Lucinda Kane was one of 100 prisoners exiled to Earth for their crimes in the sky. Relying on her beauty, intelligence, and physical skill to navigate the challenges of this new world will she survive everything Earth has to bring? All is fair in lo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You've got my devotion. But man, I can hate you sometimes. I don't want to fight you. And I don't wanna sleep in the dirt."
Fine Line - Harry Styles
My blood rushed through my veins as I marched through the woods, my hands drawing into fists. The thought of Bellamy gaslighting me into staying at camp while he went for the pod by himself ran through my mind like wildfire. The suffocating weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders as the grim reality of our situation hung heavy in the air.
The entire camp was starving slowly to death without any means of protection and hunger gnawing at our stomachs. And yet, amidst the chaos of our desperate existence, Bellamy's betrayal cut deeper than any physical deprivation I was feeling at that moment.
I led the others back to camp under the assumption that Bellamy would be making his way back. Of course, I was right. Through the trees, I caught sight of Bellamy's familiar silhouette, his tall frame weaving its way through the forest.
"Hey! Blake!" I called out closing the gap between us with purposeful strides as he turned to me with a surprised expression. With a swift shove, I forced him off balance and the impact sent him stumbling backward, caught off guard by my ferocity.
"Where the fuck is the radio?" I demanded as he stumbled backwards slightly before straightening himself up. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air until Bellamy's gaze hardened.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy shrugged my off accusation causing me to laugh while crossing my hands over my chest.
"Oh really? That's convenient considering three hundred innocent people are going to die if you don't hand it over." I retorted, my words dripping with disdain as I watched Bellamy's expression shift from indifference to a frown.
"Bellamy." Finn's voice cut through the tension, drawing everyone's attention as the rest of our group finally caught up with us. "Where's the radio?"
"Bellamy Blake? They're looking everywhere for you." Raven interrupted stepping forward as I turned to Bellamy with a frown.
