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Chapter Eight
"Behind every great man is a woman with blood on her hands."
- Medea
With unrelenting precision I scrape the wood away with my blade, the arrowhead finally beginning to take shape. About twenty or so of them lay completed beside me. Blowing the dust off the arrow I hold it between the tips of my fingers, turning it over a few times I lay it beside the others. My hands are full of splinters and my legs are stiff, but I refuse to leave the Grounder unattended. Not when the whole camp has a score to settle.
"Would you please sit somewhere else?" Bellamy asks for the umpteenth time.
Unceremoniously I twirl my knife, "Why don't you come over here and make me?"
"You could get hurt."
My eyes drift to the man we're keeping prisoner and despite the torture he endured the night before, he stands straight, his eyes forward. Unexpectedly it's not the Grounder's presence at my back that unsettles me, but Bellamy's watchful gaze. And to prove it I scoot closer to him.
"Who is it that your guarding exactly?" I inquire, starting on another arrow, "Him or me?"
"For once," he grinds out, straining to keep his voice level, "could you just be reasonable?"
"Like you were reasonable last night?" I fire back, refusing to meet his gaze.
The hatch opens and Miller pops his head in, the second Bellamy's eyes leave me my muscles unclench, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Flexing, I take the chance to massage my aching hands.
"Did you talk to the Ark?"
"Told Diggs' mom the news, John's dad. I'm suppose to talk to Roma's parents later."
"Thanks for doing that. I owe you."
"Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by Grounders," Miller says looking to the one we have chained up, "I just wish we could say we're getting some justice."
"This whole camp's definition of justice is warped."
"We're not killing him." Bellamy contends and I feel his gaze return to me, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand I fight the urge to tell him to piss off.
"No," Miller loiters over me with a smug grin, kicking my foot. "We'd have to get through her first."
I look up at him through my lashes and flick out my knife, threateningly. "I. Will. Cut. You."
The Grounder makes a slight noise of amusement, drawing Miller's attention to him and his lips turn downward. Walking to the table he dips his hand in some food before strolling to stand before the Grounder. "You were a lot scarier when you had that face paint on." Miller smears the food across his face and the Grounder jerks forward headbutting him, knocking Miller to the floor.
"Not much of an upgrade from Murphy, now is it?" I mock before nodding at the Grounder, "Nice work, Warpaint."
Bellamy's eyes dart between us uneasily.
As soon as the storm passed Raven went to work strengthening their connection with the Ark and once she did his father was quick to request a meeting with him and Clarke. The Council had many questions about the ground and it's inhabitants, with the next pods coming soon they needed to prepare.
"Tell me about the Grounder. Can he provide any insight on how to survive the winter?" Jaha inquires.
"We're doing everything we can to prepare here. We're gathering nuts and berries, curating meat, digging for roots. But,-" Clarke trails off, looking to Wells.
"The truth is we'll freeze before we starve."
"There is good news on that front," Kane assures, holding up a tablet showcasing a map. "There's an emergency aid depo not far from the landing sight. Here are the coordinates." He taps the screen and Clarke is quick to jot them down.
"In addition to supplies it could provide shelter for the Hundred and the citizens coming down from the Ark."
"And what makes you think it's in tact?" Wells probes.
"It was designed to withstand nuclear warfare."
Clarke nods, "Alright, it's worth a shot."
"Chancellor I have to object." Diana says, "Project exodus is underway, the kids should sit tight in their camp until the first dropship launches." Wells' eyes narrow, a smart remark about to make it's way out when his dad speaks.
"Even if everything goes without a hitch," Jaha counters looking sternly at Diana, "the Hundred would die from exposure before relief arrives." Diana purses her lips, but doesn't push the issue. His dad takes a deep breath meeting each members eyes. "I'd like a moment alone with Wells, please." The Council silently stand and leave the room. Wells watches Clarke remove the headset, giving his shoulder a squeeze before slipping out of the tent.
