Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"We're going to make it today, alright? We're going to make it no matter what happens. We've made it this far," he takes her hand into his own. "Promise me that you won't give up."
"Bell-"
"Promise m...
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- 07 - - Revival -
Hauling two unconscious reapers that were over 200 pounds each was difficult between the three of them.
Coralie and Octavia dragged Lincoln by his arms while Bellamy did the same with Ace.
It was tiring and Coralie let out a sigh of relief when they had finally reached the dropship. They didn't wait to start tying the reapers up with seat belts and chains, just like they had done during the storm that seemed so long ago but in reality was a few weeks prior.
While Bellamy left to go find Clarke, Octavia and Coralie sat within a distance from the reapers that were beginning to wake up.
Coralie stared at Ace solemnly, a seemingly permanent frown etched on her face.
Before she knew it, Clarke was climbing up the dropship, startled by Ace and Lincoln.
"I can't believe we're back here again," Clarke sighs.
"Can you help them?" Coralie looks back at Ace, who didn't stop trying to release himself from the chains.
"I don't know," Clarke shook her head, taking a step forward. "I knew Mount Weather controlled the Reapers. I had no idea they were creating them."
"If they can do that to them, what are they doing to our friends?" Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows.
Coralie stands up and crosses her arms and Clarke gets closer, observing the two screaming reapers.
"What happened to his shoulder?" Clarke gestures to Ace's bleeding shoulder and Coralie sinks in her own skin.
"I shot him," she frowns.
"And his leg?" She looks at Lincoln's leg.
"I... shot him," Coralie repeats, dropping her gun to the ground and lightly kicking it in Octavia's direction. It was out of ammunition, anyway.
Clarke purses her lips. "Can you shine the light on Lincoln's neck?" Octavia does so and Clarke furrows her eyebrows. "Needle marks." She then turns to Ace, and Octavia shines the light on his neck, too, which resulted in the same marks.
