It's A Short Story~~ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 8- The 300

"Olivia, wake up!" I opened my eyes slowly and saw Octavia sitting on my bed.
"Hey, what's up?" I said yawning while talking.
"Olivia, there is something outside. It's falling out of the sky. I think it came from the Ark."

I leaped out of bed and put on my pants. I had my jacket in my hands as I walked out. Bellamy came out of his tent at the same time. Only is shirt was once again missing. "Guys, over there." Octavia said as she pointed at a sort of fireball, that indeed fell out of the sky. Some more delinquents walked out of their tents, but out of Bellamy's a blond and a brunette came out too.
"You couldn't just keep it with one?" I asked Bellamy chuckling.
"Jealous?" He said and I responded by playfully hitting his arm.
"Never."
"It could have been you," he whispered, "but nothing ever happened between us."
"No, I don't like being one of you one night stands, thank you."
"You would be much, much more, Queenie."

While Bellamy was saying that, something shot up in my mind. I grabbed Bellamy's wrist and pulled him into the forest. Of course Bell thought I was finally falling for him or something, well... wrong. "Bell, listen."
"All yours." He replied.
"Good. That thing is to small to be a Drop Ship, besides it would come to early. It probably a pod."
"Yes, so?" He rolled eyes.
"So there would be cargo inside it. Probably a radio."
"Oh, no." He said looking at me as though I was a genius. I must say: I'm not stupid, but I'm not a genius either. I just know a little bit from loads of stuff. Which makes people think I'm smart.
"Oh yes," I said, "we have to get there first before anyone else, especially Princess and Spacewalker."

It was already morning when we reached the pod. And I was right; it was a pod. Now it was just taking everything that could make contact with the Ark away. "Hurry up." I whisper-yelled while Bellamy opened the door of the pod.
"There is someone inside it." He told me.
"Yeah so? Clarke and Finn will be here any minute. Grab the radio and go." Bell cut the wires that connected the radio with the pod.
"Got it." He showed it to me.
"Good. Now let's get rid of it. Somewhere no will find it."
"The river?" Bell suggested.
"Perfect. Let's go."

The river wasn't far and as soon as we reached it, Bellamy threw the radio into it. I sat down at the river. Bell gave me a confused look, which I answered, "come, sit down. We ran enough for this morning." He sat down besides me and stared at the river.
"Ever since I know you still got family on the Ark," Bellamy started the conversation, which I knew was gonna be a hard one, "one question is bothering me."
"And that is?"
"Well... you know... I don't want the Ark to come down. And I know damn well that that means they're all gonna die sooner or later. So why are you helping me?"
"Because... my father thinks I'm a murderer. Not that he said it right in my face, but the look in his eyes when the Guard took me, told me enough. So it doesn't really matter."

Bellamy looked a long time at me, but kept his mouth shut. My eyes were fixed on the river.
"I killed him," Bellamy suddenly said, "to get on the Drop Ship. I killed him."
"Who?" I said confused. I turned my head and immediately locked eyes with Bell.
"Jaha," he answered, "I shot Chancellor Jaha."
"That's-"
"I know I'm a murderer." He cut me off.
"Don't forget that I'm one too. Out of self defense I killed the man. You wanted to protect your sister on the Ground. And to get on the Drop Ship, you killed the Chancellor." I sighed deeply, "and sooner or later, we're all murderers. With the Grounders around, it's killing or getting killed."
Twigs snapped behind us. It was me nor Bellamy, it could be a Grounder. "We should get away from the river." Bellamy said and looked around.
"Yes, we should." I replied standing up slowly. We started walking away into the woods. I had that feeling we were followed, but it didn't feel like Grounders, how strange that may sound.

"Hey, Lovebirds!" Someone shouted. The both of us looked at the source of the noise. It was Clarke, a very angry Clarke, "where is it?" She walked over.
"Hey, Princess," Bellamy replied, "you taking a walk in the woods?"
"They're getting ready to kill 300 people up there." Clarke said, but now she looked angry and worried at the same time, "to save oxygen. And I can guarantee you: it won't be Council members. It'll be working people, your people."