I had been at the camp for two whole days now. Raven had no feeling in her lower left leg, but was up and walking after her surgery. However, when she tried to do things around camp, she felt inadequate. Kane had left yesterday with a few guards to search for the kids. He left Abby in charge as acting Chancellor. That was a big turn-around from the other day when he had lashed her. Raven, even with her wonky leg, managed to create a large... balloon? I had no idea what it was used for, but knowing her, it had a purpose. But not long after the balloon had been up, it was shot down again.
It wasn't until that night that something interesting happened. Gunfire rang out and I hurried to the fence, trying to catch sight of what was happening. Guards ran out of the gate and we waited for a few minutes before they returned. "Secure the perimeter. Teams of three. Hundred-yard buffer," the female guard who had lashed Abby – her name was Byrne – shouted as she led the returning guards. "Open the gate," she ordered as I noticed two of the guards dragging someone along. "Let's go," Byrne called as the gate slid open. "Gotta get her to Medical. Move, move," another guard shouted as I pushed forward to catch sight of this Grounder prisoner. But it wasn't a Grounder at all.
"Let her go!" I shouted as I stepped forward. One guard stepped forward, blocking me from reaching the not-Grounder. "Step back," he growled at me. "Like hell," I snapped right back before stepping around him and heading for the girl who was covered in dirt. "Let her go, right now!" I shouted as I shoved one of the guards carrying the girl away from her. "Wait," I heard Abby called out from behind me as one of the guards tried to restrain me. "Once the prisoner is secure," Byrne snapped as I shoved the guard away.
"She's not a prisoner," I growled at Byrne as Abby stepped forward. "She's my daughter," Abby added to my statement before kneeling down in front of Clarke and taking her face in her hands. "Clarke," Abby muttered, brushing her daughter's hair out of her face. "Mom?" Clarke muttered weakly before her head lulled to the side and she was unconscious. "Get her to Medical, now," Abby ordered as I helped lift Clarke. My father stepped forward, taking half of Clarke's weight onto himself and helping me get her into Medical.
My father left me and Abby with Jackson to deal with Clarke. Jackson helped me lift Clarke onto a bed. Clarke's face was covered in blood, mod all over her clothes and wild hair. "No wonder they thought she was a Grounder," I muttered to myself as Abby brushed Clarke's hair back from her face. "I need saline and a pressure dressing," Abby told us as Clarke's eyes opened. "I'm on it," Jackson replied before hurrying to grab the supplies. "Okay, honey," Abby muttered as Clarke stared up at her mom in surprise. "I saw your ship crash," she whispered in disbelief. "I wasn't on it. I'm right here," Abby assured her as Jackson came back with the supplies.
"What, I don't get a hello?" I asked Clarke. Her eyes snapped to me and more surprise filled her. "Willa? I thought you died," she whispered to me, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. The confusion on my face prompted her to explain. "You weren't with Bellamy and you didn't come to the Dropship," she added, clarifying what she meant. "Octavia was hurt and we wouldn't have made it to the Dropship. I had to get her out of there," I explained, resting my hand on Clarke's uninjured shoulder. "Octavia? Where is she?" Clarke asked, looking around the room for a moment. "She's safe. She's with Lincoln," I whispered, hoping Abby and Jackson were too preoccupied with Clarke's injuries to notice what I said. She gave a small nod of understanding.
"Is she all right?" Major Byrne asked Abby who sat by her daughter, pressing a bandage against Clarke's wounded shoulder. "She will be," Abby replied simply. "No thanks to you," I grumbled under my breath. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We had no idea who she was," Byrne said, trying to explain herself. Then she stepped forward. "Where have you been?" she asked Clarke. "Byrne," Abby snapped in a warning. "Mount Weather," Clarke replied softly. My gaze snapped to her in surprise. We were supposed to go to Mount Weather the first day we landed on Earth.
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Criminal (Bellamy Blake LS)
FanfictionI readied my bow and notched another arrow. "Where is the radio, Bellamy?" I asked him, holding the arrow pointed right at him. He turned around like he was going to bark at me too, but he saw the arrow and a bit of hurt flashed through his eyes. "Y...
