𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 | bellamy blake¹

↬ | chapter ten

     —Oh, and she chopped off his fingers too. To be forthright, it wasn't the most glorious way to go out. 

   "Clarke—" Thelonious continued. "Is my son with you?"

   The word's hit hard, despite knowing that they were coming from miles away. He didn't even die in honor or anything like that— his death was pitiful. Pathetic. He died because his father; Charlotte got the next best person.

  "I'm so sorry. Wells is—" she paused, the words getting stuck in her throat on the way up. "Wells is dead."

   Quietness filled on the other end, and that was enough to make Maggie bite the inside of her mouth, awaiting an answer from the chancellor. However, he never said another word, and the sympathetic girl couldn't imagine what he was feeling. It would only pain him more if he were to find out that Wells was killed in place of him. 

   "I'm gonna talk you through it, step by step," Abby's voice replied after a minute or so, making Clarke shuffle her way over towards the unconscious Finn. "Clarke— give five— to medical— medic—" the radio cut off, undoubtedly from the roaring storm that was passing them by. Maggie couldn't help but worry about Bellamy and the others that went out; hopefully they were able to find shelter. 

   "What?" the girl inquired impatiently, "Raven, what's wrong?"

   "It's not the radio. It's the storm," she stated, unable to fix anything, quite frankly because nothing was actually broken. Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie watched as Octavia made her way in with two containers in hand. 

   "Monroe, close the doors," Clarke ordered, setting the cups onto a small table beside the stabbed boy. 

   The girl's eyeballs grew. "We still have people out there."

   "Monty and Jasper still aren't back yet," Octavia chimed in, but they were smart. They'd make it back— Magnolia was positive. What is was they went out for was unknown, but that was of no importance at the moment. The knife needed to be removed from Finn's body. "Neither is Bellamy."

   "Look— one suture needle," Raven handed it to Clarke as she sent a thankful smile in return. It was surprising how Clarke was holding up with the whole Finn-Raven mess. As far as Maggie knew, it was still a secret from her best friend. 

   "Right. I still need something to close the wound."

   "There's some wire on the second level. I used it for the tents."

   "Let's see it," Clarke nodded, knowing that was the closest thing to any proper medical supplies. It would've been nice if Raven brought down more medical supplies. 

   "Stay away from the blue wires that run through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells in the roof. That means they're hot, you got that?" Raven's voice raised, instructing Octavia strictly as she climbed up the stairs to the second level of the drop ship. 

   "Yeah, I got that."

  "Hey, they're back!" someone's voice shouted amongst the crowd, causing Maggie's eyes to shift towards the drop ship entrance. She almost made her way to Bellamy, who was soaked from head to toe, but the Grounder that was with Octavia was being carried— unconscious and blindfolded. 

   They placed the man on the floor of the drop ship harshly. "What the hell are you doing?" Octavia rushed forward, and Magnolia couldn't help but think the same thing. That Grounder hadn't done a thing wrong— at least that's what the Blake girl told them. Why would she lie?

   "It's time to get some answers," Bellamy stated, but those weren't going to come easily. It was only imaginable what would be done to get them.