It had been 82 days since prymfire, and Octavia was sick of it. Sick of the bunker. Sick of the fighting. Even sick of her newfound position as bloodreina. And she hated the fighting pits. Their was rumors going around that she had found pleasure of watching troubled people kill each other. She didn't. She did it to uphold the law. They couldn't keep prisoners. They didn't have the resources, the space, or the food for rehabilitation. So killing the was next solution.
"Why can't we have them peacefully executed, like on the ark?" The former skikru had asked. Because grounders would have never gone along with that. Their would be coups. Their would be killing of innocent people. But with the fighting pit? It provided them with both the sense of justice, and made it seem less unfair if there was a hope for survival. The fighting pits mixed the grounder and ark ways of justice. Unfortunately, that didn't make it any easier to sentence people to death.
Octavia was pretty sure she was going to go crazy, once again, under the floor.
Octavia sighed. She stood out of her uncomfortable throne, and looked down upon the remaining fighter in the pit.
"Henry Bane. You succeeded in the fighting bit. You are pardoned of your crimes against Wonkru. Any further acts against wonkru will have you back here, and possibly not as lucky. Please return to your dorm." Bloodreina did not have to raise her voice to be heard. The bloodied man left the pit, steeping around dead bodies. Octavia continued to stare at corpses.
"Yo gonplie ste oden." She spoke softly.
"Yo gonplie ste oden." Everyone spoke as one. As wonkru.
Octavia signaled for people to leave, and excused her self silently. She slid down the hallways as fast as tears slid down her face, and into the room with the radio. She sat down and fiddled with the radio, hoping to hear as sign of life from her brother.
"This is the bunker, calling any survivors. I repeat, this is the bunker, calling any survivors," Octavia's voice broke, "Please, Bellamy."
Nothing. Octavia choked back a sob. "Bellamy, this O. Please be alive."
Nothing. "I love you, bell. Just, please give me sign."
Silence.
"Octavia?"
A/N: Ooooh, who you think it is? Did Bellamy hear her calls? Or someone else? New chapters coming soon, and thx for reading! Please leave a comments, I love constructive criticism. Please no hate tho. If you don't like, don't read.