Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Fifty-Six

Sorry if story updates take 30 million years. I've been writing story after story because my mind cannot stop coming up with plots that I want to artfully craft into a decent story. This is my first story on Wattpad and the best-performing, but I'm gonna be a sellout and ask that you check out some of my other works in progress.

You don't have to, as your support on this story alone is absolutely amazing and you guys are the greatest, but if you happen to like my writing and want to find more fics for your different fandoms, I guess, you can check the other stories out. There are many more to come that are in my drafts, but yeah. I haven't given up or forgotten about my stories. I'm done selling myself out and please enjoy this chapter. 

It's really fucking short (not too bad, but still not as long as my other chapters). I'm sorry. 

BOLD = Trigedasleng

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"Can anybody hear me?" Aella shouted into the radio about a billion times. "This is Aella. Octavia won and vowed to share the bunker. Whosever bright idea this was, I want to speak to you. Open the damn door."

"They're not going to answer," Indra said.

"Answer me, damn it!" she shouted.

"It's me," said Bellamy on the other line. "Are you okay?"

"Octavia's alive," she said. "She won. Now, tell me who is in charge of what happened here."

"It wasn't me," he said.

"I figured."

"But I'll fix it."

"Someone should. The clans are angry. Octavia declared what I wanted to do all along: share with the clans. One clan. Now, if it isn't clear, we're outside and angry. One clan is angry and looking for blood."

"100 from each clan?"

"That's the plan. I guess... the list." She sighed. "My dad is buying us time helping them select each 100 and Gaia convinced the scouts to lock down the temple. Open the door."

"I'm going right now, A."

"Is Archer in there?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, open the door."

"On my w-"

The radio went silent.

She furrowed her brow.

"Bellamy? Bellamy!"

There was no response.

"We don't have time for this!" she shouted aloud. "Black rain is everywhere, people are falling sick...it's going to be here soon."

"What could we even do?" Octavia asked, crossing her arms. "Wait?"

"Bellamy is inside and you are not," she answered. "He'd die before he'd fail to find a way to get you in."

"You have a lot of faith in my brother."

"He may not always be reasonable, but when he's got a task in mind, he'll accomplish it."

Aella bit her lip nervously. Ever since she became the Commander, she had to grow more confident, but now this was life and death. If that door didn't open, her promise and Octavia's promise were broken and they'd die bitter.

She also thought of Archer. She'd trade her life for his any day but knew how bonded they were. When she thought he was dead, she lost her mind. She cried herself to sleep. When she got him back, she was ecstatic. She didn't want to put him through that kind of pain.