madeline kane is a criminal. she and her best friends, finn and raven, attempted an illegal spacewalk and used up three months worth of oxygen on the space station known as the ark.
madeline was locked away by her father--the same man who had ended...
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MADELINE'S POV: the gate to camp rattled open, revealing the horrific scene behind it: bellamy, holding finn upright, a blade protruding from a deep wound in his chest. he had very clearly been stabbed.
we had only arrived back to the dropship a few moments earlier, and already things were spiraling out of control.
"clarke!! someone get clarke!!" jasper, who had pushed past them shouted. the words came out warped and slow from his mouth. my feet swayed underneath me, the sight of my oldest friend so close to death nauseating. i grabbed finn's arm wildly.
"no. no. finn. no." i barely recognized my own voice. more people began to swarm us, trying to catch a sight of what had happened. raven and clarke were among them, looking no better than i.
clarke quickly put two fingers to his pulse point, checking his vitals. "he's alive."
"they wouldn't let me take the knife out," jasper explained quickly.
"no, that was a good call. he would have lost even more blood that way. get him in the dropship. now. go!!"
they began to haul his body off, bellamy shooting me a sympathetic look as he went. i could only stare stonily back.
"clarke, can you save him!?" i shouted, louder than i should have.
"no. not me. i need my mother. i need to talk to her!" she cried, turning to look from raven to me.
"there's still no radio!" raven cursed.
"raven, fix it! go!" clarke ordered, and they both took off sprinting.
as soon as they had disappeared, i slumped to the ground, allowing for the dense mud and dirt to stain my pants and the palms of my hands. i pressed harder, willing the dampness of the ground to shock me into coherence. i will not fall apart. if anyone, it should be raven. she needs finn more than i do. she's his girlfriend. i repeated this over and over to myself, until the words began to lose meaning. though they were true, it made nothing better. after everything else that had happened over the past few days, i was shot. this had put me over the edge.
"madeline," a small voice spoke. "get up."
i opened my eyes, which i didn't remember closing, to see octavia, her left temple soaked with blood. her clothes were torn, and she was dressed in the same dark red shirt that she had been in days ago.
"octavia. are you alright? where have you—"
"i'm fine. we can talk about that later," she said as she bent and held her hand out to me. i took it gratefully, forcing a smile, and was hauled to my feet. once i was up again, i noticed who else had approached. bellamy. he was no longer holding finn, though the tips of his fingers were spattered with blood.
