In Hate, We Love

21. Hallway Fight

"This is crazy" I whisper, adrenaline forcing its way through my body!

It is the dead of night, the whole Ark is asleep, except for Bellamy and I.

We are stood just around the corner from the Councils headquarters. I have been in there before with my parents but never into the office.

"You dont seriously want to back out now princess!" Bellamy whispers back and I shake my head.

"No! Let's go"

We carefully sneak towards the door and Bellamy swipes a card.

"Can I ask where you found that card?" I say, giving him a suspicious look.

"You can, but doesnt mean you are guaranteed an answer" Bellamy says with a wink.

The pad turns from orange to green with a quiet beep and the door slides open, the lights inside the room coming on automatically.

I shake my head at him and enter, Bellamy follows, in the centre sits the large round table where the council meets.

There is a second door on the left hand side of the room.

"Come on" I say quietly, sneaking over to it. "Will your card work on this one?" I ask quietly, looking at the lock pad.

Bellamy walks over and tries it, again the light goes green.

I smile at him and for a moment I dont move, unable to look away.

I snap out of it when Bellamy moves into the office. He turns on the desk lamp and we start looking.

"What uh...what exactly are we looking for?" I ask, looking through some draws in the desk. Nothing in here except some stationary.

"Anything to do with the recent murders or floatings i guess." Bellamy says, examining some high shelves. He pulls down a file of papers and begins to flip through them.

It is about 10 minutes before i find anything remotely usefull, none of the meeting records had any detailed information about the murders, just basic facts and statistics that I already know.

I flip open a file, a doctors file. There are profiles for every person who has died in the last month. Cause of death, whether their murderer was imprisoned or floated, and what was done with the body after death.

I put it to one side, picking up the next bunch of files, finding it filled with exactly what i had hoped - profiles of all the convicted murderers and criminals from this month. The file is slightly smaller than that of the victims.

"Hey Bellamy, will this be usefull?" I whisper. He walks over and peers over my shoulder. "Wait look at this!" I say a bit louder, pointing my finger on something on the file of a girl named Maria Folhem.

All the information is filled in but where it says "Was this patient on any medication?" It is crossed out in pen.

"Why would someone cross it out?" I say to Bellamy.

"I dont know, maybe the doctor just wrote it down wrong." Bellamy suggests.

"Maybe..." i flip the page "it's the same on this one...and the next!" I skim through all of them and they are all the same.

Bellamy is quiet, "what is it?" He asks when I make a troubled sound.

"It's just that, this copy wont be the first, the doctor will have the original..." i say slowly.

"So you're saying someone in the council tampered with it when the file got to them?" Bellamy asks.

"Maybe...we need to find out what medication they were on...I think" I say cautiously, staring down at the files of murders beside the file of victims. This is all very odd, how have I even gotten involved in all this, I think about Wells and my dad then stop questioning it.

"Princess are you suggesting what I think you are?" Bellamy asks, a hint of humour in his voice. He's enjoying this far too much.

I spin around, now unintentionally close to him.

"Yes Blake, I am. We have to find the original files, they will be in the doctors office" I turn again, my back now to Bellamy. I look at who has signed each file. "Huh...they have all been signed by the same doctor, Dr Jackson and by Vice Chancellor Kane"

I shove a few files of both the criminals and the victims into my bag before putting the rest back on the shelf.

"We should go" I say to Bellamy who is also putting back what he got out. We look the office up and down, decide it is fine and we close the door.

We quickly walk past the Councils round table and Bellamy swipes his card again to open the door.

I let out a heavy sigh as we escape into the corridor, the door closing behind us.

Bellamy is stood beside me and i look up at him and smile.

"Stop!"

My blood turns cold and my muscles cramp up. I slowly turn.

I relax slightly when I see it is only Finn.

"Finn what do you want?" Bellamy asks in a dangerously low voice.

"I overheard your plan, you know, after you threw me out of your house Clarke!" Finn spits bitterly.

Bellamy and I are silent.

"What do you want?" Bellamy asks through the silence.

"I want her back you prick!" Finn shouts. I wince slightly and shrink back, at the same time, Bellamy steps foward.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Bellamy asks, sounding confused.

Finn doesnt look like he is listening, his eyes look black in the low light but they have a glazed over look in them.

"You can't have her" Finn says quietly, in a voice that sounds so far away from himself.

Before either of us can respond, Finn is charging for Bellamy, fists raised.

Bellamy catches Finn's fist before it can hit him but Finn uses his other hand to land a punch on Bellamy's side.

I let out a scream. "Stop! Finn stop!" I cry, about to push myself between them but Finn shoves Bellamy to the side, blocking me off so I can't get to him.

Bellamy tries to hold Finn back by his shoulders. "Clarke go" he says, lifting his fist and hitting Finn right accross the jaw.

As Finn's head turns back i see a flash in his eyes as it catches the light. A flash of purple...like the...the murderer from that night.

"Bellamy dont fight him!" I say, not going anywhere, "We have to run!"

Finn throws a punch that hits Bellamy right in the face but Bellamy is stronger than him and he shoves Finn almost to the floor.

Bellamy walks quickly to my side. I grab his arm, give Finn one last glance and start walking away.

Click.

We freeze.

We turn slowly.

Finn is getting back onto his feet, a gun in his hand, pointed at Bellamy's head.