Inanna was sent to the ground with the other 99 delinquents. While looking for her friend, she's kidnaped by Delphia, an old Trikru grounder. When Inanna meets this new way to live will she want to go back to the only person she cares about or will...
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"I'm not with them. I'm not with you either."
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I put down the light on the stick and run towards the screams.
The kid kept screaming and I see her with Bellamy, who as soon as he sees me puts Charlotte behind him.
"I'm not with them. I'm not with you either." I tell him.
"Murphy!" She screams and I look at Bellamy telling him to shut her up, but she keeps going.
I push Bellamy away and kneel in from of the kid, covering her mouth with my hand.
"You have a death wish? Shut up or he'll kill us all." I tell her before carefully taking my hand from her mouth.
"I deserve this-"
"Believe me you do. But he doesn't. If he kills you, he can't live with it. So shut up! You did enough." I order and Bellamy grabs her, throwing the girl over his shoulder, afraid that she'll escape.
We walk and soon notice that we are at the end of a cliff and that Murphy and the others are running towards us.
"Damn it," Bellamy mutters noticing the same thing I did.
"We're fucked." I say back and then Murphy shows up.
"Bellamy." He states and then looks at me. "Inanna." He looks away from me and widens his eyes a bit, almost playfully.
"I'm sorry-" I start.
"Don't." he stops me looking back at Bellamy. "You cannot fight all of us. Give her up."
"Maybe not, but I guarantee we'll take a few of you with us." Bellamy talks for me and I look at the grass unable to look at Murphy.
"Bellamy! Stop! This has gone too far. Just calm down." Clark shows up with Finn and I clench my teeth looking at her and her narrative.
Bullshit.
I walk slightly towards him, not wanting the kid to die.
"We can talk about this," I tell him calmly.
He looks between us and suddenly pushes me towards him. My back pushing hard against his chest as he puts a knife against my throat.
"Come here. I'm sick of listening to you talk." He tells against my ear.
"Let her go," Finn argues but Murphy grabs me tighter.
"Back off. I will slit her throat." He argues, his face against mine. This'll sound crazy, but I kinda like it. Those four years really did things to me.
"You couldn't live with it," I tell him, turning my head a bit, causing his knife to draw blood and him to light his grip on me, scared to hurt me.
