Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Twenty-Eight

Just having a creativity flow today!!! Awful timing since I should be studying for finals, but memorizing the quadratic formula and the conjugation of être isn't gonna get me as excited as I am about writing!!! Ugh and this new Spotify playlist I made gets me in some weird writing mood I don't know, man.

I'm odd. And thank you for reading!

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Aella, Maya, Jasper, and the people kind enough to take them in were talking about nonsense, knowing fully well that Bellamy had a plan and must have gotten the Grounders on the inside to cooperate when they heard an announcement from Cage on the P.A. system.

"My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking," he announced. "I have news to share with you that will change all of our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It's kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we've had to do to survive. We've done these things for one reason... so that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today."

"He's coming clean," Aella realized with a sudden dread looming over her like a raincloud. 

"Before my friend Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow."

"He wants to start a civil war," she realized. "To wage war against the people kind enough to take us in... That and we have nothing to hold over him now."

"This has been the dream of our people since the bombs, but to reach it now, I need your help. The 44 criminals that irradiated Level Five, killing 15 of our people, are now keeping us from that dream. Although we've repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were so viciously taken from us, and as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people who did this, and I am speaking to you now. If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the 44 murderers you're now hiding are the key to doing that. You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we'll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I'm asking you, please do what's right for your people, our people, so that we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We're almost home."

Aella's stomach churned and she prayed that the kind people sitting across from her wouldn't turn her in. "If they get to the ground, everyone from the Ark could be killed. We'll be dead and so will the Grounders. Every man, woman, and child..." She bit her lip and kneeled in front of the people who allowed her, Maya, and Jasper to seek refuge in their home. "I'm not asking you to risk your lives for us any further—you already have and I'm forever indebted to you—but I beg you to just give us time to figure this out before you turn us in."

"We won't turn you in," said the kind older woman. "I would never wish harm upon another living soul. I-"

There was a knock on the door and the trio of refugees silently panicked. They knew it wasn't Bellamy since he used a specifically weird knock every time he came around. He couldn't as often as he wanted, but he would drop by to check on how everyone is doing and maybe kiss his redheaded spitfire every once in a while.

In the current situation, the trio quickly hid into a hole in the wall of some sort concealed by a painting while the older man opened the door.

"Yes?" the man said. 

"Step aside, please," said a guard. 

"Why? What's wrong?" 

"We'll just be a moment." 

"If you tell us what you're looking for, maybe we can help you," said the woman. 

"You know what we're looking for."