"What do you mean you shot him?" I asked Bellamy, still in shock from his confession.
"It means exactly what it means, Hannah! I pointed a gun and shot him!"
"Bellamy, you're not a murderer." I said walking up to him and placing both of my hands on his cheeks. "There has to be more than this."
"There always is," he whisperd, taking my hands in his. "But it doesn't matter. What matters is that I shot the chancellor. The Ark isn't gonna care about anything else. I'll never be forgiven."
"You'll never find out if you run away, if you 'take care of that pod'. If anything, it'll make things worse."
"That's not really a chance I want to take."
"Bellamy…" I went to continue as we arrived at the gates to camp, but he walked away from me. He was pushing me out.
"Hannah?" Octavia called as she greeted me at the gate, turning to see her brother walking away.
"Hey, Octavia." I said pulling her in for a hug.
"Where's Charlotte? What's my brother doing? Did you see that thing in the sky?"
"Charlotte's dead. Bellamy is…" I shrugged my shoulders.
Octavia walked past me to follow Bellamy but I grabbed her. "I wouldn't."
"What happened?"
"He told me what he did, Octavia. To get on the dropship."
She gave me a nervous look but nodded for me to continue.
"He shot the chancellor. And now he's going to take care of whatever is in that pod."
She covered her mouth in shock and turned to look at her brother once again.
"I don't know if he killed him or not, but regardless its not good. I understand why he doesn't want the Ark to follow."
"We can't do this without them!"
"That's what I told him."
"I would never ask for him to do something like that. I would never…" She chased after her brother and I decided to leave them. I walked into mine and Octavia's tent and collapsed into my bed, my eyes closing quickly.
I was waken up seemingly too quickly by Clarke.
"What?" I groaned.
"Get up," she said.
"Have you slept at all Clarke?"
"No." she said and tugged me to my feet.
"Bellamy went out before," she said. "Did you know that?"
I stayed quiet. "I thought so." She answered. "Well, we need to go see what damage he did to this pod."
She tugged me along to Finn and we began walking. "Did you have a good night?" I asked, nudging Clarke and looking at Finn.
They both rolled their eyes at me.
"Just trying to lighten the mood." I said. "C'mon, I'm sure everything is fine. Its probably just supplies."
"I don't know." Clarke said.
Arriving at the crash site, we cautiously moved closer to the pod. Clarke put a hand up for us to stop as she crouched under and opened the door.
"I made it?" Finn and I heard a muffled from outside of the pod.
I couldn't help but notice Finn tense.
His mouth dropped when a tall, dark skinned, thin woman emerged from the pod.
"Raven?" he asked in surprise.
"Finn!" she called and ran to him. They embraced and shared a passionate kiss. I approached Clarke. "Did you know about her?"
Clarke just shook her head.
When they broke away Raven lokoed between all three of us. "Clarke, Hannah," she said. "Abby told me you'd step up to be in charge."
"My mother sent you down?" Clarke asked.
Raven nodded and looked up at the sky. "Wow," she breathed. Raven extended her hands and turned around a few times, relishing in the fresh air.
"Did my mother tell you to do anything? Does she have anything for us? Supplies?"
Raven shook her head. "I kinda came down here illegally. But she did tell me to radio up if I found anyone. She never gave up hope on you guys. Speaking of…" Raven turned and went back into the pod.
"Its gone!" she yelled before hitting the side of the pod. "Stupid! I should've strapped it to—"
"No." Clarke said, cutting her off. "This was Bellamy."
"Hey!" Clarke called running after Bellamy.
He rolled his eyes and continued to walk.
"Where is it?" she asked grabbing his shoulders to face him.
"Hey Princess, you taking a walk in the woods?"
I exhaled sadly, watching from a distance, he's pushing everyone away. He wants us to hate him.
"They are getting ready to kill 300 people up there to save oxygen, and I can guarantee you it won't be council members, it will be working people, your people!"
I can see the remorse build in his face as he looks over to me. I simply nod. He swallows thickly. And then Finn runs in. "Bellamy. Where's the radio?" he asks, shoving him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy says, shoving back.
"Bellamy Blake?" Raven says running behind. "They're looking all over for you."
"Shut up." He says.
"Looking for him why?" Clarke asks.
"That's not important." I say.
"He shot Chancellor Jaha!" Raven blurts out.
"That's why you took the wristbands, so they think we're dead." Clarke begins.
"And all that whatever the hell we want," Finn continues. "You just care about saving your own skin."
Bellamy turns to walk away.
"Hey, Shooter." Raven says coming behind him. "Where's my radio?"
"I should've killed you when I had the chance." He spits back.
"You don't meant that Bellamy," I say walking up and touching his arm.
"Well, I'm right here," Raven taunts.
Bellamy quickly grabs her and slams her against a tree.
"Stop it." Clarke says.
Bellamy lets Raven go before continuing on. "Jaha deserved to die, we all know that."
"Yeah he isn't my favorite person either but he isn't dead."
"What?" Bellamy asks. I can almost see relief in his eyes.
"You're a lousy shot."
"Bellamy," I say grabbing his arm. "You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister, that's who you are."
"And you can do it again." Clarke continued on. "By saving 300 people. Where's the radio?"
"Its too late," Bellamy whispered. "I threw it in the river."
A few hours later, everyone was gathered around the parts of the radio. "We have to wait until its done drying before we can see the damage." Raven explained.
"Do you know what you've done?" Clarke asked, pushing against Bellamy. "300 people!"
"Wait," Raven said stepping forward. "We don't have to talk to the Ark, they just have to know we're alive."
"What should we do?" I ask.
"Flares!"
"We need to launch these asap if we have any hope of saving those people!" Raven ordered as people carried things around.
"I wish I could help," I said sitting next to Bellamy on the ground. "Clarke won't let me until my wrist is healed up some more."
"At this isn't all your fault."
"Bellamy," I said taking his arm. "You didn't know. You wre scared. But you shouldn't have pushed us all out. We could've figured something out together."
"I know." He said, placing his hand on top of mine. "I'm sorry. I just hope this is enough."
