Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Twenty

BOLD = Trigedasleng

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Bellamy brought Clarke to the drop ship for the first time since she blasted those rockets, reminding her of the time she thought Finn was dead. She felt heartbreak while she lived in Mount Weather.

When she reached the top level and found Lincoln chained to the wall and rushing forward, her heart stopped for a moment.

"It's okay," Bellamy assured. "It's okay. He's been restrained."

She looked sadly at the man that had lost himself to the people in Mount Weather, murmuring, "I can't believe we're back here again."

"Can you help him?" Octavia asked. She didn't sound hopeful because the love of her life looked right through her and didn't feel like getting her hopes up.

"I don't know," she admitted, taking a step closer. "I knew Mount Weather controlled the Reapers. I had no idea they were creating them."

"If they're doing that to Lincoln, what are they doing to our friends?" Bellamy asked.

Octavia looked at him sadly, remembering the times he thought Lincoln wasn't as important to her as he really was. "At least you understand," she mumbled. "I wish neither of us had to.

He looked down at his shoes, his heart lurching at the thought of her. In fact, even her name would make him feel depressed since she wasn't beside him, making fun of how he dressed or boldly kissing him.

"Clarke, can you do it?" Octavia asked again.

"I'm definitely gonna try."

***

Ever since Aella agreed to donate her blood before it was forcefully taken from her, she had her blood drawn more than anyone else. Since her immunity to radiation was high, the Mountain Men's blood didn't affect her as negatively as it did with everyone else. 

They drew her blood at least once a day since her recovery was quick, but since she was losing so much and eating much less, she was weaker. They didn't care, though, that she was getting sicker each passing day.

In the dorm room, she sat on Miller's bed holding a bucket to her chest as she and the gang talked about the pain the donating brought.

"I'm tired of puking," Harper mumbled.

"I'm tired of being a human pin cushion," Miller added.

"Look, I know this sucks, but as long as it seems like we're cooperating, we're buying ourselves time," Jasper said.

"Time for what? I say if we're gonna die in here, we might as well die trying to escape."

"Miller, killing ourselves to escape will be stupid," Aella said. "I would rather die trying to escape, but if there's a way I can get all of us out of this, I will do it in a heartbeat. We need to figure out how to end Mount Weather's reign of terror on all of us including the Grounders somehow."

"And I've already said that there is no escape since Clarke left," Jasper reminded. "We just have to hold on long enough for her to find a way to get us out."

"What if she doesn't find a way?" Monty asked.

"What if she never made it out?" one of the newer additions to the group asked. "What if that's just a story they're telling us to hide the fact that they killed her?"

"Monty, she will," Aella answered. "And I was with Clarke when she escaped. She escaped with Anya and I'm betting she will have an alliance with the Grounders. She may not be a great peace negotiator, but I have faith that she'll figure it out. Besides, Finn's peace talks need to have some meaning, right?" Then she vomited violently.