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Chapter One
Bellamy’s POV:
Bellamy looked around at Becca’s Lab. The island had been beautiful. It was the only thing that had survived the original cataclysm that had wiped out majority of Earth’s population.. He chuckled to himself. Here they were, nearly 98 years later, a full circle. With the world ending, but this time, the gorgeous island wouldn’t be so lucky. He looked back and his friends working feverishly to get the rocket up and running before the death wave hit. “We almost set?”, Bellamy questioned.
“We’d be done a lot faster if you didn’t keep getting distracted”, Raven grumbled as she looked at Bellamy with annoyance.
Normally Bellamy would’ve been bothered by Raven snapping at him, but considering the circumstance, he decided it’d be best to ignore it. “Clarke should be back by now”, Bellamy gulped. “She’ll make it back in time right…?” He fidgeted with the tools in hand.
Raven sighed. “If she leaves now, she’ll make it back with plenty of time”, She reassured. “Now please, stop worrying and hand me the wrench.”
Clarke had left almost an hour ago. She needed to set up the satellite, so the Ark’s ring would have power and they’d be able to access the main door. Although Raven had affirmed him Clarke would be fine. Something in Bellamy was still unsure. Before she left, Clarke was nearly convinced she wouldn’t see him again, which certainly didn’t help his worries. He peered up at the Rocket that would take them to the ring. The thought was almost comical. He’d never imagined he’d go back to space, especially since he’d only be on the ground for a year. “One year…”, he pondered. “Down here, a year felt like a lifetime.” He’d made more memories in one year on the ground than the 23 years he spent in space.
The ground was something he used to only dream about, and here they were ready to leave without a second thought. He wondered if this was Earth’s way of saying “fuck you.” All the humans knew was war and destruction. So he didn’t blame Earth, for trying to get rid of them. The death wave seemed more of a reality check. Less people to mess up the landscapes, the better.
He’d been through so much. Between Grounders, Reapers. Mountain men, A.L.L.I.E, and this wave of fire, he’d never really had time to enjoy the scenery. He thought back to the day they landed. How he’d snuck into the dropship to solely protect Octavia. He’d gotten side tracked, on a couple of occasions, but through it all, all he wanted was for his little sister to be okay. Who knew he’d make lifelong friends along the way. When The 100 arrived they were all so hopeful and full of energy it seemed as nothing could stop them. Little did they know..
He sought back the “Day Trip” him and Clarke took in look for supplies. A lot happened that day. But the thing he was stuck on, was how Clarke seemed able to convince him into to doing anything. He’d been dead set on leaving the dropship before the colony came down. But a few words from Clarke and he was not only rethinking leaving, but his judgment on her. All she had wanted to do was keep everyone alive. But from then on it wasn’t just Octavia pushing Bellamy to be his best, it was Clarke too. She’d inspired him like no one had before. She kept him alive through most of the hard times. They were partners, dead set on saving their people and each other.
Bellamy wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in those old memories, but he snapped back into reality as Raven barked an order. “What?” He questioned. Standing up from his workspace.
“I said, get your suits on. We’re leave in T minus 15 minutes.” Raven repeated, clearly on edge.
The request nearly slapped Bellamy. “We’re leaving…?” He slurred. “Clarke’s not back yet. We can’t just leave her.” He was starting to panic. “We can’t just… I can’t lose her again..”
Raven met his eyes. He could tell the thought of leaving without Clarke was bothering her as well. “We’ll wait as long as we can…..” She hesitated. “But if she’s not back in time, we’re gonna have to go without her.”
“No…no, please tell me this isn’t happening.” Bellamy pleaded with himself.
“Raven….this is Clarke we’re talking about. We can’t just let her die.” He urged. The idea of leaving Clarke behind was nearly too much for him to handle.
“And I can’t let us die!” She scoffed. “If she’s not back in time, I’m not risking our lives….” She sounded defeated. This decision was tearing her apart. “Please Bellamy just get your suit on meet us in the ship.”
Bellamy held Raven’s eyes for a second longer before he turned on his heel, to get into gear.
“This can’t be happening….”
Clarke’s POV:
The air was getting noticeably foggier. Clarke guessed the death wave would be here in no longer than 15 minutes.
She had been climbing up the satellite tower for what felt like eternity. The technology Raven had given her wasn’t syncing up properly, which meant Clarke had to align the satellite manually. She prayed she’d be swift enough to connect it to the dish and make it back to Becca’s lab before the rocket took off without her. But looking at the watch on her wrist, she was supposed to leave in 2 minutes top, and this task was going to take her more than that.
She climbed the tower with every last drop of energy she had left. Each step she grew increasingly more tired, but no less determined. Then she heard it. She stoped in her ascended to look behind her. Shooting into the sky was the rocket, holding her friends. Monty, Harper, Murphy, Raven, Echo, Emori, and Bellamy, they we’re heading to the ring without her.
“Ai gonplei ste odon” Clarke confessed the commonly spoken Grounder phrase. Her fight was over. It was impossible for her to survive this, she wouldn’t outlast the radiation that came with Primfaya, but Clarke wasn’t ready to give up. She unrelentingly continued her climb to the top.
