"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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"Clarke!" I shout, pulling at the restraints around my wrist. "Clarke, open the goddam door!" I raise my voice even more, knowing she was outside but was choosing to ignore me. I hiss in pain at the new cuts around my wrist before turning my attention to Bellamy. He was doing the same as me: Pulling on the restraints but only hurting himself as he did so.
"Bellamy stop." I say as he sighs in frustration and looks at me. "We need to think of something else."
"What else can we do, Sawyer?" He asks, his tone annoyed and agitated. But I knew it wasn't directed at me. "The longer they're out there, the more sick they're going to get."
"I know." I reply, shuttling my eyes tightly, trying to think of anything we could possibly do to get out of this. Bellamy continues to grunt, pulling at his restraints and as I slide down the generator behind me, bringing my knees up to my chest.
I snap my head as I hear the door open. Murphy walks over to us and when he sees Bellamy's wrists his eyes widen.
"What the hell are you doing? You're just hurting yourself." He states as Bellamy stands to his feet and faces him.
"Murphy, untie us. Please." Bellamy pleads, gesturing his hands towards me, causing Murphy to sigh.
"I can't do that." Murphy tells him in a surprisingly soft voice. I stand my feet, Murphy's eyes moving to me.
"Please, Murphy. I can't let my dad or Octavia die up there." I try to reason with him, the tears welling up in my eyes at the thought of either one dying.
"I'm sorry, Sawyer." He tells me, guilt flashing through his eyes.
"Bullshit! Let us go!" Bellamy shouts, charging at Murphy as he immediately took a step back.
"Hey!" Murphy calls as I turn away from them, leaning my head against the generator to try and calm myself down. "I can't, okay? We can't open that hatch. And stop-" I jump as I hear Bellamy kick generator beside him. "Hurting yourself before I have to call medical to knock your ass out! Both of you!"
My eyes suddenly widen as I think of an idea: My mom. She doesn't want this, just like me and Bellamy. If we get her down here to treat our wounds, then she can help us escape.
"You haven't changed." Bellamy begins as I turn back to face them. "You only care about yourself."
"You're wrong. Look this is only gonna be for a few days-"
