[ BOOK TWO ]
"You've got a warm heart, you've got a beautiful brain but it's disintegrating down."
I had welcomed death, but having to live without the people I care about is probably a fate worse than it. I am finally being punished for my crimes a...
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"You know one of them?" Bellamy exclaims as he raises his gun, pointing between the two.
"Yeah, I was gonna tell you after this. He saved me from the acid fog, he's not a threat." I explain to him.
"And Nyko is Lincoln's friend and their healer. They're both here to help." Octavia adds.
"We don't have time for this. We need to save Lincoln." I sigh, looking from Bellamy to Arlo, before rolling my eyes as I turn around and see Lincoln shaking on the ground. Oh my god, I think to myself as my eyes widen. "Clarke, I think he's seizing again." I alert her.
Nyko walks over quickly and kneels in front of Lincoln, taking out a vial of something. "What is that?" Clarke asks him, but he ignores her, and mumbles something in grounder, it sounding familiar. I turn around to Arlo, knowing he'd have understood, but my eyebrows furrow when I notice his head is lowered in what seems like sadness or guilt? I try to think back to where I remember those words from, thinking back to when Anya killed one of the grounders. Oh my god.
"Wait!" Clarke reaches out and catches the drop before it reaches Lincoln's mouth.
Nyko grabs his knife and draws it quickly. "Back off, right now!" Bellamy raises his gun, aiming it at Nyko.
"He's not here to save Lincoln, neither of them are. They're here to kill him." I alert the group.
"Nyko, is that true?" Octavia questions. Nyko looks down at Lincoln. "Yes. Death is the only way."
"Wait, you don't know that. There could be a way to save him." Clarke defends.
"None that I've ever seen."
"We have to go, the camp is leaving. We have to stop-" Finn begins, his head appearing from the hatch, only he's cut off by Arlo moving towards him angrily, grabbing him by the neck. "Ripa! You slaughtered our people." He yells and I watch as Bellamy now turns his gun to Arlo. "Jus drien, jus daun."
"Arlo stop! You're going to kill him!" I plead. "Bellamy, put the gun down, you're not shooting him!"
And as I start approaching him, Clarke zaps Arlo with an electric staff, causing him to drop to the ground. I look from her to Arlo, below me. I understand where he's coming from. Finn slaughtered their people. They are justified to want him dead for what he did, but that doesn't mean we'll let them kill him.
"Lincoln? He's not breathing!" Octavia calls out, dropping besides him.
Clarke falls on her knees besides him, pressing her fingers to his neck. "His heart stopped, move."
Clarke then moves over his body, pressing her hands against his chest, attempting to restart his heart. Finally Lincoln gasps, taking in a deep breath and I let out a sigh of relief.
"How did you do that? He was dead." Nyko asks, leaning against the drop ship wall besides Arlo. "You've tried bringing reapers back before and they died just like this?" Clarke asks Nyko who slowly nods.