It's quiet as he and his dad stare at each other, before holding his father's gaze unnerved him, he was always the one to look away first. But now it's his dad that looks away, "Wells, we all are very proud of what you have done down there."
"What we've all done." He corrects, "We survive together."
"Of course," Jaha nods. "Wells, I believe it would be best if you hang back today. Let Clarke take this trip. You're still recovering-"
"I can take care of myself, dad." He assures, "But I could use a favor."
"Anything."
"My friend Lyra Colt. Would it possible she could see her parents first?"
"Of course, I'll make the arrangements."
"Thank you." Wells says sincerely. "Look, I should go. There's a lot of work to be done."
"Okay. Take care of yourself, Wells. We'll talk soon." He gives his father a smile and heads to the Dropship to speak to Lyra.
Wells' combat boots enter my vision, "How is he?"
I play with the strands of my hair, running my fingers over them repeatedly. "As good as anyone can be after being tortured and electrocuted." Pulling my knees to my chest, I sway back and forth, "Wanna hear something funny?"
"Uh... sure?"
"Warpaint over here headbutted Miller."
"Is he okay?"
"He survived Bellamy, I doubt Miller even fased him."
Wells bends at the waist, crouching next to me. "I meant Miller."
"He had it coming to him."
"I don't doubt that." He grins and I raise an eyebrow, pursing my lips.
"Out with it, Chancellor."
He steals a glance at Bellamy and lowers his voice, "I spoke with my dad." My nerves ate at me until I caved and told him the truth this morning. If it were my parents I would want to know.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's making a full recovery," Wells squeezes my knee, "I have some good news. Your parents are waiting to speak with you."
My throat tightens painfully and I have to force the question out, "They're alive?"
He smiles widely, "Yeah, I pulled some strings with my dad so you could see them next."
It takes a few moments before the words actually sink in, but when they do I throw my arms around him, burying my head in his neck. "Did I ever tell you that your the bestest best friend ever?" As we pull apart my eyes travel to the Grounder, my excitement dissolving.
"Go, I'll stay."
Giving him one last squeeze I happily make my way down the ladder, Bellamy shadowing me.
"You haven't told him?" He whispers when we reach the last level.
"Hey, O!" I greet loudly, ignoring him and she smiles.
"Hey, Lyra."
"You're still here, too?" He asks disbelievingly.
"I'm not moving until you let me up there to see him."
"Get comfortable."
"What could he do Bellamy? He's locked up?"
"Stay out of this." He motions with his hand before turning his gaze on Octavia, "I let him live isn't that enough?" She continues to stare forward, refusing to meet his gaze.
"That would be no, in case you were wondering." I inform, breezing past him. My hands start to sweat and my blood pounds loudly in my ears the closer I get to the communication tent. It's hard to believe that it's been only two weeks since I last seen my parents. Gripping the fabric I take a deep breath and open the curtain. Tears line my eyes as I lower myself into the seat. My hands scramble for the ear piece and I fumble to put it in.
"Lyra!" My mom says putting her hand up to the screen.
I place my hand atop of hers, laughing. "I miss you guys."
"We miss you, too."
"How are you?"
"I've uh...been, better?" I look down at my shoes with pursed lips. I waited for this moment for so long and that's what I say? "I'm great. Earth is- great." Gah, that was worse.
"They said there are survivors?" Dad inquires.
This is the last thing I want to talk about, "Yeah, the Grounders." I rub the back of my neck, "We're handling it."
"Handling?"
"We've built a wall and we have some weapons. We have lost some people, but the Grounders haven't made a move to attack our camp."
"Yet."
"Yet," I echo. "We're doing the best we can."
"I know, sweetheart."
"Times up." I hear a guard tell my parents.
"Okay," mom smiles and I fight off the welling in my eyes. "Please, be careful and I love you."
"Love you too."
"See you soon, stellula."
"See you soon." I remove the ear piece and make sure to wipe the dampness from my eyes with my sleeve, before exiting the tent. A hand closes around my elbow, dragging me to a secluded area out of hearing range.
