𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 | ❝ you're important to me you piece of shit! ❞ in which nathaniel masteron and bellamy blake just can't stand each other.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐎𝐂 | 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐓𝐇...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
"I'm not weak."
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"Listen to me carefully."
Clarke's voice seemed to echo around in my head as I blankly stared at the wall. I wanted to look at the monitors, or at Clarke, or at Bellamy or something, but my gaze was stubbornly unmoving, glaring holes into the still metal walls.
"I will not stop until my people are safe. If you don't let them go... I'll irradiate level five."
My head dropped slightly at these words. I was exhausted. Whether it was from the emotional horror of seeing Fox's body and knowing that her death was painful, or the fact that I literally just shot a man in the chest, I have no idea... I do, however, know that Clarke was in no way bluffing.
"Cage. Listen to me. Nobody else has to die. Stop the drilling, and we can talk... there has to be a way to get us all out of this."
Under different circumstances, I would have laughed. There is no way that both sides of this war could emerge victorious. If Cage miraculously decides to stop drilling, than the Grounders will get to him next. If he doesn't, than all of our people will die, and we'll be stuck in this goddamn control center until we starve or some shit like that.
"Emerson is coming for us."
That got me to look up. The monitor showed the man running down the hall, away from Cage, and toward us. I sighed deeply as Bellamy turned to Monty, "he deactivated my key-card... can you do the same to him?"
"That one's easy," Monty breathed, turning and practically jumping in front of the computer, beginning to rapidly type something on the keyboard as Bellamy's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Where's he going?" He asked, as we watched Cage stalk throughout the level, turning into a hallway and pulling the door open.
"The dorm," I realized, although I was sure my voice was too quiet to be heard. Clarke's eyes were wide, like she had just been told directly when the world was gonna end, and she turned to Monty, her tone urgent. "Can you do it? Can you irradiate the level?"
"I can do it."
"Wait-" I jumped up, before even realizing I was moving. My voice was still hoarse, and I gave Clarke a wide-eyed look. "There are kids in there. T-There are people who helped us."
"Then please give me a better idea."
I opened my mouth to retort, but nothing came out. Was there a better way? Was there a way to get the people we love out of this without killing a bunch of innocent people? I wracked my brain for something to say, but movement on the monitors made my head snap to the side.
