"We're going back to the Ark."
I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED, THE 19TH IS A REALLY BAD DAY FOR ME, AND I'VE ALSO BEEN SWAMPED WITH CLASS AND FIXATING ON CORPSE THE PAST FEW DAYS.
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Bellamy and I are sat down with the radio, talking to our sister. She clicks her tongue, the noise reverbing with a buzz of static. "Five years. Can you guys really survive up there?"
"Raven says we can," I push the button down to tell her, nodding even though she can't see me. "As soon as it's safe, we'll find a way back down. We will meet again." I bump my knee on Bellamy's, trying to comfort my older brother.
"Alright, (N/N). Look, as much as I love you, put Bell on. I wanna hear his voice, too." I do so, and he greets her gently, a small smile on his face after hearing her jab. "I'll be waiting for you guys... under the floor."
"Neither of you are those little girls anymore." There's a pause, absent of the laugh he'd been expecting from her side. "What's wrong, O?"
"I'm... I'm not sure I'm up for this, Bell. They all look at me like I know what I'm doing just because I won a fight."
Our brother shakes his head, smile falling from his scarred face. "They look at you like that because you saved them. But, right now, you have to lead."
"How? I'm not a leader," she croaks in a thick voice, sniffling audibly. Her words crack. "It should be you, or Clarke, or-"
"O, stop," I plead, sharing the radio with Bellamy. He continues on where I had started for him.
"Neither of us could've done what you did, and it wasn't just winning a fight. You gave people hope where there was none. You're..." he chuckles a little bit, smiling at his own words. "You're Prometheus, stealing fire from the Gods and giving it back to the human race."
Octavia then counters smugly, "Prometheus got chained to a rock so that eagles could eat his liver."
My brother begins laughing, rolling his dark eyes. "Thanks for ruining my metaphor, O." Both of us begin to laugh, enjoying all our references to the stories we grew up hearing. The stories Bellamy read to us on the hardest of nights, bathed in darkness and curled up for warmth.
"I love you, big brother. I love you, too, sister. I guess it takes the end of the world for me to say it." He sniffles, a loud static beginning to whine from our radio. It'd be unbearable had I been focused on anything apart from Octavia and Bellamy.
"We love you, too," he mumbles, his voice breaking now. He notices the dead buzz of the radio, and begins to toggle the dials desperately. I spit a string of curses, getting on the floor on my knees and trying to make any sort of connection.
Giving up, I look up at my brother, and in unison, we breathe, "May we meet again." The side of his head rests on mine, and he sniffles.
The door opens, Clarke entering with a small, "hey." Greeting her back, I dismiss myself, leaving to join where Jasper was leaning over plans with Raven, arms sprawled on separate sides of the table. Murphy notices me, and then shouts for the other two.
"Clarke, Bellamy, get down here."
The screen Raven had been avidly watching beeps rapidly, displaying the word "Critical" in an angry, vivid red. The camera is watching the tower in Polis, and we're left in horror as we watching the massive structure crumble down, screen going black before turning to static.