"I need your help."
"With the grounder?"
Octavia's mouth open and closes like a fish, "How did you-?"
"We can't keep him locked up forever, sooner or later his people will come for him. We only have two options; kill him or ..."
"Let him go."
"Yeah. I like the second option."
"Me too." She breathes.
"So, what do you need?"
"Bellamy and Clarke are going on a trip for some supplies and I need you to stall them as long as possible."
"And you're sure he won't kill us all the second he's free?"
"Positive."
I nod, processing the information. "Okay. I'll do it, on one condition. You let Wells help."
She frowns, "Lyra-"
"It'll make me feel better knowing your not alone. You can trust him."
Her eyes drift to the pod and she sighs, handing me my bow and quiver. "Okay, but you need to go they're leaving soon."
"What would have you done if I said no?" Octavia raises a brow and I roll my eyes, hitching the strap over my shoulder. She turns me in the direction of Bellamy, "On second thought-"
Octavia pushes at my back and I stumble towards the rations bin. "Goooo..."
"Wish me luck." I catch Clarke coming out of her tent and link my arm through hers, "I hear we got ourselves another roadtrip."
"We?"
"Oh, I'm sure you and Bellamy would find a way to screw up a simple supply mission, but rest assured I will be there so that won't happen. You're welcome."
"How did you even know we were going?"
We reach the rations table and I turn, smiling at her. "Wells."
Clarke nods, tucking a few rations into her pack. She eyes Bellamy who zips up his bag, "That's a lot of rations. You do realize this is a day trip?"
He shuts the bin, "A lot can happen in a day."
"Especially on the ground."
He blinks, taking notice of me. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going with you." I pop a nut into my mouth.
"No you're not."
"And who is going to stop me?" My eyes meet Clarke's, "Are you going to stop me?" She shakes her head, slipping on her pack.
His jaw locks, "Someone needs to watch the camp while Clarke and I are gone."
"Wells and Octavia got it covered." He pauses and looks back at the Dropship where Octavia stands watching us. "We're burning daylight, Blake. Are you coming or not?"
"Right behind you, Spitfire."
"You know the first dropship is going to come down soon," Clarke prompts. "Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever."
"I can try."
"Lyra could talk to Wells-"
"Nope."
Clarke looks at me judging, "Lyra."
"Bellamy is a grown man, he can talk to Wells himself. Where exactly is this thing suppose to be?"
She looks down at her map, "It should be around here somewhere."
"There should be a door." Bellamy says.
"Maybe he'll be lenient." Clarke offers going back to our previous conversation.
"Would you be lenient if you were shot?" I counter.
"Lyra, please just shu-."
"She's right." Bellamy cuts her off, "I shot the man. He's not going to forgive and forget."
"But-"
"Let's split up." I suggest, a headache starting. Why can't we just walk in silence? "We'll cover more ground."
"Stay within shouting distance." Bellamy shouts after me.
"Will do, try not to miss me too much." I tease leering off to the right.
I don't put any effort in looking for the depot and still end up tripping, pain blooms in my knees and I shift to examine my knees. My knees are scraped and blood gushes staining my pants. "Balls." Picking up my fallen arrows I shove them back inside the quiver and wince rising to my feet. I limp, returning to my search when I come upon something that looks like door handles and I smile. I bend down and try to open it. Tugging and tugging, it doesn't open. Blowing hair out of my face I call out, "Found it."
"Need a hand?" Bellamy asks emerging behind me.
"Please." I stress, pulling on the handles one more time.
Bellamy pauses, tugging his ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Open the damn door, Bellamy."
"Patient as ever." He moves forward gripping one handle and I grip the other, together we pull but it refuses to budge. "Rusted shut." He confirms, standing to his full height.
"Now what?"
"Watch your foot." He warns and I step back. Bellamy reaches for his axe at his waist and bends down to hack off the handles. He looks up at me taking sight of my bloody knees. "You're bleeding."
