❝ Disappeared from the Ark
without a trace? ❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from her life on the Ark, Clove Everhart finds herself entangled within a crowd of a hundred criminals. Despite her respect for the Ark's laws, s...
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The Radio;
𝐓hree hundred peopleare about to be sacrificed to extend the oxygen supply on The Ark.
That's what Raven told her while running alongside in search of the older Blake sibling. Now, she's not only worried about her parents, but also the unnecessary fates of the voluntary fathers, mothers, and other loved ones up there.
"Hey!" Clarke calls from the front.
Clove's focus races to her friend, noticing the familiar person wandering away from them. Clenching her jaw, she instantly takes off in the direction of the man.
"Hey, Blake! Where is it?"
Bellamy turns around as she approaches, undoubtedly ignoring Clarke's presence. Even though he catches the anger in her eyes, he casually shrugs it off. "Hey, Short Stuff, you taking a walk in the woods?"
She bites the inside of her cheek, not bothering to disapprove of the terrible nickname.
"Where is it?" she repeats unwaveringly.
Clarke speaks up, immediately earning their attention. "They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen. And I can guarantee you it won't be council members. It will be working people, your people."
"Bellamy! Where's the radio?" Finn emerges. He pushes Bellamy back, only to receive a glare from the latter.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the man replies.
"Bellamy Blake?" Raven cuts in, eyebrows raised as she studies him. "They're looking everywhere for you."
He casts her a glare, "shut up."
"Looking for him why?" Clove frowns. Her utterly confused expression shifts from Raven to Bellamy, brows furrowing deeply at the urgency in his eyes.
"He shot Chancellor Jaha."
The moment the words process, she takes a visible step backward. Her green eyes widen, lips parting in disbelief.
A tiny flash of disappointment passes his features at her clear attempt of extending the space between them, although it vanishes as fast as it came.
The blonde is skeptical, her head shaking in denial. She doesn't want to accept the fact that the man in front of her is a murderer. Let alone her best friend's father's murderer.
"That's why you took the wristbands. You needed everyone to think we're dead," Clarke concludes.
"And all that whatever the hell we want? You just care about saving your own skin." The disgust in Finn's voice is more than obvious.
