Fighter >>>> Bellamy Blake [Book 1]

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I could hear slight mumbles of words as I faded in and out of consciousness. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, nothing.

There was a dull throbbing in the back of my head, which made me wince. The only thing I remembered was Octavia getting the medicine for Finn. Finn!

I tried making my self wake up, but to no prevail. But I was slightly more conscious because I could hear the conversations going on around me. Clarke and Raven talking, Octavia pleading to Clarke for answers while she held my hand tightly and Bellamy, shouting at anything and anyone.

Soon Octavia left, being replaced by another. I couldn't make out who it was but I knew the feeling. The sounds started getting further and further away as I drifted back into involuntary unconsciousness. And soon it was only black.

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"Why did you do it, Miss Kane?" the chancellor questioned. I didn't answer. "That was an innocent mans life you took away, are you aware of that?"

"He wasn't innocent." I state, staring at the metal wall. I was feeling no emotion right now, except relief. "Excuse me?"

"That man was not innocent." I repeated, this time looking at Chancellor Jaha and my father right in the eyes. They both studied me intensely. "What makes you say that?"

An uneasy and nauseous feeling brewed in my stomach. If only they knew. "He was a thief."

"As you have mentioned before. You do know the consequences for your actions I presume?" I merely just nodded my head, too numb to actually say anything. "As you know, there is no special treatment, even for family. You are sentenced to life in the skybox until the day of your eighteenth birthday for a re-trial."

The chancellor got up to leave, my dad following him. Then I cracked. "He raped me."

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I regained consciousness, the bright light from the outside blinding me. "Shit." I muttered under my breath, shielding my eyes from the direct sunlight that was coming from the drop ship window. The storm must have passed.

Bringing a hand up to my forehead, I feel the cleaned up and slightly stitched wound. Grunting, I push myself up onto my feet, standing unsteadily at first then regaining my balance and I head out of the drop ship.

Holding onto the wall for stability and onto the side of the parachute, I stand at the beginning of the ramp and look out into the camp, seeing people cleaning up remaining storm damage. Some were carrying fallen down tree branches while others salvaged what was our camp like seats and parachutes.

"Holland?" Clarke's voice questions from behind me as she quickly descends the ladder. "I'm so glad you're alright." she exclaims giving me a small hug.

"Finn?" I ask and her smile grows wide, "He's okay. The antidote worked." I replicate her smile, finally feeling as if the camp was back to normal, despite the fact that the grounders have been watching us and studying our every move since we landed on Earth. "Where's the grounder?"

"Still in the drop ship. We haven't decided what to do with him yet. Bellamy wanted to wait until you woke up." She explains making me nod.  "Octavia barely left your side. Only when I forced her to get some food, even then she didn't want to leave. Neither did Bellamy. He's been a wreck, taking it out on everyone."

I raise my eyebrows at her in surprise. Bellamy stayed with me?

"You hungry?" Clarke asked, my stomach grumbling in response. We both chuckle and make our way down the ramp and to the campfire. Clarke began grabbing some food, while I waited.