"I'm aware." He lifts a brow, "I tripped." I admit begurdingly.
Bellamy grins, "Okay, give me a hand." This time we mange to pry open the hatch just as Clarke appears.
"You found it." She shuffles through her bag and pulls out flashlights, taking one from her outstreached hand I begin the descent into the depo. The smell that greets us has me gagging and I cover my nose with my arm, the steps creaking under my weight.
"You really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" Bellamy questions from behind me and I jump.
"A girl can dream." Clarke says as we descend another set of stairs. I stump my foot on something and almost go tumbling, but Bellamy grips my arm, steadying me.
"Hell of a place to die." I tilt my head at his statement and he nods at the ground. My eyes catch sight of the decomposed body by my foot and I stagger into Bellamy's chest. For a second I'm reminded of Atom and the air gets caught in my chest.
"Are you okay?" Clarke asks, gazing at me.
Releasing a slow breath I move down another step, my flashlight illumaintating my path. "Yeah, yeah. I'm alright." The further we travel the worse the place gets.
"So much for living down here. This place is disquisting. Damn it."
"Anything left down here is ruined."
"They must have distruibted most of the supplies before the last bombs went off." I say opening one of the trunks lining the hallway, only to find it empty.
"I found some blankets." Clarke says happily.
"Excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy says throwing a bunch of glowsticks to the ground.
"With the winter coming up, yeah it's something to be happy about." I defend, snippily.
"What about a canteen or," he runs a hand through his messy hair, "a med kit or a decent freaking tent?" He opens a barrel, but when he finds nothing of use he lets out a groan and kicks it over.
Something wet splashes onto my boots, "What the hell, Blake?"
"Oh, my god?"
"What?"
Bellamy turns to us with a crazy grin on his face and holds up a gun, Clarke and I share a worried look.
"This changes everything." Bellamy states setting up a blanket with an x marked on it for target practice. I settle atop of a bin indian style. "No more running from spears. Ready to be a badass, spitfire?" He pops a bunch of nuts into his mouth and walks toward me. I steal a single nut from him and chew it before speaking.
"Ready?" I inquire. "I'll have you know I have always been a badass." I say holding up my bow and letting an ivisble arrow fly at Bellamy.
He slaps his chest in mock pain, before chuckling. "Noted. How about you, Princess?"
"Look, Bellamy I'm not going to fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them, but don't expect me to like it."
"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore." He holds a rifle out to me.
"No." I shake my head. "Not going to happen."
"Lyra, you need to learn how to do this."
"I have my bow."
"And if you run out of arrows? What then? You'll annoy the grounders to death?" I kick his knee and he grunts taking a step back. Dropping down to the floor I take the gun from him, it's heavier than I imangined. I hold the gun pointing it at the blanket. "You're not holding it properly."
"How am I supposed to hold it?" His hand comes around adjusting my left arm slightly higher, his other hand pushes down on my elbow straightening it out more. He doesn't back away right away and my eyes slant waiting for more instructions. Clearing his throat he backs away, but I can still feel the imprint of his hands on my back.
"Yeah, uh. That's good, watch and learn." He postions himself and fires but there's only a clicking sound, no bullet dislodges. He loads another bullet into the chamber and tries again.
I purse my lips and grip my gun, eyeing the target. With a deep breath I fire mutpily times. The sound is loud and leaves my ears ringing. I turn to look at Bellamy who wears an incredulous expression. A grin takes over my face a taunt on the tip of my tongue.
"Shut up."
"Or what? You'll shoot me?"
He shakes his head fighting a grin, "Clarke, you try."
"So, I just hold it on my shoulder?" She asks.
"A little higher."
Clarke fires at the blanket, "That was amazing!" She gushes, "Am I horrible for feeling that?"
Bellamy shakes his head, "Try again."
She backs away from the target. "No, we shouldn't waste the amunition."
"We need to practice."
