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PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES
-the smiths-ever since bellamy woke them all up, before sunrise, everyone in the camp had been taking shifts doing different prep jobs. with every foxhole dug and mine planted the tension grew. there was no doubt the grounders would be coming and no one knew when.
the worst of the tension, whether he showed it or not, seemed to be in bellamy. he was anxious, hiding it by being pushy and loud.
"come on. these foxholes aren't gonna build themselves." he shouted. seraphina winced next to him. he hadn't let her go anywhere without him all morning. she knew he just wanted to protect her but it was pissing her off, "they listen even when you don't scream at them bub."
he ignored her turning to raven, "better hope those landmines work. all the gunpowder we're wasting, we could be making more grenades." raven scoffed and seraphina smirked.
"you wanna come over here and test one?" she retorted. the man just shook his head, "cute. i need this entire section mined by morning. then you finish the south field." raven stood up facing him, "i told you we're going after finn, clarke, and monty in the morning."
seraphina nodded, "no chance in hell that we're leaving them behind bell." bellamy frowned, "i told you both. no one's leaving camp."
the warrior rolled her eyes, walking away. like he could stop her. she looked out into the forest. she would find them, even if they weren't alive. she would find them. she whipped her head to where a shot sounded off.
one of the boys on watch fell asleep. she kneeled down, "are you alright?" he nodded rubbing his eye, nervously. bellamy stomped over, "what the hells the matter with you?"
seraphina pushed him back slightly, listening to the boy, "i'm sorry man. i fell asleep. i've been on watch all day." bellamy refused to listen, "we've all been on watch all day. that bullet is one less dead grounder." seraphina had had enough of his bitching.
"bellamy! you have worked each one of these kids to near exhaustion. we are all working together to try and help but there's only so much we can do. so stop acting like everyone's against preparing. it is not his fault he fell asleep. it was a mistake, an accident!" she snapped.
octavia agreed, "yeah bell, you're scaring people."
bellamy laughed humorlessly, "they should be scared! the bomb on the bridge bought us some time to prepare, but that time is up! the grounders are out there right now, waiting for us to leave and picking us off one by one when we do! clarke, finn, and monty are gone, probably dead, and if you want to be next, i can't stop you, but no guns are leaving this camp! this camp is the only thing keeping us alive! get back to work!"
the crowd that had formed slowly walked away. seraphina looked at him, taking a deep breath, "i'm going to look for them."
"no the hell your not. listen seraphina i-" he started but she didn't let him finish, "i don't want your excuses. i get that you're concerned. it's so nice having someone to care, but if they aren't back by nightfall, i'm going after them."
bellamy stared as she walked away, cursing under his breath, "motherfucker"
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"wait a minute, he said you weren't allowed to go after them?" jasper fumed. seraphina nodded from her seat, "yeah. i told him i'd wait though. i shouldn't. what if they're already dead by the time i get there?"
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أدب الهواةSeraphina Westwood was locked in a cell when she was 13. Now at 19 she awaits her trial. The problem is it never came. Instead she gets a fate much worse. But is it really? The training her father gave her would never be enough to prepare her for...