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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- 14 - - Tears of Joy -
Her blood ran cold as she stared up at her brother in confusion.
The baby?
Both Bellamy and Murphy's head snapped in her direction, neither of them knowing what to think or process.
"What are you talking about?" Coralie's voice cracked.
"You didn't know?" Kane chuckles. "The baby, Cora. You've been pregnant for over a month now."
"You-you're lying," she stutters, eyes watering.
"Why would I lie? I'm trying to do what's best for my sister and her baby. Take the chip, you'll both be safe with us," he brings the chip to her mouth, but she turns her head and her eyes lock with Bellamy's, who's full of shock.
Her mouth opens but she doesn't know what to say and her eyes fall to the floor as her head grows dizzy and Clarke's cries for her mother not to hang herself didn't help.
"Mom! Mom, stop! Listen to me. I know you can hear me. Just stop!" Clarke begs.
"You know how to stop this," Abby climbs onto a stool and puts her head through the noose.
Coralie wants to focus and try to do something, but she can't. The thought of a baby growing inside of her without her knowing made her head spin and stomach churn. It wasn't long before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell backward.
"Coralie!" Bellamy called, trying to go to her aid but is kicked in the side by Jaha in the process.
"Wait, Alie. If you kill her, you'll never get what you want," Clarke spoke, her voice strained.
"Alie's not killing me. You are," Abby told her daughter with a straight face.
"Mom, don't do this. Please. I'm begging you, don't do it. Please," Clarke cries.
"What's the passphrase, Clarke?"
"I ca-I c-" she stutters. Without another second wasted, Abby steps off of the stool and the rope begins to strangle her.
"No! No! No!" Clarke cries.
Kane leans over his younger sister's unconscious body and pulls her jaw so her mouth opens before moving to place the chip on her tongue.
