Chapter Twelve

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Faye helped Bellamy make a stretcher to carry Lincoln on.

"Where are we going to take him?" Faye asked. "If we take him to your camp they just might kill him." She said.

"So would yours. Along with me and Octavia." Bellamy said.

"At least my people would actually know what to do." Faye pulled on the vines they used for ropes tightly, her fist turning white at the grip she held.

"And would knowing what to do include killing?" Bellamy said sharply.

"They didn't massacre 18 of your people, did they?"

Bellamy opened his mouth to say something but then Octavia interrupted, refusing to listen to anymore of their childish behavior.

"Guys! What about the dropship?" Octavia suggested. "Nobodies there. We could get Clarke and bring her there, she might know what to do."

With very unhappy looks at each other, they both agreed.

It was a long and tiring walk for Octavia. Listening to her brother and Faye argue back and forth about little things was about to drive her over the edge.

"Could you walk any slower?" Faye said with annoyance.

"I don't see you helping. And he's not exactly light." Bellamy fired back.

"Should have thought of that before you decided to complain about my help."

"Will both of you shut up before I cut off my own ears." Octavia said, raising her voice only loud enough to reach over theirs. "Thank you." She huffed when they both stopped talking.

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Octavia and Faye both waited on edge for Bellamy to get back with Clarke.

"Do you think she can fix him?" Faye asked.

"I hope so." Octavia said.

The door on the floor of the ship opened and Clarke came up. She jumped back when Lincoln tried to jump forward at her.

"It's okay. It's okay. He's been restrained."

"I can believe we're back here again." Clarke said, almost to herself.

"Can you help him?" Octavia asked.

"I don't know. I knew Mount Weather controlled the Reapers. I had no idea they were creating them." Clarke said.

"If they can do that to Lincoln, what are they doing to our friends?"

Every time Lincoln pulled on the chains, Faye had the sudden fear that she didn't cabin him up tight enough.

"He's convulsing." Clarke realized.

"So, what does it mean?" Octavia asked.

"What happened to his leg?" Clarke asked, pointing to his bandaged wound.

"I shot him."

"Clarke, he's lost a lot of blood."

Clarke tried to move forward but Lincoln lashed out again, testing the hold of the chains.

"Can you shine the light on his neck?" Clarke asked Octavia and Bellamy. "Needle marks."

"You think he's been drugged?"

"Maybe." Clarke said.

After all the pulling and struggling, the chain finally broke and Lincoln grabbed hold of Clarke.

"Lincoln!" Faye and Octavia ran forward, Octavia was thrown back.

Lincoln threw them all off of him and pulled his restraints off, except the ones on his legs. Then he tried to pull on them.

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