Killer // Bellamy Blake (1)

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Bellamy left Delaney and Lincoln alone. Tears slid down her face as she thought about everything that had gone wrong. Charlotte was dead. Bellamy and everyone else thought she was a traitor. Murphy was gone, and even if he wasn't he was on everyone's list. No one would believe him if he voiced for Delaney.

"I hate you, Linkon," Delaney complained to the man tied beside her.

"This is not my fault."

"It is your fault! Why'd you kidnap her?"

Lincoln didn't answer Delaney. Just as she was going to tell again, the hatch opened. Clarke, Bellamy, Octavia, and some people Delaney didn't recognize came up the ladder.

"You poisoned him, didn't you?" Clarke looked only to Lincoln. Her eyes held anger and sadness as she stepped right up to him.

Lincoln set his jaw, his eyes boring down on her that told her he wasn't going to comply. He wasn't going to help her.

"Answer her!" Bellamy barked, stepping up. The girl in the red jacket did too, tears in her eyes. Delaney had never seen her before.

"What poison did you use? Where's the antidote?"

"Hey, you want to prove you're on our side? Translate." Bellamy ordered, pointing at Delaney.

She didn't like his arrogant, rude attitude. She didn't like how he ordered her around. Delaney pushed her distaste aside, though, and started talking.

"Linkon, which poison did you use?"

"I will not help them save their friend."

"Will you help me save mine?"

Lincoln looked at her, a scowl on his lips. He turned forward once more. Delaney sighed and looked to Bellamy.

"Do you have his case? A small case with vials in it?" Delaney asked, desperate to help. Desperate to restore her relationship with the people from the Ark. Maybe if they trusted her again, they'd let her speak to her father over the communication system.

Clarke grabbed the case and spread it out on the floor ahead of Lincoln. She waited for him to say something. Anything.

"Which one, Linkon?"

He didn't answer. Delaney repeated her question but she still got no response.

"Well?"

"I don't know which one he used. If you let me take a look -"

"No. You are not going anywhere near him." The girl in the red jacket sneered at Delaney. It made the blonde shut her mouth and nod. She didnt want to push, but they weren't going to get the antidote unless she could see the effects of it.

Bellamy got up in Lincoln's face, yelling at him. Trying to get a reaction. Delaney was going to warn Bellamy to back up, but she knew he wouldn't listen. What she was fearing would happen did as Lincoln reeled his head back and then smacked it against Bellamy's, giving him a bloody nose.

Bellamy rounded on Lincoln. Delaney just shook her head as Clarke and Octavia pulled him off.

"Just let me talk to him, Bell." Octavia insisted. Bellamy shook his head and pulled his sister aside to where no one else could hear.

"Please. He's dying."

"Clarke, I told you I can identify it if -"

"I said no!" The other girl yelled.

"I know what it looks like. I know which poison does what. I can identify it. If you don't let me, Finn'll die anyway." Delaney tried to reason.

"I can get it out of him." Bellamy grabbed a seatbelt from nearby, wrapping part of the strap around his fist. The rest of it hung in his grip as he stalked toward Lincoln.