blinked upon the green background. "Ice Nation."

Iona had never been very fond of her home.

The only remnants of fun she had there were her first words, her first crush, and her first murder. Other than that, the Ice Nation only ended up bringing forth sour memories. Rotten memories, if anything.

Her home had fallen there, her parents drew their last breath there, and she fled from her captors only to run right into the open arms of the clan that destroyed her home.

It was true that Trikru started the raid on her village. It was a mission to kill a foul commander who hadn't been playing by the coalition's rules. Their lack of loyalty required spilled blood- however, it just so happened that they caught Iona's bloodline in the process.

Despite this, Iona had never held any ill feelings towards the clan.

The Ice Nation had never been a good place, nor were the inhabitants good people, and she knew her parents most likely fell upon that spectrum, as did she.

Her mother, despite the kindness she openly showed, knew how to wield a bow and had a wicked aim. Her father was as ruthless as they come, admitting to every crime he'd ever committed with a sinister smile and an even more sinister blade.

They both had their fair share of secrets; Iona knew it to be true. It was only a matter of time before she realized just how wicked her family truly was, so in a sense, killing them whilst her image of them was still positive, was a small victory.

Because maybe- even if just for a second- she could pretend like her family was good- like she was good.

"Protocol says we head home," Raven says slowly, staring back at Octavia's demanding eyes. "Let the Chancellor decide what happens next."

Bellamy shook his head, "Screw protocol. The Chancellor's not from Farm Station. Monty is, so is Miller's boyfriend. It's your call."

Iona was mildly lost when it came to divisions of the Ark, but she chose not to ask questions and merely observe.

Monty glanced over at Miller before he nodded, "Let's do this."

Bellamy nodded to himself, looking over at Iona's distorted figure through the bars. A hint of a smile flashed across his features before he put two fingers in his mouth, a whistle sounding.

Instantly, Athena came trotting over, nudging Iona out of the way.

Iona scoffed, "That's my horse, you ass."

"What? I'm not allowed to ride her sometimes?" Bellamy teased, chuckling quietly.

Iona didn't look amused, shaking her head as fast as possible.

"Fuck no."

He rolled his eyes before looking at Octavia in the back, his eyes flitting back to Iona, "You two try to keep up, yeah? Can't have you slowing us down."

"As if..." Iona muttered, gripping the reins and hoisting herself onto Athena's back.

She didn't even hesitate, urging the mare forward with a gentle kick, reins sloshing against Athena's hair as she allowed them to move freely.

"How about you try to keep up!"

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