The Right Choice ~ Bellamy Blake {EDITED}

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Bellamy Blake shown above.

I still couldn't believe we were here. This is the first time in my life that I've actually felt free. I bet I could say the same for everyone else here too. At this point, I was the only person left who was still stood remotely close to the drop ship, everybody else ran the second they got the chance. Not like I blame them, I guess I just got too caught up in everything.

I take a deep breath of fresh air and walk over to none other than Clarke Griffin, who is currently looking over a large piece of paper. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and she looked disappointed, almost angry actually.

"Long time no see Blondie." I say as I hop over to where she was standing. She looks up from the paper and her eyes widen with shock.

"Quinn? I never thought I'd see you again." she exclaimed. She flung her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly, as if I was going to fade away.

"I thought your birthday had already passed, I thought you were dead." she whispered into my shoulder.

"A week to go Clarke, I was almost a goner." I said laughing. She finally pulled away and looked me up and down.

"You haven't changed one bit." she said, still in awe. "Well apart from the...tattoos?" she continued, scanning over the black ink on my skin, turning over my forearms for a closer inspection.

"You're mom disagrees Clarke." I said with a small smile.

"You spoke to her?" she questioned, with glassy eyes, clearly missing her already.

"Yeah, I spoke to her just before I was put onto the drop ship. She told me to tell you that she loves you very much." I said with a smile "even though you probably already know that." I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

"And this" I said pointing to the ink under my skin "Let's just say I had a lot of spare time and an inside man to get me some tools." My inside man was no one other than council member Marcus Kane, out of everyone who sat at a high position on the council, he believed that what I did wasn't my fault. He's also probably the reason I stayed sane for so long in my cell. If anything he became a sort of father figure when I was up there.

He would visit me regularly and get me things that I needed or wanted, including inks and needles. We grew close, I even ended up telling him who was behind my arrest but he didn't have enough proof to get said person floated. In the end, it was my word against a highly respected person.

Clarke smiled at me, then let go of my arms and turned back around to look at the piece of paper that I had finally figured out was a map. The disappointed look returned to her face as she stared from the map to the mountain in the far distance.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to find out what was worrying her.

"That mountain over there, that's Mount Weather." she grunted, clearly annoyed.

"They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain." she continued, just as Wells joined us.

"How did you end up down here anyway Quinn?" she asked curiously. "I didn't see you as the type to be a criminal, I heard you were arrested but nobody would spill any details about what happened, it was and still is being treated like a huge secret, especially since it was right after your parents execution."

I could tell she regretted saying that the second it left her lips but I tried my best to ignore it and opened my mouth to make a lie up but instead my words got caught in my throat. I stuttered as I struggled to find an answer but then sighed with relief once I saw Jasper and Monty bounding over happily with smiles on their faces, saving me from explaining myself.