All her friends were counting on her again. All she wanted to do was protect them. But everywhere she went death followed. They great Wanheda, willing to do anything for her people, showing no mercy. She remembered it all. The dropship massacre, shutting down the City of Light, and Mt. Weather. But she didn’t carry the guilt of the mountain alone. Bellamy had pulled the lever with her. Not willing to let all the blame fall on her. “Together” he had said as they heaved the lever down, killing all the innocent and guilty people who stood in the way of their friends survival. She could’ve stayed at Arkadia. No she should’ve stayed. Thinking back on it, that was her biggest regret. She thought by leaving she’d be able to hold onto the burden alone, leave everyone in peace. But she left Bellamy alone, to not only hold on to the memories of killing hundreds of innocent men, women, and children. But leaving him to wake up everyday and look at the faces of the people he saved, only to remember how he did it. If Clarke had stayed they could’ve bore it together…
Within a few moments she was there, at the top of the tower. She took in the view, which looking back on it, wasn’t her best decision. Past the islands shore, she could see a wave a fire, confirming to her that there was no hope for her to make it out in time. She returned to her task at hand. She plugged in the tablet looking device looking for a signal. Within a few seconds, the screen flashed confirming the Ring was not making contact. A mix of panic, exasperation, confusion, and defeat filled Clarke all at once. She’d accepted her death, but she was not willing to let her friends die. The tablet told her she needed to make the dish sync up on her own. She set the tablet down, and inched towards the massive object that would decide the fate of everyone she cared about. Using all her remaining strength she willed the dish towards the sky hoping the ring was this direction. She stood back to look at the tablet. Relief flooded through her entire being as the tablet flashed green and told her that the signal was sending.. She made her way over and made sure the ring was receiving what was being sent.. She was hopeful, everything was working. Her friends wouldn’t die…. Then the screen went black.
“No….please god no..!” She raged. With fury she grabbed the tablet and threw it over the the tower. She didn’t know if the ring had received her signal. But at this moment she couldn’t worry about that. Primfaya was coming in quick and if Clarke didn’t leave the the tower soon, she was a good as gone.
She speedily climbed down the town not caring where she placed her footing. The faster, the better. She reached the ground and took off running, not daring to look back. She could feel the heat of death wave behind her, dangerously getting closer.
“If I can make it to Becca’s Lab, maybe I’ll be able to ride out to fire wall.” She contemplated.
It was her best option, but with primfaya hot on her tail, she’d have to run quick.
Bellamy’s POV:
13 minutes till launch-
Bellamy grabbed us suit and stepped into the office space to change. Realistically he’s fine changing in front of the others. But he didn’t want them to see him like this. So broken and emotional, he refused to cry, but he knew if they saw them look at him pitifully, he’d lose it. The office was quite small. You’d think Becca wouldn’t made it bigger, considering she had such a vast space. “Off topic..” Bellamy thought.
Then his eyes landed on it. In a case was a syringe. Bone Marrow. Luna’s, he was sure of it. Clarke had told him about the experimenting they had done. But she hadn’t mentioned they had left over. Without a second thought Bellamy plunged the needle into the vain of his arm. He was to stressed to really acknowledge the pain. He injected the Night Blood into his vein. He didn’t know if it would work, but Clarke had seemed to be okay from the radiation back in the woods. He took an deep breath and put on the rest of his suit.
5 minutes to launch-
“Bellamy hurry up. We can’t wait any longer. The radiation is already effecting the avionics.” Raven insisted. “It’s now or never.”
Bellamy looked back at raven and gave her a sad smile. “Launch without me.” He inquired “I can’t leave Clarke to die..”
Raven didn’t seem shocked or surprised, just downcast.
“You sure..?” She consoled, giving him a look of defeat. “You’re body wouldn’t be able to handle the radiation..you’ll die before you ever reach…”
Bellamy cut her off. “I took Luna’s bond marrow. If it works right, then….maybe I’ll be okay.” He cautioned.
Raven held Bellamy’s eyes and did something that caught him off guard. She smiled. She hopped out of the rocket and crossed the space between them. She engulfed him a hug. He could feel the tears filling his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “Raven..I” he stammered, not knowing exactly what to say.
She laughed. “Save it for Clarke. I have places to be.” She gave him one last sorrowful smile, and returned to the rocket closing the door between then.
“May we meet again…” He whispered. But when he said it, he didn’t feel regretful or upset. He felt hopeful. They would meet again. With that the rocket launched, leaving him behind. But he couldn’t stare for too long. He needed to find Clarke.
Clarke’s POV:
Clarke struggled to breathe as she made her way to Becca’s Lab. She could feel the hot air getting closer with every second. It was a race against time. She ran with everything she had, just trying to get out of this catastrophic event. Her helmet had been cracked, which allowed radiation to seep through. But she couldn’t let that slow her down. She needed to make it out of this. Becca’s Lab was in sight. She was almost there…
“Wait..no this can’t be real.” Clarke contemplated. Standing before her was Bellamy. He was holding open the door and ushering Clarke in. “He can’t be here, it’s not safe, he’ll die.” She thought on the verge of tears. She didn’t know if she should feel grateful, furious, or sad. But she didn’t have much time to decide before Bellamy practically pushed her inside, closing he door behind them. She could see the radiation had breached his suit, for he had burns running across his cheeks. “Bellamy…what are you doing here..?” She asked holding onto the railing for support.
“I couldn’t just leave you behind to die, not with everything we’ve been through.” He explained. “If you were to die alone I couldn’t be able t-“ His sentence was cut short as the wave of fire hit the building. It began to shake intensely, everything was falling off shelves, it felt as though the whole building would collapse on them. They collectively ran to what the believed would be the safest place. But Clarke could feel herself drifting. She removed her mask, radiation burns covered her skin. She coughed trying to get the poisonous air out of her lungs. She could feel Bellamy’s hand on her shoulder trying to balance her, as everything slowing went to black.
End of Chapter One