Earth's Weaknesses: Parts 1-7 (The 100 Fanfiction)

PART ONE // Chapter 6

Chapter 6: His Sister's Keeper

"No! Don't take the knife out— it's probably the only thing keeping the blood in."

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The light outside woke me up, but it wasn't from the sun. Bellamy was walking around looking in each tent individually with a fire torch. I climbed down from where I had strapped myself into the tree to keep watch... inwardly scolding myself for having fallen asleep in the first place. I jumped down the last bit of the way, landing lightly behind him. Bellamy spun around, his knife inches from my face. I laughed, "Easy there," before pushing the knife out of the way. "Same side, remember?"

He put the knife away and rubbed his forehead, sighing before continuing to check the tents. "Have you seen Octavia?"

"Relax, she's probably out chasing butterflies or something. It's not like she'd be hooking up with anyone considering the last guy she did that with got strung up on a tree for the night." I shrugged.

"You heard about that?"

"It was my tree. I saw the whole thing," I muttered, remembering vividly the night it happened. "I would've set him free but he was in the way, and I can't jump down that far painlessly."

He turned around, seemingly unable to decide whether he wanted his free hand to run through his hair or wipe the sweat from his forehead, but instead he picked the knife back up in the end. "She's not at camp, I've checked everywhere."

Clarke appeared, wiping her eyes as if she'd been unable to sleep— which was understandable considering the circumstances. "What's going on?"

"Octavia's missing," I answered.

"Let me help, I'll check the rest of the tents." She nodded before disappearing.

Bellamy gathered up a few of the other hunters and picked up the large supply of homemade weapons, dropping it on the floor and unravelling the cloth surrounding it. "Everybody grab a weapon. My sister's been out there alone for twelve hours. We're not coming back without her. We need a tracker, Finn! Get out here."

I grabbed another knife, pocketing it before anyone saw. My collection was slowly growing. As soon as Finn comes out of his tent we'd be able to leave. Someone called out, and I looked up.

They didn't see the flares.

"And a meteor shower tells you that?" Bellamy looked up at the movement in the sky.

Clarke said sourly, "It's not a meteor shower. It's a funeral. This is what it looks like from the other side. They didn't get our message." She turned away just in time for her and Finn to grab Raven as she lunged for Bellamy.

"This is all your fault!" She screamed, unsuccessfully trying to fight her way through to him.

Bellamy looked up, watching the remnants of the culling victims get burnt up in the planet's atmosphere, giving the appearance of a meteor shower. "All I know is that my sister is out there, and I'm going to find her. Are you coming or what? What are we waiting for?" He pushed his way out of the crowd to give more instructions. I followed, but I couldn't help but look up and watch the end of the funeral. Three hundred people.

Dead.

I took a breath, before pushing through the rescue party to the front and walking next to Bellamy. After walking through the trees we emerged in a clearing above a hill, throwing down a rope for Bellamy to slowly walk down. We waited while he investigated, and as soon as he called back "It's hers, I'm going all the way down," one by one we began to follow. I made my way down with Jasper following after, following Bellamy as he bent down to look at the earth. The prints got slightly deeper, which meant Octavia had been carried— she was still alive, probably in a similar way to when the Grounders took Jasper.