Disclaimer: I was bored and couldn't think of anything but wanted to write so here's this pile of poo oh and also I do not own The 100 or any of it's characters.
Metal clasps scraping against skin.
Maybe if I pull harder.
Don't kill her.
Octavia.
She's okay.
Her throat is cut from the knife but she'll be fine.
Emerson.
You son of a-...
Wait.
Emerson.
I turn to look back towards him.
Clarke.
He's got a gun pointed at her head.
She's on her knees.
Maybe if I pull harder.
My skin is starting to break.
"Bwamy.."
I look back to Octavia.
She's shaking her head; she knows what I'm doing.
Emerson's finger is on the trigger.
I can't save them both.
I should be saving them all.
My lips are bleeding.
I drew blood.
It hurts so bad.
My wrist.
I broke it, and my thumb.
But I got one hand out.
I reach in my pocket for another tool.
Everyone is watching me, terrified.
Emerson has her in a choke hold.
No.
She's fighting him.
She's trying.
She's always trying.
I get free of the cuffs.
I manage to somehow squeeze through the doors just as they shut;
Oxygen is being sucked out.
Octavia.
There's a hand on my throat.
I come to my senses and realize he's got both of us pinned down.
Clarke slips out of his grip and tries crawling across the floor to open the doors.
Tries.
A shot rings out.
Pain.
Everything hurts.
My head and throat.
My body.
My heart.
My eyes.
My hands.
My…
Wait.
I can't breathe.
Am I dead?
I hear a ringing in my ears.
I also hear crying.
Clarke.
Clarke is crying.
My eyes fly open and I suck in air, looking around.
My chest is on fire.
I look across the floor.
Emerson's got Clarke pushed against the glass of the airlock door.
She's begging him to stop, to let them go.
He looks back at me.
The smirk on his face is one I'd never seen.
I reach up to my chest.
It's bleeding- heavily.
Bullet wound.
The world is spinning, fast.
I start to black out.
She's there.
She's kneeled next to me.
Begging me.
"Bellamy, please.
"Stay with me, Bellamy.
"PLEASE!"
She's desperate.
It's okay, Clarke.
I barely open my eyes.
She's blurry.
Everything is blurry.
"Claaa…"
"Shhh… Bellamy, please, you're gonna be okay."
"Cl-" I realize I'm coughing up blood.
I hear Octavia's muffled cries.
Everyone is still tied up in the airlock, still gagged but it's been opened.
I don't see Emerson lying on the floor, lifeless.
"G… Get them out." I sputter, blood dripping down my cheek.
She doesn't move.
"CLAAARKE!" I shouldn't have done that.
All I taste is blood.
"Bellamy… You're going to be fine."
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"NO! NO! You are NOT dying! Not now! Not after everything!"
"I… I deserve… I got…" More coughing.
"I got… every...one... killed… Lincoln…" I glance over at Octavia.
She's trying to break free.
She's crying.
They're all crying.
I don't understand why.
I'm a monster. I'm dead to her. Why cry over me?
I didn't realize I'd spoken aloud.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE MY BROTHER, BELLAMY!"
Octavia has gotten her gag off.
"I STILL NEED MY BIG BROTHER. CLARKE NEEDS YOU, TOO. JUST HANG. ON."
I look at Clarke, who's still holding pressure on my wound.
"I need.. You…. too… I… love… y…" I black out, they yell for me.
Yu gonplei ste oden, Bellamy kom Skaikru.
A/N: I'm sorry. It sucks but that's what you're getting. :P