The president of nothing stepped over Skye's body and started running the opposite way across the hall. She could hear him crying.
Her hand touched right underneath her chest, but she felt numb. Her fingers were stained red.
It was only a few moments before the sound of footsteps shot like bullets through the air. A terrified face hovered over hers, "Skye!"
Skye coughed, closing her dark eyes, "Clarke."
"Oh no. No no no. We heard a gunshot- eyes open, Skye," Clarke's face was blurry, but she heard her yell at someone, "Get Bellamy! Get Bellamy now!"
"What the hell happened? Who did this?" Clarke demanded, putting pressure on her wound. Skye didn't know where it was and she really didn't care either, "Eyes open, Skye."
She sluggishly pushed Clarke's hands away and Clarke started to cry, "I can save you. You're going to be fine."
Skye just smiled at her, a tiny quirk of her lips. Skye wasn't afraid of death. Clarke lifted her bloody hands, bowing her head down. She stroked Skye's hair until she turned behind her and Skye could feel the tornado of rage from where she lay, "What the fuck happened?"
"There's nothing I can do," Clarke was saying above her and a voice snarled a retort.
Bellamy was there.
His beautiful coffee eyes were shattered and he was shaking, breathing so hard, taking in the woman he loved lying limp on the floor. He slammed to his knees.
"Bellamy," she held out her hand.
He instantly held it, already sobbing, his voice thick, "It's going to be okay, Skye. I'm going to fix this."
She shook her head, coughing again and spitting out something that she couldn't be bothered to look at. It didn't matter. Bellamy rolled down his sleeve to so gently wipe something from the corner of her mouth. It was stained red.
He used one hand to cradle her head and she sunk into his touch. His hands grounded her, just like they always had. But he was going to have to let her go. She relaxed into him, breathing, "I'm glad I'm not alone."
"I'm right here, I'm not leaving," He tried to smile at her, squeezing her hand, "I told you we'd get out of the gray, Skye. You have to hold on just a little bit longer, okay?"
She saw him look behind her, "Clarke. Clarke please."
She couldn't hear Clarke's response.
Skye reached a shaking hand into her pocket and pulled out the name of the guard that she had torn from the uniform. She handed it to Bellamy, begging him to understand.
It was never her job to make it to the end of the story.
His face crumpled seeing the name.
Melpomene.
Skye remembered the story Bellamy had whispered to her in the middle of the night from the books he'd read to Octavia as a child. The deity from that civilization so long ago. She remembered who Melpomene was in his beloved Greek Mythology.
She squeezed his hand weakly, "I don't feel anything. It's okay, Bell."
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Bellamy whispered to himself, stroking her hair. He pulled her up to rest his forehead on hers. She felt his tears fall onto her cheeks, "This can't be happening. I can't do this without you."
Her tears mixed with his, "Tell Octavia that she was worth it."
"I c-can't-"
She choked on something and her rasping breaths cut between her words, "Be a friend to Murphy. Please."
"Skye," it was a prayer.
"Remember what you told Charlotte?" it seemed like a lifetime ago and Skye was fading fast.
His face crumpled
She smiled gently, "I slayed my demons."
Every single one of them. She would not die with things left to do. She would leave this world loved. And it was thanks to the boy with emerald eyes, the girl with dreams as bright as stars, the couple torn apart, and the man who carried the weight of the sky on his shoulders.
And it was thanks to the woman who had the courage to reclaim her name.
She had finished her story.
"Sleep well, Skye. I love you."
He pressed a kiss to her temple, body wracked with sobs.
Her job wasn't to survive until the end. Her job was to save her people. To save herself. To love and be loved.
She used the last of her strength to stretch up and press her lips lovingly to Bellamy's. Her last choice. Him.
"It was an honor to love you."
Her eyes closed.
They did not open again.
And Skye escaped the gray prison.
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Scythe || Bellamy Blake
Fanfic||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people t...
