Fighter >>>> Bellamy Blake [Book 1]

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"I'd love it if you were right about this, but did you ever consider it might be a trap?" Clarke wonders as we trek through the nearly pitch black forest.

"Yep," Finn breaths in reply, "but since its Unity Day, I decided to have hope instead." Finn then lets out a grunt of pain as he steps down suddenly.

"Hey, let me have a look at that." Clarke says, forcing him to stop. Finn unzips the jacket slowly, revealing the bruised skin and the healing wound. Clarke traces her hands delicately around the wound before looking up into Finns eyes. They hold each others gaze for a moment, making it extremely awkward before she rolls his shirt down.

"Are you alright?" I questions, my eyes darting between Clarke and Finn. Nodding his head in response, we continue on, heading for the bridge that was supposed to be the meeting ground.

When we reach the location, its light outside. Finn took the lead as neither Clarke nor I knew where we were going. Finn breaks out into a steady run, Clarke and I following suit. We emerge through a clearing, a long concrete bridge standing before me.

I was honesty awe struck that the bridge survived the apocalypse and 97 years after.

Octavia paced the moss and foliage covered surface. I knew she would have had something to do with this, after all, I think she has fallen for the grounder. "Hey." I greeted, catching my breath slightly.

"So thats how you set this up," Clarke says, her eyes trained on Octavia. Octavia purses her lips in response. "You helped him escape, didn't you?"

"I trust him Clarke." Octavia admits.

"There's a lot of that going around," Clarke says almost accusing as she looks between both Finn and I.

"Lincoln is willing to help us, he's going against his people trusting us. We at least need to try and show some level of trust in return." I defend, earning a grateful and appreciative smile from Octavia. A rustling noise from the end of the bridge makes us all snap our heads up in alert, "Someone's coming." Finn says aloud.

A man, which I recognise to be Lincoln, jogs out of the forest. Octavia immediately runs towards him where they meet in the middle of the bridge; Lincoln scooping her up in his muscular arms.

My heart skips a beat when Lincoln looks past Octavia, his hard eyes settling on Clarke. Finn immediately reaches and grabs hold of her hand as a sign of being able to trust her. His eyes flicker over to me as his gaze softens, the panic in me washing away. At least I have his trust but I don't know why. I did nothing to stop Bellamy from torturing him, so why?

An unfamiliar sound startles me, making me look past Lincoln. My eyes lock with the two horses that emerge from the trees, grounders riding on top of them. I've never seen a real horse before, I've only read about them. They were said to be majestic creatures with long manes that were loyal and trusting.

"Oh my god." Clarke breathes out in shock, "Horses."

The two masked riders stop, leaving a large gap between them. Following slowly was a lighter coloured horse with a woman riding it. Her features are sharp, even from this distance, and her stare was as hard as stone.

"Hey, we said no weapons!" Finn exclaims to Lincoln, jogging closer to him. Clarke her hand still locked with Finn's. Remaining in my spot, I notice the sharp swords that the riders were holding. "I was told there wouldn't be." Lincoln responds, turning towards his leader.

Walking forward, I stand next to Clarke. "It's too late now." Clarke speaks up, earning a suspicious look from both Finn and myself. She was the one who wanted to bring the weapons in first place and now that they have them and we don't, it's not important?