Warriors | Bellamy Blake |

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First chapter of the new book! Whoop whoop! Hope you guys enjoy!

Hopeless.

That's the one thing that came to mind when I thought of my current situation. Here I was, barely clinging to life while lying in my own puddle of blood beside my friend who was in the same position. There was a time when the room was filled with the camp, scared for their lives as the Grounders climbed on the sides of the ship while trying to find a way inside. And then the rockets went off, and there was silence.

We waited the entire night, afraid that there were still some that were left, before Clarke's curiosity got the best of her and she opened the platform. They all huddled out into the ash-filled air and never returned. I didn't know if the Grounders had taken them, but there were shouts of confusion before everything went quiet. When I had managed to inch towards the tarp to see what had happened, I found the camp empty. It was like they had just vanished out of thin air.

And the worst part of all: I had lost my knife.

Raven and I were the only ones that remained. Neither of us was in shape to leave the ship in search of our friends, and we took turns falling unconscious from the injuries that we had sustained during the war. Blood seeped from the wound in my stomach, thanks to the Grounder named Tristan that led the attack on our camp. The bullet that was in Raven's body had traveled to her spine through the night, leaving her numb from her waist down. She was curled in a ball a few feet beside me, mumbling incoherent phrases to keep herself awake. She was strong, but like me, her hope was fading quickly.

On the ground a few feet away lied a dead Grounder that had found himself at the wrong end of Raven's gun. The dark blood from his bullet wound mixed with the pool of blood around me, staining the metal floor. A shiver ran down my spine as I stared into his lifeless eyes. It reminded me of Wells the day I found him dead in the pit. He looked so peaceful, but his eyes were piercing mine in a way that made me shrink back.

Across the room, the tarp snapped to the side as a familiar figure stepped inside the drop ship. Raven's hands fumbled for the gun that she had in her lap as she raised the barrel at the boy holding his hands up in defense.

Even in my deluded state, I recognized the crooked nose and bloodied face. Murphy.

"Woah, woah. Raven, it's okay. Don't shoot. Please," he pleaded desperately.

Raven didn't drop the gun. "Why not? You shot me." She curled her finger around the trigger and squeezed, only hearing a clicking sound instead of a gunshot. She tried twice more before giving up and slouched against the wall, staring at Murphy as he limped forward and sat down across from us.

His usual smirk was plastered across his face. "Yeah, I would have shot me too."

Using what little strength I had left, I reached for the handgun that I found stashed underneath a jacket and pointed it at Murphy, my hand shaking as I did. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," I seethed. My threat would have been more lethal if my arms weren't swaying and I wasn't lying in my own pool of blood, but I didn't waiver. 

Just noticing that Raven wasn't alone, Murphy's head snapped to the side as his eyes widened at the sight of me leaning against the wall. "Put the gun down, Liv," he ordered in a quiet voice, raising his shackled hands again.

"You tortured me and hung Bellamy," I seethed, wrapping my finger around the trigger. I had promised myself that I would kill Murphy, and I finally had my chance. "You betrayed us. You deserve to die."

"You're right," he admitted, catching me off guard that made me drop the gun a little. "But if you kill me, you get rid of your only chance to get out of here."