Ascende Superius | Book 3

09 | Stealing Fire

I will get him past season four if it's the last thing I do.

I finished Book four, and once I've finished editing, I will mass update this and begin the fourth. Thank you for sticking with me, Book five has begun. (Low-key hate my choice to separate books by seasons rn)

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     To my surprise, Bellamy is the one to soon interrupt my time with Jasper, and brings the both of us along with him, hushing us every time we try to speak by putting his fingers to his lips or harshly cutting us off.

     He leads us to Miller's room, where Monty is waiting. Monty attempts a smile, one neither of us return, as Bell knocks. With a brief question, Miller allows us into his room.

     The door closes behind us, and my brother withdraws a knife. Miller and Harper take scared steps back, quick to hold up their hands.

     Bellamy gives them the same signal he had us, sharply cutting into Miller's guard jacket as fast as he can manage to. When he hands a small chip, the listening device, to Monty, who wraps it, he nods.

     "The bag blocks the signal," the Green boy explains, glancing to each of us. Jasper and I join Miller and Harper. "Now we can talk."

     "Who put it in there?" Nathan - ew nevermind it's weird calling him that - questions, his eyes on Monty. His voice is low.

     "That's not important right now," Bellamy whispers back. I make it look like I'm grabbing my shirt as I press down on my own device. "Pike just sentenced Sinclair and Kane to death."

     Harper looks down, and Miller scratches his head. "Are you trying to scare us?" She mutters venomously, and I swallow, shaking a little.

     Lincoln isn't here. Lincoln was supposed to die. Who will die in his place, if anyone?

     "No," Monty shakes his head very quickly, facing Harper. "We're here to help. I'm sure between you all, you have a plan to break them out. What can we do?"

     Harper shakes head slowly from side to side, playing the denial game. She presses her lips into a thin line before asking them, "What are you talking about?"

     Monty deadpans, seeming slightly frustrated, then insists with a quiet voice, "Harper, come on."

     "Look," Bellamy begins, quickly glancing between each of us in turn. "We can help from the inside to pull this off. We need people to hand them off to on the outside."

     Trading innocently perplexed looks with the others, I tilt my head, staring up at my brother with widened (e/c) eyes. "We seriously don't know what you're talking about."

     "You think we want them to die?" The boy I have long considered a best friend spits, nearly glaring at me.

     Bellamy is the next to speak, rolling his brown eyes. "You know what? Forget it. If Octavia wants to help save Kane and Sinclair, you tell her to meet me at the dropship in an hour."

     Grabbing his fallen knife from the sofa, he exits the room, almost slamming the door behind him. Monty calls after him helplessly, and then turns to the four of us. Jasper trembles beside me under his best friend's hurt look.