Only The Brave- The 100

1.3

"This changes everything. No more running from spears." Bellamy gushed, setting up a make shift shooting range in the fall out shelter. "Ready to be a badass, Mags?" Immediately she shook her head, not even wanting to touch the rifle Bellamy was holding out for her. "Look. I'm not gonna fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them, but don't expect me to like it."

Bellamy kept insisting that she had to learn how to use a gun to which she consistently refused. She hoped to go as long as she could in life without having to touch a weapon of any sort. "Fine, watch and learn." He finally gave in and prompted to do it himself, aiming his gun and pulling the trigger. He reloads and tries again, but it still doesn't fire. "Still watching." Margaret inputted sarcastically, to which he rolled his eyes. "My bullets are duds."

"You shouldn't waste ammunition anyway. We need to talk about how we're gonna keep guns around camp, where are we gonna keep them, and who has access." Seemingly ignoring her, Bellamy tries again and manages to fire a round extremely close to the target. Margaret watched on impressed but shook it off, returning to her reasonable and all work no play mindset. "You left Miller in charge of the grounder. You must trust him?" She observed, seeing Bellamy fiddling with the rifle and nodding his head. "You should keep him close. The others listen to him."

His comment made her furrow her eyebrows, repeating what he has said in confusion. She finally added all of the pieces together, looking up at him with a mixture of shock and hurt. "Wait... you're running aren't you? That's why you agreed to come with me, you were gonna load up on supplied and just disappear." As she spoke her words grew rather disgusted, how could he abandon the camp like it was nothing? He stayed quite with guilt and anger replacing his features. "So you're just gonna leave Octavia?" She questioned. "Octavia hates me. She'll be fine." Margaret didn't know what to say, no words left her mouth as she simply looked at him with a frown.

"I shot the chancellor. They're gonna kill me, Mags. Best-case scenario, they lock me up with the Grounder for the rest of my life, and there's no way in hell I'm giving Jaha the satisfaction... I need some air."

Brushing her fingers through her hair, Margaret let out an aggravated huff. There was no way he was letting him leave. Clarke couldn't run the camp all by herself, the 100 needed Bellamy to keep them safe. Deciding to convince him, Margaret began to walk to the exit but stopped as her head began to feel heavy. She raised her palm and rested it on her forehead, feeling dizzy. 

"Margaret." She heard a muffled voice call from behind her. Whipping her head around instantly only to find that she was back on the Ark, in her jail cell. Her breathing picked up as she looked around in confusion, 'how was this possible?'

"Margaret." The voice called again, much clearly now. It was her father, Marcus Kane. Turning around once again she came face to face with the man. His face showed no emotion, he just stared down at his daughter blankly. "Dad?" She questioned shakily. 

"Look at you." He spat. "You call yourself a Kane? You're weak Margaret." She took a few steps back, stumbling at his harsh words. "They're all dead because of you." He continued, and Margaret stayed silent, on the verge of tears. Her gaze moved to the ground, unable to look the the man in front of her. "Murphy. Charlotte. Wells. Atom. You killed them all." The flood gates had finally been opened, she shook her head placing her hands over her ears. "This isn't real." She repeated to herself, clamping her eyes shut. "They won't be the last either. You can't save anyone." 

She fell to her knees, her voice getting loud as she continued to tell herself that what she was seeing and hearing wasn't real, it couldn't be. Her father too began to shout. "You're a murderer! You couldn't even kill yourself without messing that up! You're a waste! You're not my daughter!" It was all too much for her to handle, she knew that her father wasn't really there but it felt all too real. Opening her eye's and moving her hands away from her ears she looked up at the man through the salty tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry!" She screamed. "I didn't want this, I'm sorry!"