⸻ ( Bellamy Blake )
Jinny Shumway was the epitome of brilliance, the brightest star in their galaxy. But even stars can fall -- burning, crashing, incandescent.
( the 100 ) • 2020
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HELL HATH NO WRATH compared to the blazing inferno rising inside her chest. Jinny felt the fury consuming her, the echo of the girl's body hitting the surface of the water was like ignition fuel. Clarke had rushed towards the edge, peering over the cliff face while continuing to cry out in dismay.
Bellamy looked at Jinny, saw the heated glare in her eyes as she slowly turned around. "Jin..." he called coaxingly but he may as well be talking to the wind. She balled her hands into tight fists, skin stretching taut over white knuckles. Her dark gaze met with Murphy's and he stared back at her in mild surprise. It turned into full fledge terror when she took a step in his direction.
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"J-Jinny..." he started nervously before she lunged at him, throwing her body in the air and slamming against his. They toppled to the ground with flailing limbs and a feral scream tore through her throat. Her rage was vehement; the product of years and years of pent up emotion.
The sickening crunch of bone against bone tore through the night as she fumed and cursed at the boy beneath her. Clarke shouting for her to stop was just background noise, then she felt a pair of brawny arms circle around her waist. They pulled her away but she continued to lash out, managing to get a last good kick at Murphy's leg. Bellamy held her tightly against his chest, enveloping her slim frame entirely in a full body lock.
