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

eighteen

"Lincoln, it's me."

Octavia keep her eyes pealed on her boyfriend, (I still didn't think that was the right term to use down here) and she looked fragile. More fragile than when she first stepped foot onto the green grass when the dropship landed. She wasn't afraid to move then, unlike now. She wasn't sure what Lincoln had become. We knew he was a reaper, but to what extent?

Lincoln turned around, and the sight of him reminded me of those zombie movies and TV shows from years back. It was much different to see someone you knew and trusted (I've never fully talked to him, but Octavia wasn't stupid when it came to putting her life in someone's hands) turn into a person that ate raw flesh. On the screen, none of it was real. It was probably strawberry jam anyways.

"It's Octavia," she called out to him, but to no avail did it work. He noticed our flesh, and came charging at us. On instinct, I shot my gun, but he'd moved too fast. He hurled himself at Octavia, but she managed to push him off of her. He then tried to get to Bellamy.

I pulled on the back of Lincoln's rusty clothing, forcing him backwards and onto the ground. In a swift motion, he stuck his arm out from his side and grabbed onto my ankle. He pulled it towards him, and I fell on my back. I heard a gunshot, and then a loud grunt. In seconds, my foot was free and the parking garage was silent.

When I looked up, Octavia still had her gun pointing to Lincoln. She had shot him in the leg, and based on the red spot on his head, Bellamy had knocked him out.

Bellamy gripped my waist, hoisting me to my feet. He quickly ran over to Octavia next, who was having trouble standing.

"Come on," Bellamy said, holding his hand out to me. "We've got to get somewhere safe."

Despite the pain I felt in my tailbone and butt, I hurried towards Bellamy. He gripped my hand and pulled me and Octavia over to a gray van. He tried to open the trunk, but it wouldn't budge.

"Move," I whispered, taking a small knife off of Bellamy's belt. I stuck the knife into the crack of the trunk, moving it up and down until I heard something click. Once I did, I completed the same process on the other side. "Break the locks, break the door," I whispered to them as I slowly opened the trunk. The three of us piled in, and we squished together to be able to close the trunk again.

Our hearts were the loudest thing in the small space. I could feel mine pounding against my skin. I didn't know why I was so scared; normally I would've been ready to attack if the reaper came close to the car. But right then, I didn't want to leave. Maybe it was because the reaper was Lincoln, and I had a feeling I wasn't able to kill him if it came down to it.

I move closer to Bellamy, somewhat relaxing my tense muscles from his touch. He quietly moved to grab my hand, and gave it a small squeeze.

"We can't leave him out there like that," Octavia whispered.

"I don't know how the Mountain Men are changing the grounders, but there might be a cure," I whispered back.

"How are we going to find out?" Bellamy asked. "We need to control him."

"We could take him to the dropship," I thought out loud. There were still seat belts we could use to keep him contained. It had me feeling like deja vu, but this time we'd be helping Lincoln. Not torturing him. "I can assess him with Clarke."

"We need a game plan," Octavia told us.

"I think I've got one," Bellamy said, giving me a sincere glance before telling us.

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I crawled through the sunroof in the car, being sure to close it when I got ontop. I didn't want to fall back in and break a bone... thankfully that hadn't happened to me... yet.