"No, we need to talk about how we're going to keep guns around camp." Clarke sets the gun down on a bin, her lips pursed in concentration, "Where are we going to keep them and who has access?" Bellamy ignores her and aims his gun taking a shot. "You left Miller in charge of the Grounder. You must trust him."
"Miller in charge of the Grounder? Hah!"
Bellamy cuts a glance at me, "You two should keep Miller close, the others listen to him."
"You make it sound like- you're gonna run? Is that why you didn't want me to come?"
"All the rations you took, that's why you agreed to come along. You were going to load up on rations and just disappear." Clarke chimes in.
"I don't have a choice. The Ark will be here soon."
My eyes narrow in accusation, "What about Octavia? You're just going to abandon her?"
"Octavia hates me. She'll be fine."
"Bullshit."
"I shot the Chancellor, Lyra." He looks down at me, "They're going to kill me." He lays down his gun, "Best case scenario they lock me up with the Grounder for the rest of my life and there's no way in hell I'm giving Jaha the satisfation."
"Bellamy-" Clarke says.
"Keep practicing. I need some air."
Securing the knot I slap my hands against my thighs, "Will you stop pacing?"
"He hasn't come back yet."
"No he hasn't." I stand up with the blankets I turned into bags to carry the guns back to camp. "Help me fill these."
"It's been a while I'm going to go check on Bellamy." Clarke informs me and I throw my hands in the air as she walks out.
"Such disrespect." Angrily I shove the weapons into the bags. I try to tie the knot shut but it wobbles several times, spilling all out over the floor. "Stars! I can't win today." As I drop to my haunches my vision goes in and out and I grip my head as the odd sensation passes. "What in the world?"
I open my eyes and what I see has me crawling backwards. "Hysan." I breathe, my heart thundering at the sight. A freshly shaven face, dark brown hair slicked back in the usual guard fashion and the Ark's triquetra stamped proudly across his broad chest. Blinking multiple times the image doesn't fade.
"Hey, sugar." He grins crookedly and I find it doesn't fit his regal appearance.
"What... what ar-rrre you doing here?"
"You're not happy to see me?"
"Happy?" My hand reaches out for the wall closest to me and I grapple to pull myself to my feet. "You had me locked up." I pant, leaning against the wall.
He cants his head, "Did I? Cause that's not how I remember it."
"You're not real."
"Does it matter?" He begins to pace, his hands locked behind his back in an air of superiority.
"I will not engage." I murmur to myself, "I will not engage."
"But you will."
I try to fight it off as long as I can, "Why'd you do it?"
"Better you than me."
"You lying sack of shit!" I sneer and kick his knee earning a groan, I try to get in another hit but something connects with my forehead and I fall backwards. I look up my head pounding, Hysan's face flickers oddly, it's structure morphing and twisting into something else entirely. My vision finally refocuses and I see Dax hovering over me, he wipes blood off his face.
"Sweet dreams, Spitfire."
My skull throbs agonizingly when I come too, the room sways and I lie in place for a few moments. Something drips down my face and I touch it, when I pull my hand back blood covers my fingertips. I don't know how I mange to get to my feet, my fingers curling around my gun. "Clarke? Bellamy?"
Walking up the steps is brutal and I trip over the body a second time on my way out. Cold air rushes me and I blink, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
"Put it down, Dax."
"You should of stayed out of it, Clarke. I tried not to kill you, even managed to restrain myself from killing that little bitch. But here you are, Shumway said no witnesses."
I try to lift my gun, but my arms tremble. "I'll show you restraint," Breathing deeply I lock my muscles and take aim, Clarke moves forward blocking my view.
"What is he talking about?"
"Shumway, set it up. He gave me the gun to shoot the Chancellor."
"Walk away now and I won't kill you."
"Put it down."
"Your choice."
Clarke pulls the trigger but she fires a blank, she tries again and Dax advances.
"Hey, sellout! Over here!" I shout and using the distraction Clarke quickly hides behind a tree. Swaying, I aim my gun like Bellamy showed me, but my head pounds and I bend over, groaning. No, no. Stand up, come on. You can do this.
