❝If I believe in one thing... Just one thing... I believe in him.❞
The 100 season one
Bellamy Blake x OC
Started September 14th, 2019
Finished October 12th, 2019
Disclaimer: I do not own the 100. All rights of this series belong to the owner...
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WE ARE GROUNDERS P 11 ᴛʜᴇ ¹⁰⁰
FREYA SAT IN PAIN NOT PREPARED FOR WHAT WAS ABOUT TO COME NEXT. Clarke and Finn got back a few hours ago as of now. Clarke cauterized the knife for Raven, it was burning hot touching her skin. Bellamy was in the room with them. He was alive, and Murphy didn't kill him.
Murphy escaped. It took everything in her to not to run out to the woods and kill him herself. Although she couldn't move. Her leg hurt, and her shoulder was in pain. Freya winced when Clarke brought the knife over to her, the blade inching towards her. She bit her bottom lip, hard, trying not to scream. She could feel the hot blade itching to her skin, and her eyes wandering over to Bellamy.
"Are you ready?" Freya shook her head. "Just do it." Raven reached over to her hand, squeezing it tightly.
"One... two..." "Just do it!" Freya yelled.
Clarke brought the knife to her leg sealing up the wound to stop it from bleeding. She screamed and when she was done Clarke cauterized the knife again for her shoulder. Bellamy looked away squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, and then looking back at the girls.
"Clarke, stop hesitating. Just put the damn thing- ahh! Dammit!" The blade touched the bullet, her teeth gritting together and her skin burning like fire.
"That should stop the external bleeding," Clarke said. How was she supposed to fight with a hurt leg and a bullet wound in her shoulder? She wouldn't even be able to fight. "I don't understand. How did Murphy get a gun?" Finn asked. Freya wiped the sweat off of forehead with her good arm. "I have no idea how Murphy got the gun. But when we find him, no one better step in my way I'm going to kill that son of a bitch." "We got lucky. If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of us we all would have been dead," Raven said.
"Lucky," Freya scoffed. "We're sitting ducks."
"You're alive sitting ducks," Clarke said. "Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" The blonde asked.
"Enough to build a 100 bombs. If we had any gun powder left..." Raven said. "Let's get back to the reapers," Bellamy said, as he looked through Lincoln's book. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
"Not this enemy. We saw them, trust me. It's not an option." Clarke said. "There's no time for this. Clarke, can they walk or not?" "No. We'll have to carry them." "I can walk, I just can't shoot or do anything that has to do with a weapon." Freya said.
"The hell you will. I'm good to go." Raven said, sitting up but was forced to sit back down because of her leg. ""Hey, listen to me. You two can't walk. The bullet is still inside of you. Both of you. With your wound in your leg it'll open up again. Even if you run. By some miracle, if there's no internal bleeding it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you two are not walking anywhere, is that clear?"
