𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

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Aleta looked at Clarke in shock. "What? No!" She exclaimed. Bellamy walked over to a few seats and began cutting off a seatbelt.

"Just tell us!" Octavia pleaded as she walked closer to the grounder. Two guys grabbed her and pulled her away from him and she struggled in their grip. "Bellamy, stop!" Aleta commanded but he didn't listen. She stepped forward but someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She turned her head to see that it was Nathan Miller. "Nathan, get your hands off of me!" She exclaimed.

"Just stay out of this. Please," Nathan whispered as he eyed the grounder uneasily. "Get off of me," she snapped as she squirmed in his grip. His arms wrapped around her upper body and he pulled her back, making her struggle harder. Bellamy walked over to the grounder and used a knife to cut off his shirt.

"You're gonna show us the antidote or you're gonna wish you had," Bellamy threatened. Aleta freed herself and pushed Nathan backward. "Bellamy, no. Please," Octavia quietly said, tears in her eyes. Bellamy raised his arm and slammed it down, allowing the seatbelt to smack against the grounder's chest. Aleta flinched and the man grunted. Bellamy raised he seatbelt again and released it on the grounder's face.

Aleta flinched again and Clarke slid to the ground. "Which one's the antidote?" Clarke asked him. "Just tell them," Aleta pleaded. The grounder looked at her and tilted his head to the side slightly. Bellamy followed the man's gaze and clenched his jaw. Clarke moved out of the way and Bellamy began hitting the Grounder with the seatbelt again. Aleta attempted to latch onto Bellamy's arm. She got ahold of it and temporarily stopped his actions.

"What the hell, Bellamy? Stop!" She shouted. "Let go of my arm," Bellamy muttered through gritted teeth. Aleta's eyes filled with defiance and his eyes narrowed to slits. "I mean it, Aleta. Let go," he tried again, his glare hard. "Not until you agree to stop," she snapped. Bellamy's glare hardened even more and he tried to pull his arm out of her grasp. Aleta kept a firm grip on his arm, eyes filled with rage.

Nathan got ahold of her again and began yanking the girl away from Bellamy. Her grip loosened and she began pounding her fists into Nathan's arms. "Let go of me, you ass! I mean it!" She exclaimed. Bellamy turned back to the grounder and began hitting the man with the seatbelt again.

He kept going and going and Aleta felt sick to her stomach as she watched until she couldn't take it and looked away. "Enough!" Octavia yelled. "Guys! He's getting worse! We're running out of time!" Raven called up to them. Clarke became even more desperate and began begging the grounder for the antidote. "Please, just tell us which one the antidote is. Our friend is dying," Aleta pleaded again. The grounder just looked at her, not uttering a word. "If that doesn't work, maybe this will," Bellamy said as he picked up a large nail. "Clarke, you don't have to be here for this," he said next and Aleta scoffed.