They had been gone for almost two months now. There had been no sign of the forty eight for weeks. The remaining six along with the help of Lincoln repaired the damaged tents.
They had built a small building out of wood to store the meat. It was quickly filled with a plethora of rations due to the shortage of people in the camp.
Raven had been working on a way to contact the Ark, but she hadn't had any luck so far. She had to fill them in on who was already dead or now missing. She slammed her fist down on the table in frustration and slid its contents onto the floor. Raven turned around, leaned back against the table and raised her necklace to her lips. As much as she had been furious with Finn for cheating, she needed him and missed him. The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts.
The six who had been left behind had become somewhat closer over the last two months. The were the only ones left. They had to stick together to survive. They depended on each other.
"Can you fix this?" Bellamy asked. He handed Raven the radio. He couldn't get it to turn on, but then again, Bellamy wasn't the most tech savvy person.
"Sure," she said. He handed the radio to Bellamy. He started to walk away, but he stopped when he heard Raven speak up.
"I know you miss her." Bellamy turned around. "I miss her too."
"What?"
"Not in the way you do, but I miss seeing her around here," Raven responded. Bellamy stared blankly at her. "She told me about you two."
"She told you?," he asked. He and Clarke had agreed not to tell anyone except Octavia.
"Yeah," Raven said, "I don't think she meant to. She was just talking, and she let it slip. It was the day they all went missing— just before it all happened, actually. By the way, I told her about us."
"Really? Now, she probably hates me. Thanks, Reyes," Bellamy said.
"Chill out, Bellamy, she wasn't mad. It was all in the past. She slept with Finn, and I slept with you. We laughed, called it even, and we agreed to be friends. I think part of me always wanted to try to be friends with her, but hating her was easier than hating Finn even when it wasn't her fault."
He stared at Raven closely. Girls were weird.
They stood in silence, and Raven worked to repair the radio. When it was done, she turned around and handed it to him.
"Here," she said.
"Thanks, Raven," Bellamy said. He paused and held the radio in his hand. "I do miss her. I miss her so much."
"I miss him a lot too," she said. "Do you think that they're okay?"
"I hope so," Bellamy said. They were no where to be found. He hoped and prayed that they were all safe— that she was safe.
"Why?" Raven asked.
"It's all I can do," Bellamy said. Truthfully, it was all he could do. They vanished without a trace. He often wondered if it could have been the grounders that took them, but he told himself they would have probably just killed them instead.
"Somebody get Bellamy!"
Bellamy and Raven turned to the dropship door and ran out. He wasn't sure whose voice called for him, but he and Raven were met at the door by Octavia.
"Bellamy, it's Finn," Octavia said out of breath, "He's alive!"
Bellamy and Raven looked toward the gate. It was Finn. Raven took off running.
"Finn!" She yelled. She through his arms around her neck ignoring the dirt, mud and blood that covered his body.
"Raven," he said. His arms wrapped around her waist, and she buried her head in his neck. They pulled back from each other.
"I need to see Clarke. I need to tell her she was right," Finn panted. Raven was slightly hurt that he mentioned her first.
"What do you mean? We haven't seen her since she went missing with the rest of you," Octavia asked. She looked over at her brother.
"No. No. No. They said— they said that she wanted to come back to camp, that they let her go and that she came back here," Finn said worried.
"They? Who's they? Grounders?" Murphy asked.
"The people in Mount Weather," Finn said.
"There's people in Mount Weather?" Bellamy asked.
"Yes," Lincoln interjected, "we call them the Mountain Men or Maunon. They control the acid fog."
"We have to get our people out," Finn said, "None of us believed her when she said it was too good to be true. Not long after that, she went missing. They told us she wanted to leave so they let her. I knew something had to be going on because she wouldn't just leave us."
Bellamy's heart sank. She was still gone. Even if she had been with Finn and the others, he would have felt better knowing she was alive.
"Was everyone else okay?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if they will be for much longer. They've got grounders too. They're hanging them upside down for their blood, and they're dumping the bodies for the reapers. There's these cages filled with hundreds of grounders, and in another room, there's forty eight cages, one for each of us."
Octavia looked back over at her brother. He looked pale. He felt sick.
"Bell, are you okay?"
"No, I have to go," he said. He ran out of the camp. Octavia gave him his distance but still followed behind him.
She watched him crawl into a bunker, and she did the same.
Their place.
"Bell, what's wrong?" Octavia asked. She knew it had something to do with Clarke.
"She's dead. Clarke's dead. I know it," Bellamy said. He slammed his fist against the wall.
"You do not know that, Bellamy. She's a fighter," Octavia said.
"You heard what he said, O! They're draining their blood and tossing the bodies out to the reapers. She went missing, and Finn said they lied about where she was! I've lost her!" Bellamy cried. He sat down on the edge of the bed and sobbed. Octavia sat beside him and put her hand on his back.
"You haven't lost her yet, Bellamy. You think you have, but you haven't— not until you see it with your own two eyes. Until then, we're gonna fight for her. We know where the forty six are, and we're gonna find her— alive. Okay?"
"Okay," Bellamy sniffled. He wiped his eyes and stood up. He looked at the bed. The sheets were still a mess. The bunker had remained untouched since the last time they were there. His face changed.
The two Blakes walked together back to the camp.
"Dropship. Everyone. Now," Bellamy said walking through the gates. Raven looked at Octavia with curiosity, and Octavia shrugged. They followed him and the others into the dropship. They all sat around the table except Bellamy. He leaned forward on the table with his right hand in a fist.
He was determined.
He was determined she was alive.
He was determined to save her.
He was determined to fight.
"Finn, how the hell do we get into that mountain and kill every last one of those mountain men?"