"Not so tough are you, Lyra?"
"No!" Bellamy shouts tackling Dax making the bullet whiz past me. He punches him serval times in the face before Dax upper cuts him knocking Bellamy off. He throws another punch at Bellamy before grabbing the gun. They struggle over it but Dax manages to hold it against Bellamy's throat. I slam my fist against my head, grasping for composure.
Clarke rushes over, "Get the hell off him!" Dax slams the gun into her stomach and she falls to the ground.
A gunshot rings out across the clearing and Dax falls over, bleeding from a hole in his head. My eyes glance between Clarke and Bellamy wondering which one of them made the shot, but I'm the only one with a gun in my hands. I collaspe against a tree, whatever it was that made me hallucinating clearing instanlously. I push the gun away from me, shaking. Clarke limps to sit beside me, breathing heavyly holding her stomach, Bellamy joins us.
"It's over." Clarke assures. "We're okay."
"No, I'm not." He shakes his head, "My mother if she'd known what I'd done- who I am. She raised me to be better, to be good."
"Bellamy-" Clarke says.
"And all I do is hurt people, I'm a monster. A lost cause." My head falls back against the bark remembering I was the one who called him that. I didn't think he took that comment seriously.
"You saved our lives today." She says, "And you might be an ass half the time-"
"Half the time?" I inquire, trying to lighten the situation. For the distraction and for Bellamy. "More like ninety nine-" I trail off noticing Clarke's glare. "Yeah, half." I amend.
"But I need you. We all need you. None of us would have survived this place if wasn't for you."
"I would have." I raise my hand, "And Wells."
"Lyra!" Clarke chides.
"What? I'm just being honest."
"You're being an ass."
I raise a brow, "And?"
Clarke sighs, "You want forgiveness, fine. I'll give that to you. You're forgiven. But you can't run, Bellamy. You have to come back with us. You have to face it."
"Like you faced your mom?" Bellamy counters.
I gaze at the gun lying near my reach, sucking it up I take the weapon and stand up abruptly. Rolling my eyes I stalk toward the building.
"Where are you going?" Clarke calls out.
"Back to the depo. I'm not going to particapte in this pity party."
Her voice takes on that motherly tone, "Lyra."
"No." I spin around, "He fucked up." I turn my gaze to Bellamy, pointing a finger at him. "You fucked up. Running away will not change that. You can either do the easy thing and run away, or you can do what's right and come home with us. For Octavia, for those people that died, for your mom. Do it. Or don't. I'm not going to beg you to stay, it's your choice."
With my gun in hand I trudge back to the depo. Once inside I place the gun down on the table and begin gathering the rest of them for transport. As I work the dark crusted blood on my hand catches my attention and Dax's face flashes before my eyes. And Atom's, Charlotte.
I shove useless trinkets off the table, a few of them I hurl at the wall with a scream. Tears burn my eyes and my stomach convulses, I move to the nearest container. My throat burns, but nothing comes up and I sink to the floor. I slap the bin, grimacing and sweat coats my forehead.
A container is pushed into my hand. "What are you doing?" I rest my head against the cool metal.
"Making it right."
I take a sip, "I hoped you would."
"You did?" His eyes widen comically, "I thought you of all people would be glad to be rid of me."
"You've grown on me." I admit, "I'm just as surprised as you are." I laugh slightly, but it sounds more like a cough and I lean back against the bin.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being honest."
"Anytime freckles, anytime."
"Rough night?" Monty asks Wells and Octavia, keeping pace with them.
"Yeah." Octavia answers, touching her temple. "My head is killing me." She sticks her hands inside her pockets, "You?"
Monty shrugs, "Pretty sure I ate a pinecone, because it told me to." Octavia and Wells share a look, he shakes his head at the ground with a smile.
