WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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WONDERING !
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FORTY・*: ·. ⇌ ஜ  .·: *

Bellamy Blake was covered in freckles.

She had briefly noticed them before, scattered lightly across his cheeks and arms. But Millie never noticed how many he really had; how much they invaded his skin. It was strange, Octavia didn't have a single freckle in sight, they were complete and total opposites. In more ways than one, it seemed.

But Bellamy had freckles all around his cheeks and trailing down to his neck, almost swirling together. The ones on his arms were lighter, and harder to see. Unless you got close enough and tried to count each one, inspecting him through a magnifying glass.

'Forty-Five' Millie mouthed to herself, finding her boredom grow the longer they stood there. Behind Bellamy, she was waiting for some sort of cue. Millie wasn't sure, she zoned out once Bellamy started droning on about the importance of safety. Millie stood close enough at her chest was pressed up against his back, as was Maya from behind Millie.

Millie shivered, glaring at the back of Bellamy's head. His skin was ice cold to the touch, in contrary to the heat her own body radiated. It sent a train of a tingling sensation down her body, the bumps on her arms raised ever so slightly. Bellamy must have noticed; his head was turned to the side as if he was trying to keep an eye on her and the guards at the same time.

As much as she'd like to say she caught up on her lack of sleep last night, but then she'd have to add 'liar' to the long list of her bad qualities. And Millie was tired. Her limbs ached and the constant migraine seemed to become a part of her body, but it was like she was thriving on the exhaustion. It's what kept her on her toes, it's what kept the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

So, Millie pushed her child-like thoughts away and narrowed her eyes, watching as the guards conversed as they slowly trailed away. Once the elevator door closed behind them, Maya was springing out from behind her, dragging Millie along.

"Lovejoy's key card will get you into the armory. The guns are locked," she rushed, making sure Bellamy was following behind. "The guard has the key; I can lure him away if–"

"There's no time. Once I get the guns how do we get to level 5? They're watching every door." Bellamy shakes his head, falling in step next to the girls.

"Maybe not, the mess hall has a trash chute." Maya nearly smiles, her eyes flickering between Millie and Bellamy.

"A trash chute?"

Millie gnaws on her lip, her head turning back and forth to keep an eye on each end of the hall. "There's one on every level. Best part, no radiation alarms. The hatches leak like crazy, so they put in air locks to be safe. You get the guns. I'll get them to the mess hall." Maya explains, Millie could see the adrenaline coursing through eyes.

Bellamy nods, glancing at Millie. "You're a natural born revolutionary."

Maya narrows her eyes, "I'm just trying to do what's right."

Millie grinned, "meet here back in 30." Bellamy says, nodding at Millie as they start off in the opposite direction of Maya.