The Games ~ Book 2 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter thrity-five

Author's Note: I'm sorry that I didn't get this chapter out until today. School has got me extra busy with classes and tests. I just can't wait for summer. We will have much more updates then.

Lincoln and Octavia were walking silently through the woods, and didn't speak a word, until they saw a very familiar face that was sating by a tree. Octavia and Lincoln recognized him as non-other than Miller.

Octavia began to say the name Miller, but only got to saying, "Mil-" She was cut of when a sharp knife flew through the air.

"Oh my God!" Miller yelled, once he realized what was going on, and who he hit.

Lincoln stumbled onto the ground once a knife hit his chest.

"Lincoln!" Octavia screeched. "Lincoln!"

Lincoln laid on the ground with a terrified look on his face. His breathing was unsteady, and shaky. The knife was stabbed almost directly onto the heart.

"Lincoln," Octavia dropped to her knees next to Linclon. "Lincoln, can you hear me?" Octavia asked with a tear gleaming in her eye.

Lincoln laid limply and on the ground.

"Lincoln, please stay with me." Octavia begged, as tears began to stream down her face. Octavia began to shake Lincoln when she noticed that he wasn't responding to anything. "Lincoln!"

"Oc-O-Oct-O-O-Octa...vi...a." Lincoln struggled to get the name out of his mouth.
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Clarke, Bellamy, and Charlotte began to walk. They had no ideas what they should do, they should go, or if anyone else was still alive. But, they knew that the if anyone else from their group was still living they would find them.

Bellamy and Clarke had been feeling better from the sickness, they hadn't had any bleeding for the past couple of hours. Witch Charlotte claimed for it to be a good sign.
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"Octa...vi...a" Lincoln hardly got her name out. "I-I lo...ve y-yo...u."

Octavia stroked her fingers through Lincoln's hair. "Hey, listen to me, Lincoln your gonna be okay." As tears streamed down her face.

"Oct...avia, I lo...ve y_you."

"Don't act like your gonna die, your not going to die." Octavia ordered.

He was all the she had left, she lost everyone else. She couldn't loose Lincoln, too.

Lincoln looked up into the sky, staring at the sun. Was he going to heaven, like wha Octavia talked about?

Octavia bodices that Lincoln seemed to be zoning out. "Lincoln, no, no, no, no, no, focus on me okay? Just stay with me." Octavia pipped Lincoln's face in her hands. "Stay. with. Me." (Author's Note: oh won't you stay with me, cause your all I need...sorry about that. You may continue.)

Lincoln couldn't focus anymore. Everything in the world was fading out. He could only hear muffled sounds, his vision was unclear, and his thoughts were absent. He was in a way rod of nothingness, then everything faded away.