"He's gone." Miller shouts, stumbling out of the Dropship, eliciting a choruses of frightened what's. The delinquents all gather in the center of camp. "The Grounders gone."
"What if he brings other Grounders back?" Jasper asks Wells and others turn their eyes to him for guidance.
He breathes deeply, his mind running through all the things his dad would say to calm people down on the Ark when a crisis arose, but his tongue feels heavy.
"They'll kill us?"
"Or worse." The hysteria is palable and Wells rubs the skin behind his ear.
"Let the Grounders come." Bellamy voices walking into the camp, Lyra and Clarke on either side of him. It doesn't take long for Lyra's gaze to zone in on him and they communicate silently. "We've been afraid of them for far too long. And why? Because of their knives and spears. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being afraid." In one fluid motion the three of them heave the bags off their shoulders, reviling several guns.
"These are weapons, okay and not toys." Clarke says. "And we have to be prepared to give them up to the Guard when the dropships come. But until then their going to help keep us safe."
"And there are plenty more where these came from."
"Tomorrow we start training." Lyra informs, "And if the Grounders come. We're gonna be ready to fight."
I meet Wells by the gate, "By the commotion earlier I assume everything went according to plan?"
"Yeah, the nuts we gathered turned out to be hallucinogenic. Everyone was tripping, I doubt anyone saw anything."
"Good. That's really good."
I look off into the distance, seeing Octavia coming towards us. She touches the bruise on my forehead and I wince. "What happened?"
I close my eyes, "Well first I hallucinated the asshat who got me locked up and then I killed Dax."
"Why?" Wells inquires and my shoulders sag at his none judging tone.
"Shumway was the one to set up your dad getting shot. He convinced Dax to kill Bellamy to keep it from getting out."
Octavia looks away, running a hand through her dark locks. "Bellamy was right, they'll kill him when they come down.
"That won't happen." Wells assures.
"Why not?"
"We offer an exchange."
I smile catching on, "We give him Shumway."
Octavia crosses her arms, "And your sure that will work?"
Wells nods, "We don't give him a choice."
Wells got in contact with his father and he sent me to retrieve Bellamy, who's at the gate with Octavia.
He wraps an orange blanket around her, "I don't expect you to forgive me, but you'll have to find a way to live with me. Because I'm not going anywhere."
I don't understand why but his words make happy, walking off the sensation I reach out and touch his shoulder. "It's time." He nods walking with me to the communication tent. He pauses midstride, turning slightly to look at Octavia.
"That Grounder escaping." I seize up and my eyes flit back and forth. "Was that you?"
It's silent for a beat before she answers, "I had nothing to do with it. Thanks for the blanket."
Bellamy and I take our seats beside Wells, putting on the headsets. The Chancellor stares at us on the screen, "Mr. Blake I wanted to talk to you for some time now."
"Before you do." Wells interjects, "I'd like to say something." The two of us share a gaze. "When you sent us down here, you sent us to die. But miraculously most of us are still alive. In a large part that is because of Bellamy." Bellamy looks at Wells surprised.
"He is one of us and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us." I add.
"Wells, Lyra. I appreciate your point of view but it's not that simple."
"Of course it is." I say, "If you want to know who ordered the hit."
"Lyra." Bellamy whispers and Wells holds out his hand to silent him.
"Who was it?"
"Do we have a deal?"
"Miss. Colt."
"Do we have a deal?" Wells repeats.
Several seconds pass. "Bellamy Blake you are pardoned for your crimes."
"Now that wasn't so hard." I tease and the Chancellor smiles.
"So, tell me, who gave you the gun?"
AN: Forgive me, this sucks a**! When I finish season one I'm going to come back and edit all these. So please ignore the spelling mistakes and the crappy descriptions.
Questions: Did you like the addition of Wells POV and would you prefer the story to be in third person? Did Wells seem in character? Would he have been more upset with Lyra and Bellamy? Should Lyra and Wells be immune to the Grounder virus or affected?
Sorry for all the questions, I just enjoy hearing your opinions.
