Hey finally another chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so please let me know what you think :)

Also, if anyone wants to freak out over last nights episode, message me. It was amazing and such a shock (also makes me want to write a Raven/Wick fanfic). Season finale next week? I'm not ok with this season ending :o Anyways, enjoy! :)

Clarke:

Clarke gasped as she felt an arm grab her around the stomach and a cold blade press against her throat. Panic rose in Clarke, making her stomach lurch and her eyes burn. She wondered if this was it, if this was how she would die.

"Don't move," came a voice. "Or I slit her throat." Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and tried to slow the pounding in her chest. She wanted to know why he didn't just kill her already and get it over with unless he wanted to be unusually cruel. Clarke opened her eyes and saw Bellamy frozen in place, a look of surprise plastered on his face.

"Why not just kill us?" Bellamy asked, reflecting exactly what Clarke was just thinking. The boys grip on Clarke tightened as he laughed.

"Well if I did that, then I wouldn't have any leverage," the boy replied. "Let's just say that the fight seemed a little uneven is all. Me and my friend, wanted to make sure we could get the upper hand on you, Mr. Blake, supposedly the toughest competitor," he sneered. Clarke watched Bellamy's eyes travel from her face to the trees behind them and then back to the lake as if he expected someone to come jumping out while he was distracted. "Plus, getting to feel up a little hot blonde in the process isn't such a bad part of the deal." Clarke struggled against him as the boy moved his hands up and down her torso but stopped as the knife dug deeper into her throat. Clarke saw Bellamy's hands clench into fists at his sides and he leaned forward as if he was about move. She prayed silently, not trusting herself to speak, that Bellamy wouldn't try and save her. She didn't want to be the reason he never got to see his sister again.

"Dax," Bellamy said, slowly shaking his head. The name sounded vaguely familiar to Clarke and she shuddered. "What makes you think I would risk my life for her?"

Dax laughed again, the sound sending shivers down her spine. Clarke felt tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, but she held them back, not wanting to give her capture the satisfaction. "I've been watching you two for the last couple hours, I doubt you'll just leave her to die. So my deal is, you give yourself up willingly and I'll let blondie escape into the woods, how does that sound?"

Clarke finally found the courage to speak. "Don't, he'll kill us both anyways," she choked out, gasping for breath in between her words.

"I think you overestimated my concern for Clarke," Bellamy said. "My sister is still somewhere in these woods, and I intend to save her." As Bellamy said this, Clarke felt sadness and relief wash over her at the same time.

"Well then, I hope you'll enjoy watching me kill her then." Clarke met eyes with Bellamy as he said this. She wished she could say thanks for sticking with her these last few days. She wanted to tell him not to feel guilty, that he was doing the right thing. Clarke wanted him to find Octavia and make sure she survived because she didn't deserve to die for just being born. As all these thoughts rushed through Clarke's head, she felt a sense of peace come over her and she smiled even though she could feel Dax tensing behind her, ready to finish the job he started.

"Wait," Bellamy shouted, putting his hands in the air. Dax stopped pressing the blade hard into Clarke's throat and the burning eased.

"Bellamy, no," Clarke cried out, the tears she had been trying to hold back spilled down her face. It was as if she could feel Dax grinning, even though she couldn't see his expression. "Please don't do this," Clarke whispered.

"I knew you would come around. The way you two were looking at each other it wasn't hard to guess. If only we weren't in the Hunger Games maybe I could have played match maker," he laughed, the sound making Clarke want to scream. Anger surged in her and she yearned to punch him in the face even if it meant him killing her but every time she squirmed he tightened his grip. "Now put your bag and any weapons near the river and walk back over here and lay face down," Dax instructed. Clarke watched as Bellamy did as he said, the peace that she had felt was long gone. Once Bellamy was lying face down, Dax removed the knife from her neck but kept a firm hold on her. Clarke's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to distract him. If only he would loosen his grip, she thought she might be able to kick backwards and then lurch forward out of his grasp. But then there was the weapon in his other hand that she had to worry about.

"Come on out," Dax shouted, yanking Clarke around to face the tree line and after a few seconds a small body emerged from behind the trees. Sadness hit Clarke like a ton of bricks when she saw the boy was so young, probably only 11 or 12. Fear was evident on his face as he looked from her to Bellamy and then back again. She wondered how this boy and Dax had become allies. Were they related or perhaps they knew each other on the ark before we were all sent to the ground. "Finish him off," Dax pointed to Bellamy with his knife. The little boy's mouth dropped open at this and so did Clarke's.

"No, you can't expect him to do it," Clarke protested.

"Shut up," Dax growled. "Get on with it," he shouted to the boy. Hesitantly he pulled out a long blade and stood over Bellamy. His face was completely drained of color and his hands trembled. "Right over the heart, like I showed you," Dax ordered.

Clarke shook her head as the little boy moved closer to Bellamy and lifted the knife over his back. Bellamy was laying completely still but Clarke could see that the rise and fall of his chest was more rapid than normal. She wanted so bad to hold his hand or to say something to comfort him. But there was nothing she could do but watch him die and then have her own throat cut not long afterwards. She felt her eyes burn with tears as she tried to look away but she couldn't. The time seemed to drag by. Seconds felt like hours as she watched helplessly.

"I'm so sorry," Clarke whispered.

Just as the boy was about to plunge the knife into Bellamy's back, a large horn sounded in the distance and continued to get louder. Immediately everyone's bracelets started to beep, each one going off 5 times in a row to indicate 5 deaths. This was the moment Clarke had been waiting for. She pushed down her own feeling of alarm and took advantage of Dax's loosened grip. She slammed her back foot as hard as she could on his, making him cry out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his weapon fall out of his hand and hit the ground. Clarke jumped forward and then whipped around, diving for the knife at the same time her opponent did. They slammed into each other and Clarke felt searing hot pain travel down from her collarbone but she ignored it as she grasped the hilt of the blade in her hand. She rolled over on her back before Dax could get on top of her and plunged it straight into the side of his stomach. A scream escaped his mouth and she backed away.

Clarke glanced up, searching for Bellamy, and found him pointing his own weapon at the boy who had almost killed him. Just as she was about to call out his name, she noticed a huge cloud of what appeared to be smoke or fog coming upon them, carrying a burning smell with it and she knew it wasn't good news. She and Bellamy locked eyes for a brief second and everything seemed frozen before she realized that he was saying something.

"Run."

Uh oh, looks like they have bigger problems to deal with now! Ugh I love these 2 so much even when they aren't having much screen time on the show. Hopefully Bellarke reunion next week? But until then, a lot of Bellarke slow burn fanfiction ;)

Please review, I appreciate and love it so much!

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