"Raising your gun to me isn't what scared me, Bellamy."
"Then what was?"
"That you told me you loved me just a few hours before."
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[SHADOW OF DEATH]
Meaning: A symbolic description of the world, meaning darkness and death are valleys on earth one...
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"Hey, what's wrong?" I turn back as Lincoln stops walking and I notice him crush a small glass bottle that held a little red liquid, under his foot.
Lincoln walks closer to myself and Bellamy as he looks between us both.
"We attack as soon as the intake doors open, do not let it close." He tells us, sternly. "Unless they're all dead, you go in. I'll make it look like you both escaped."
Lincoln looks away from us as I look to Bellamy, him also noticing something a little off with Lincoln.
I suddenly hear shouting in the distance of the tunnel as Lincoln is quick to turn around and try to take the log that Bellamy was holding on his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Bellamy questions.
"We have to go back, it's a reaper party." Lincoln informs us.
"Go back?! No way!" I exclaim in low voice.
"There's three, maybe four! We can't fight our way through." Lincoln says but myself and Bellamy were not going back when we had come this far.
"We won't get a better chance than this." Bellamy adds to my statement.
"I thought I could do this but I can't, its over." Lincoln tells us as I gently push his shoulder, making him look at me.
"No, it's not." I begin as he stares at me. "We are not leaving now."
"I said no!" Lincoln exclaims as he throws the log from Bellamy's shoulder and grabs him but I don't move as I see the reapers walk towards us.
My eyes land back on Lincoln who held a knife to Bellamy's throat.
He speaks in a different language, I could only recognise one word that meant 'run'.
The reaper spoke back, nodding his head to me as Lincoln nodded.
One of the reapers come up and roughly take my arm, pulling me to stand beside Bellamy as Lincoln looked us.
He subtly nodded at us, silently letting us know he had a plan.
My vision turns dark as a piece of cloth is placed over my eyes and then I'm being dragged to somewhere else.
The walk wasn't long but it was tiring, especially having a reaper harshly grabbing my arm the entire journey.
When we come to a stop, I feel someone grab the hem of my top and remove it over my head, causing my breathing to turn shallow.
