DON'T LET ME GO ► BELLAMY BLAKE

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As Clarke shot back down the ladder, Loxy couldn't help but notice the fresh look of determination on Bellamy's face. "You should leave now, Red," he murmured as he walked over to the hatch.

"What are you gonna do?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Because whatever it is, I'm staying." There was no way anyone could get past her stubbornness.

Bellamy must've understood this concept, because he didn't say anything back.

Before he could do whatever he planning, someone began furiously pounding on the hatch door, which Miller had secured close. "Let me in!" Clarke demanded.

Loxy couldn't help but roll her eyes. This was a game of tag where everyone kept racing back and forth between here and Finn.

Miller sighed before kicking the box away and opening the hatch. However, he held the ladder and sent her glances of suspicion.

"Get out of her way, Miller," Loxy demanded, sending him a death glare.

It must've worked as he let go of the ladder and shuffled away from it. Clarke climbed up and rushed to the Grounder, holding the knife that he must've used to stab Finn. "What the hell is on this?" She nearly screamed at him.

"What do you mean?" Loxy stepped forward, gently taking the knife from her and studying it. She could see a strange tint to the metal, and dread filled her chest when she realized the problem. "There's poison on the blade."

"Is there an antidote? Tell me!" Clarke shouted in the Grounder's face, sounding angrier than she had ever been before.

"Bellamy," Loxy breathed, her eyes widening as she looked to him. "Vials."

Clarke spun around, looking back and forth between the two of them as they held gazes. "What vials?

Bellamy and Loxy rushed to the table, and she grabbed the box of vials. "Maybe he can tell us which one it is," she murmured, ignoring Bellamy's hand that accidentally brushed hers.

"Which one?" Clarke yelled as she grabbed the box of them from her. Her nostrils flared as she held the gaze of the injured Grounder.

"I'll get him to talk," Bellamy snarled, stepping forward.

"Bellamy, no!" Octavia grabbed her brother, trying to pull him back.

"He wants Finn to die! Why can't you see that?" Bellamy spat.

"And why can't you see that he's clearly not going to talk while we torture him. The best thing to do is make peace with him. He saved me and Octavia's life. The least we owe to him is to not do this." Loxy spoke with determination, standing next to Octavia with her arms folded.

"We're talking about Finn's life, Red!" He shouted, anger spiking in all of his features. But she couldn't help but notice the profound hate she could see in his eyes.

"Do it," Clarke conceded, sending vicious looks to the Grounder.

"Just tell us!" Octavia screamed, fighting against the arms of Miller and another nameless boy. She managed to shove him off, walking to the corner of the back wall with fury.

"You're gonna show us the antidote or wish you had," Bellamy growled as he tore off the Grounder's shirt, exposing his entire torso.

Loxy watched in horror as he slashed once. Then twice. Already his side had been cut, and blood was erupting from the wound.

Clarke intervened, spilling out the vials with desperation. She clearly didn't want the torturing to go on either. "Which one is it? Please," she begged, looking up at him.