Red - Bellamy Blake - I

Twelve - Contents Under Pressure - I

\Twelve - Contents Under Pressure - I\

"This is Raven Reyes calling Ark Station. Come in." Raven kept repeating as I washed off the sweat the beaded Finn's forehead. Will they just fucking pick up already?

Clarke approached Finn, and unwrapped the blue rag that enclosed the small knife embedded in his side.

Suddenly a voice came through along with some static. "This is a restricted channel, who is this."

"This is Raven Reyes. I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive- you need to get Dr. Abby Griffin. Now!"

"Raven, are you there?" My mother's voice came through the radio.

Seeing as I was still by Finn, I couldn't get to the radio. "Mom, it's me." Clarke said.

"Clarke?" She asked. "I-is Grey still okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Mom, we need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder." She rushed, looking to Finn.

"Clarke, this is the chancellor." Jaha came through, and I shook my head. We don't have time for this. "Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?"

"Yes. The earth is survivable. We're not alone." Nothing came from the other side, so Clarke continued. "Mom, he's dying. The knife's still in his chest."

I heard Abby say something about medical, then Jaha once more. "Clarke, is my son with you?" Clarke's face dropped and an unsettling feeling set in my gut.

"Chancellor? This is Grey Griffin, and no. Your son. . ." I looked to Clarke who give me a thankful yet sad smile. "I'm sorry, sir, but Wells is dead."

After a minuet of radio silence, Abby came back through. "Okay, Clarke, I'm going to walk you through it." After the ship rocked, mom's words came through broken.

"Raven, What's wrong?" Clarke asked, moving away from Finn again.

"It's not the radio, It's the storm."

Octavia walked in with two metal canteens full of Monty's moonshine, and handed them of to Clarke, saying something about germs. I couldn't pick out a conversation considering there were at-least 80 kids talking to each-other in the small space, until I heard a loud shout.

"HEY, THEY'RE BACK!"

Bellamy walked through, but not alone. Two boys behind him carried in a grounder- Lincoln.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, leaving Finns side and towards the Blake siblings.

"It's time to get some answers." Bellamy looked at me, shifting his weight.

"You mean revenge?" Octavia scoffed, shaking her head.

"No, I mean intel. Get him upstairs."

"Bellamy, she's right." Clarke come to Octavia's defense, then Abby came back through saying she was ready. "Look, this is not who we are."

"It is now."

|x|

Clarke could handle her own. Right now I needed to deal with Lincoln, so I followed Bellamy up the ladder, and watched with disgust as they tied him up. He looked me straight in the eye as he struggled against the ropes, and I gritted my teeth. "Tie his restraints tighter." Bellamy commanded. "The last thing we need is this bastard getting free because we screwed up."

He stopped struggling when Octavia came in. "Octavia, Grey, get out of here."

I ignored Bellamy, and let Octavia continue talking. "I told you he was protecting me." She pointed to Lincoln for a moment. "You didn't have to do this."