Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Fifty-Eight

SOOO I said I was gonna split Aella's story into a second book for season six and beyond BUT because season seven will be the last season, it'll stay here, meaning there will be many chapters of this story but that is a-okay.

I am also working on many stories for all of y'all if you are interested. To give you an idea of how many fucking stories I have, seven are published and seven are drafts. HOLEEE SHETTTT. 

I have ADD. My brain is scattered into the stories I write. That is why updates take centuries to be published. What else is new?

ENJOY

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A race against time had happened more so in history before this moment. In those times, there has never once been a race that was not stressful. This race happened to be one of those moments and the finish line meant survival. If the race was incomplete, death was the only alternative.

Aella Kane was reasonably anxious about Raven's rocket, helping with whatever she could. Her son's life was on the line as well as her friends' lives and the life of the man she loved.

Because of the radiation, signals were near impossible to transmit, meaning the people in the bunker were almost kept in the dark about some of their strongest leaders' whereabouts until Clarke got the message through to her mom that they were heading to space since they ran out of time to successfully make it back.

People were contacting their loved ones for the last time until it was safe to land. Bellamy was the second to last to do so, contacting his little sister and giving her advice on how to leave. He had done so in privacy like the others to stay away from prying ears.

Aella knocked on the glass door before opening it, seeing the man she loved grasping the radio in one hand while he held his head up with the other, looking down.

"Did you get her?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Bellamy responded, just as kindly. "But the radio's dead. You won't get to say goodbye to your dad."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "It's fine. It's...good."

He approached her and wrapped her in a warm embrace, one that she didn't know she needed until then. She didn't realize she was so deprived of his loving touch since they were reasonably focused on other things.

She sniffled, her arms wrapping around his waist in almost desperation.

"He knows how much you love him, A," Bellamy assured, his lips brushing against her temple. "Just think how happy he'll be to see you in a few years."

"I know you're trying your best, but that really didn't help," she responded, a chuckle emerging from her lips for the first time in what felt like forever.

"I've got forever to learn."

She locked lips with him and had to pull apart when Murphy called for them. If the situation wasn't serious, she'd have knocked him flat on his ass. Of course, he could just kick her in the leg to knock her down, but she'd still try.

They approached the group, hand in hand, and watched as the death wave decimated Polis from the live feed of a drone before the signal was abruptly interrupted. The small group of ragtag survivors watched as their friends and family became buried under rubble in that vault and those that were thrown outside of it were killed in a hellish fire. It wasn't an easy thought to think of what became of those that were trapped outside.

"It's 210 miles from Polis to the island," Raven informed in a hushed manner. "According to what was our last drone, the wave is accelerating. If we're not off the ground at least 20 minutes before it hits, the electromagnetic charge in the pyroclastic cloud will shut down the rocket's avionics, meaning it won't fly. That gives us 90 minutes to run a six-hour preflight check, retrieve the oxygen generator from the lighthouse, turn a cockpit designed for two into one that can carry ten, and load the cargo hold with enough food to keep us from starving in space while we wait for the algae to bloom."