Our Salvation || Bellamy Blake

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I stand between Bellamy and Clarke, the three of us shoulder to shoulder as we discuss the new rules. The camp surrounds us on all sides, the fire flickering upon our faces. Rules where hanging people have consequences, and killing children is banish-able.

If anyone disagrees, they talk to me. They can either listen, or be left to die just like Murphy. I wouldn't be as forgiving.

Except, I would have to be. I myself am a murderer, with blood on my hands and I have not been punished. Charlottes death showed me why 'whatever the hell we want' could not continue.

    "And that's why we banished him. We will not have any more of what happened yesterday." I finish, my face set and sunken. I sigh, scanning the crowd who's faces are bleak. I hope the guilt follows the ones that were behind Murphy, that they feel it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Clarke watching me carefully. She holds my stare, looking at me like a kicked puppy. I shake my head ever so slightly, clenching my jaw. I'm fine.

    "Anybody got a problem with that?" Bellamy challenges, crossing his arms. The group is silent, slowly dispersing back to their tents. Eventually, it's just Clarke, Bellamy and I left standing by the fire.

Bellamy and Clarke share a knowing look that I see out of the corner of my eye, and my lip slips between my teeth. If I let myself think, I will breakdown. I'm stronger than that.

    "Avalon-" Clarke starts, but I cut her off with a deadly look. Waving my hand in the air to stop her midsentence.

    "Monty's almost done. I should be there." I interrupt, watching Bellamy's expression fall slightly as I turn around, walking towards the dropship.

I half expect him to grab my wrist, spin me around and force to me to think clearly. Lately, it's become a habit. He knows how it hurt to see Charlotte do that- he loved her just as much. He knows it's a facade that will crumble, and that this isn't me, that Charlotte wouldn't want that. But Bellamy doesn't , the two letting me leave the air filled with tension.

My cheeks puff up as I duck inside the dropship, Monty, Octavia, Finn, and Jasper all surrounding the wristband Clarke gave him. "We'll be able to communicate with them?" I ask, leaning against the wall near Monty.

Octavia glances at me, but I meet her eye and she looks away carefully. I knew she was still recovering from Atom, but this was her distraction.

    "In Morse code, yeah." Monty answers, moving a wire slowly. I bend down next to him, peering at it, the mechanic in me creeping out.

    "You're good Monty," I breathe out, my stomach fluttering in hope. "This will either work, or fry everything. It's an unstable connection, but its all we got." We have to try.

Monty smiles at me, holding the two wires in his hands. "Thanks, Avalon. Want to do the honors?" He holds them out to Jasper, who's been recovering faster by the day. That seaweed really did save his life, the color returning to his features.

Jasper hesitantly takes them in his hands, Monty instructing him which port to press it to. I turn my head to look back at Finn, who's silently leaning next to a pole, Clarke next to him. Apparently she walked in unheard shortly after I did, too curious to avoid me.

Jasper does exactly as Monty said, and it's quiet in the room. Hope fills the air, my index finger wrapping itself around my middle finger for good luck by my side.

The moment is gone, and a small puff of smoke and a slight shock is enough for the four of us to jump away. I've seen this many times in the lab, and it was usually never good. Then, the same small shock can be felt on my wrist as I rub it lightly. The same thing goes for Octavia, then Finn, Jasper and Monty.