Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

The Chosen

Shouts and pleas for help erupt around the room as more and more Skaikru people are shoved into the main hall, and I watch with pursed lips from the top of the stair case. Bellamy is tense beside me, and I know he feels responsible for what is going to happen in a few short moments, but in reality, he's saving more lives than taking,

"That's everyone! Close the door!" I look over at the exit door that leads to the rest of the bunker, and when the door is firmly shut, I watch with wide eyes as everyone rushes towards it, pounding on the metal door with their fists,

"Three out of four of these people will die tonight. Still think you made the right choice?" Jaha presses, and I shake my head as I shoot him a glare,

"Shut up Jaha. Or you will be one of those three people that die," I snap,  and the man instantly shuts up as we gaze down at the mass of people who are currently freaking out right now. 

I can't take anymore of the shouting and screaming, so I turn around and walk into the nearby office, Bellamy, Clarke and Jaha following my lead,

"Our people are scared Marcus. We need to tell them something," Jaha pleads, and Kane nods his head,

"We just spoke with Raven," he replies, "Once she gets here, we'll have all our essential personnel," essential.... so that' how we're classifying who lives and dies... who's essential.

"How many spots does that leave us?" Clarke asks, her eyes wide as she looks at her mother for answers,

"Including the essential personnel and the places that we're holding for the children under 16... that leaves us with 80," I know there's a very slim chance I made it onto that list for the essential personnel, but a part of me yearns to know whether or not I made it,

"80," Clarke breathes, and compared to the four hundred people we have, that number seems incredibly small,

"I can't believe we're talking about sending 364 of our own people to their deaths," Jaha argues, and I shake my head,

"We're lucky that we got any spots at all in this bunker, not after what you pulled," I retort,

"Look, I don't like this any more than you do," Kane attempts to reassure Jaha, to no avail,

"Then lets fight this," Jaha insists, his fists clenched tightly together at his sides,

"No, any sort of resistance will cost all of us all our lives. Our best course of action is to hold a lottery for the remaining slots," Kane reasons, and Jaha snorts quietly as he leans forward on the table in front of him,

"It's not going to work Marcus," Jaha argues, and I cock my head,

"Why not? It was your idea," I chime in, and the man looks at me as if I was incapable of thinking,

"That was for the chance to survive," he replies, and I can see that this conversation is going to get us no where unless we find a solution,

"And how is this any different?" Abby asks, raising her eyebrows as if to challenge him,

"Until 20 minutes ago, our people believed they were safe. They let down their guard. They picked their bunks. They unpacked their bags. They imagined their futures. You try to rip that from them now and believe me, they will fight," he explains, his voice raising the more that he talks, and I know that no matter what we say, he won't agree to it,

"No one's saying it will be easy but we need to make the people listen to reason," Kane intercedes, sighing loudly as he looks around the room,

"Someone still needs to get Raven," Bellamy speaks up, and instantly I step forward,