But We've Lost A Lot ↭ Bellamy Blake [Book 2]

twelve

"What'd you do, Bellamy?"

I was walking beside Clarke, both of us having a hold on our weapons. Octavia was behind with Bellamy, and I could hear her asking questions. The second she woke up she knew something happened between us. I guess she didn't hear that much. Other than the asshole part.

"Slept with Raven."

I couldn't see either of their faces, but from the silence I knew she wasn't too happy, and Bellamy still felt bad. I had a plan to talk to him after we got Finn and John back, but I first had to talk to Raven. I knew for a fact she was never going to tell me if I didn't bring it up.

"You slept with Raven? Bellamy-"

He shushed his sister, and she turned her voice to a whisper. It was barely audible, but I could make out what she was saying just slightly.

"Are you trying to ruin what you have? Zen wouldn't go for just anybody, she's not like that. And neither are you. Stop making it seem that way. I for one, like the idea of having Zen has a sister in-law. Don't mess it up."

With that she walked up beside Clarke, and it was us three girls in a line with Bellamy trailing behind. I felt a bit bad, but I could tell he didn't want anyone bothering him. He would've started arguing with Octavia if he did.

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"Whoa," I said out loud, noticing a giant cement statue in the distance. It looked amazing with the sun shining down on it, and the glistening leaves and branches swaying around it.

"This is where Lincoln was taken," Octavia mentioned, her breath shaky. I didn't know much about her journey with Lincoln while I was busy getting shot in the knee. I did know that Mount Weather had taken him, along with a couple other grounders.

Octavia turned to her brother, tears welling up in the brims of her eyes. "I couldn't save him, Bell..."

He took her into a hug, whispering to her that it would be okay. The sweet moment reminded me of why I started taking a liking to Bellamy, and it hurt like hell.

"You still can, O," I said to her, referring to Lincoln. We could still save him. We could still save everybody in that godforsaken place.

We walked for a couple more minutes, and then loud, piercing gunshots could be heard over the wind. The four of us exchanged glances, then took out our weapons and started running. What in the world was going on? Were Finn and John okay?

The gunshots kept coming, but there was no gnarly screams from the grounders attacking back. All I could picture was John shooting everyone that moved in his line of sight. And it scared me.

"Over here!" Bellamy called out to us, pointing to the tip of a wooden building. We ran as fast as we could possibly move to the village, and when we finally came to an opening, the sight made me sick.

It was Finn. He was the one shooting. Bullet casings flew out of the rifle like popcorn kernels on heat. A mass of grounders lay on the grass, blood flowing from their bodies and crying screams coming from their loved ones.

Finn killed these people.

I looked in every direction, taking in all the violence and death. What really scarred me was when I saw Sulfur leaning over someone with blood all on his hands.

"Sulfur!" I cried out, running over to him. I threw my sword beside me, kneeling down with Sulfur.

"My- my brother," Sulfur stuttered out, trying not to break his emotions. I moved his hands away in a quick but gentle movement and looked at his brother's wound. Two bullets in the abdomen, clean through.