Shameless ~ Bellamy Blake

21~ Hurricane

"It's a hurricane." I say glancing up at the dark grey sky and then over at Clarke. 

"We need to get everyone inside and lock the drop ship." Clarke says, walking over to a mass group of people and ushering them inside. 

Many people climb to the top floor. The bottom floor being occupied by Raven trying to contact the Ark and Clarke and I tending to Finn, while the second floor is occupied by our "special guest".

"This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station." Raven says through a head set. "Come in Ark Station." Raven's voice grows more and more desperate with every word. "Please come in."

"Raven?" I say, turning my head towards her. "You can do this, okay?" I say, trying to give her hope.

Raven holds my glance for a while before turning and, with more determination, continues her speech. "This is Raven Reyes. Calling Ark Station."

I turn back to Finn, Clarke sitting opposite me on the side of Finn's wound. Finn is lying on a makeshift cot. 

"He's getting paler." I say.

Clarke doesn't reply she just looks up at me with a mixture of emotions showing through; sadness, worry, fear.

Suddenly the noise of a blank radio is shut off and a voice comes through the other end. "This is a restricted station. Please identify yourself." A male voice says.

My hands freeze and I look back at Raven who's eyes have grown wide. "Th-this is Raven Reyes." Raven gulps. "I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin. Now."

A female voice comes through the radio next. "Raven? Are you there?"

Clarke's hands freeze as well. "Tatum, take this." Clarke hands me the cloth she's been using to try and clean the blood from Finn's wound. I take it and begin lightly dabbing it around his wound. Clarke stands and walks over to the radio. "Mom? Mom, it's me."

"Mom, he's dying. The knife is still in his chest." Clarke says, ignoring all signs of a happy reunion with her mother.

A long pause of conversation exchanged on the Ark and then Abby is back. "I'm going to talk you through it, step by step."

Suddenly the drop ship gives a loud creak and the wind picks up outside.

"Clarke..just fin-" Abby's voice begins going in and out.

"Raven what's wrong?" I ask panicky. 

"It's not the radio. It's the storm." Raven answers.

"Clarke, we need to hurry." Abby's voice says desperately. 

"Here." I say grabbing the bottle of moonshine and shoving it towards Clarke. She gives me a questioning look. "Monty's moonshine. Pretty sure no germ can survive this." I pour some on both of her hands and on mine as well.

I look outside and see the rain getting heavier and the wind picking up, blowing tents of ours away. 

"Monroe's shut the door." I demand. "Make sure everyone's inside."

Monroe nods and gets to work.

Raven makes noise to get Clarke's attention and then hands her a needle. "One stitching needle." She says.

"Great, I still need some wire to close the wound." Clarke says, looking around desperately.

"There's some wire on the second floor, I used it to make tents." Octavia says.

"Go get it." Clarke demands.

"Okay, how deep?" Abby's voice comes through.

"Well, I can't tell how deep it goes." Clarke answers.

"That's alright, just don't remove the knife yet." Abby says trying to conceal the nerves in her voice. "Clarke, do you-" The last part of Abby's question was blocked out by the loud murmuring of everyone in the room.

"Damnit!" Clarke yells and then turns to me. "Clear the room."

"Everyone!" I yell. The talking quiets down almost immediately. "Let's go! Up to the third floor!" I start ushering people up the ladder. After the last person climbs up the ladder I decide to go up too.

I open the door to the second floor and stop climbing.

"Tie him tighter." Bellamy yells at the boys surrounding the Grounder. "The last thing we need is this bastard getting free because you screwed up." 

I enter the second floor. 

"Tatum, leave." Bellamy says. "You don't need to see this."

Just as I'm about to argue back, Octavia enters the floor. 

"Octavia.." I warn.

"I told you he was protecting me." Octavia says, anger rising with every word. "You didn't have to do this."

"This isn't about you." Bellamy argues. "I'm doing this for all of us."

"Miller, get her out of here." Bellamy commands.

Miller grabs Octavia. "I was there!" Octavia yells. "Hey, get off of me! I don't even think he speaks English! He won't understand you."

"Oh, I think he will." Bellamy smirks.

"Bell-" I grab his arm, looking at him with uncertainty. 

"Don't tell me you're about to give me that speech right now." Bellamy looks at me with disgust.

I drop my arm. I look around at the half naked Grounder who is strung up by his arms.

"Where's all of his stuff?" I ask. 

"We left it out by the tree." Drew says.

"Why would you do that?" I yell. "There could be useful stuff out there!"

"I don't know." Drew answers.

I stare at him for a while before dropping down and lifting the door up.  

Bellamy grabs my arm. "You're not going out in that storm." 

"Yes, I am." I say, jerking my arm away from him and climbing down the ladder. 

I walk past Clarke and Raven who are preparing themselves to take the knife out of Finn. I open the drop ship door and run out into the storm. The storm has gotten so much worse then the last time I saw it. The rain is coming down less like water and more like bullets. The lightening in the distance is frighteningly close and the thunder shakes the ground beneath my feet. The wind is something I had never read about in the books. My hair is soaking wet and being blown past my face by the forceful wind. I put one foot forward, off of the drop ship and my combat boot sinks three inches into mud. I groan and yank it up to take another step. The wind, making it hard to walk, is pushing me backwards, the opposite way I'm trying to go. The rain is blinding me, getting into my eyes and making it impossible to see. I cover my eyes with my hand and start making a run for it for the gates of camp. 

I finally make it to the gates and just as I lean down to grab the muddy supplies that had come off of the Grounder a huge wave of thunder hits, knocking me off of my feet and into a tree. My back is the first thing to hit the bark of the tree. The bark sticking like needles into my spine. My head goes next, knocking hard into the tree, immediately giving me the largest headache I've ever had. I attempt to stand up, and once I'm on my feet my vision gets blurry. The figures around me blur over and everything turns black. I feel myself falling and I land with a thud in the mud.