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Listen To Me

Three | B.Blake

Notes | I can’t apologize enough, I don’t even know how long I’ve been away from this laptop. I’m so sorry you’ve waited what has felt like centuries. I’ve dealt with a ton of writers block and just lack of motivation in general. I really hope you enjoy this chapter please tell me your thoughts whether it be about this chapter or how annoyed you are that I’m only posting part 3 now.

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I woke up in a sweat and examined my surroundings, I then remembered the man- no, Bell had brought me here. The slit in the makeshift tent told me the sun was setting. I attempted to sit up but let out a cry when a shock of pain struck my wound. I cried even more at the frustration of not being able to function as I normally do. But commotion outside distracted me briefly as there were cheers and the smell of smoke.

“Come on (Y/n), you can do it.” Noticing a stick to the left of me, I grabbed it and used it to support myself. I smiled as I stood up, it didn’t matter that I was slightly wobbly, I began to make my way to the opening with baby steps, but each step hurt more than the other. “Alm-ost there. . .”

Suddenly a sense of dizziness and another sting in my side caused me to yelp as I fell forward. “Fuck!”

“Woah, woah, woah, what the hell is going on? You need to remain in bed.” It was another stranger I recognized from the ark.

“I’m sick of it!” I cried once more, this time actual tears formed in my eyes. “Can’t I please go outside? Just sit me down somewhere, I won’t be trouble.”

“Nope, you need to allow this to heal, come on.” The boy brought me back to bed and tossed the stick off to another corner of the tent. “I’ll send someone to check your wounds and another will bring food later, stay in bed.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed in annoyance once he left. 

It wasn’t long after that someone else came in. “Fuck off!”

“I take it you’ve had a shit day.” It was Bell.

“Yeah and what the fuck about it.” I growled.

“I don’t need to hear your attitude, I’m the one who’s pretty much taking care of you.” He was right in a way, but it didn’t change the fact that I was having a crappy time with this injury. He eventually changed my bandages and helped me eat. After it was all done, he spared a glance at the bracelet the guards graced me with.

“What?”

“How would you feel about getting rid of the bracelet?” I pulled my hand to my chest.

“No.” It’s the only thing telling Michael I’m alive, if he thinks I’m dead he’d probably do something to get himself killed.

"Alright... alright, suit yourself." he raised his hands as a form of truce. "You feeling hungr-? Hey, you wanna see something cool?"

I simply nodded.

His response was a swift movement in which he opened the entrance of the tent and I was shocked by the sight of a gorgeous sunset. I had only seen pictures on the colors of a few select books on the Ark that came close to such a view. I felt my eyes water for what felt like the millionth time. I'm sure Bell would've been somewhat concerned if it hadn't been for my shaky smile, he let out a small laugh at my reaction. "Never seen a sunset im guessing?"

"Considering I've been in the Ark, the drop ship. and now your tent, is it really that hard to believe this is my first real life sunset?"

"You've got yourself a point, I'll give you that."

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Request | “Hi! Could you do an imagine where it takes place when they first get to the ground maybe right before they find out about grounders, and the reader is so kind and sweet to everyone but stands up for herself and is strong, but is not a killer and won’t even hurt a butterfly or animal. Bellamy is so intrigued by her, and she agrees to go out to find some nuts while they hunt and Murphy tries getting her to hunt but she won’t and Bellamy defends her and fights with Murphy to back off, and fluff??❤️”

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“Hey, knock it off!” I snapped at two boys wrestling for a spare jacket, they resembled two dogs fighting over a chew toy. “There’s enough to go around, no need to fight for it.” I yanked mine off and tossed it to them, “It’s too big for me anyways.”

“Thank you,” One of them squeaked out and I raised a hand in response while walking towards a crouched little girl. “What did that ‘pillar ever do to you, huh?” She flinched as I peered over her shoulder, crouched beside her. “Poor thing could’ve had a family,” I pouted at the poor caterpillar as it laid smashed into the tree bark, not a pretty sight. 

“Yeah, well why should it have a say whether it dies or not when my parents didn’t have one before they were floated?” My right eyebrow rose when I came into realization her anger wasn’t focused on the bug, her dark emotion was due to the council of the Ark. I couldn’t find any more words to say so I nodded and patted her back.

“Fair enough, carry on, I suppose.” 

“Y/n, come here!” My head turned towards the direction of Raven’s voice to see her wave me over.

“What’s up?” I spoke up after jogging to the group of teenagers huddled around a makeshift table.

“A group is going out to hunt and I figured you’d-”

“I don’t kill animals, Raven.” I sternly spoke to her, trying to leave nothing up for negotiation, “Don’t have the stomach for it.”

“Okay then, pair up with Bellamy and go pick berries or something. You really need to go back out there, don’t you think it’s time that you get over this thing?” She mumbled the last part, not wanting to start anything or upset me.

“I-”

“Yeah, come on, Y/n. I’m a good shot, I’ll protect you. You don’t need to kill anything, promise.” Bellamy stood before me with a kind grin and his pinky sticking out at me. I only gave him a silent nod and pushed raven slightly away after she smiled, as if she was proud of the outcome. He led me to the camp gates and we met the other hunters of the group, Murphy among them as well.

“I don’t even know why I’m going, I feel stupid being here,” I mumbled under my breath, feeling out of place and nervous of my position in the group.

“Why are you so against killing anyways? Vegan?” A laugh left my lips at his question and I shook my head.

“It’s weird, but no, I’m not.”

I debated telling him my reason since we had never really talked until now, but the others were far enough for me to feel comfortable about speaking to him about it.

“I-. . .I was out on a hunt a few months ago. I had seen a doe in a meadow, it was beautiful,” we were still walking, just a lot quieter and away from the rest of the group, “She even walked up to me, allowing me to touch it. It felt so peaceful-”

“And then?” I looked up to see him looking at me with a questioning stare right before walking again.

“Then. . .the next thing I knew, she laid on the flower bed and her blood was splattered on my face.” I ended up bumping into his back when he stopped moving. 

“Who killed it? Her- Who killed her?”

“The only monster in our camp,” I moved to walk ahead of him,” Murphy.”

“Oh.”

“It’s stupid, I know. I eat the meat you guys work so hard to bring back, and yet I can’t put in the effort to do the same.” Shrugging before I was pulled down behind a tree.

“Shh. . .” he held a finger up to his lips before pointing to a bear sniffing around in the tall grass. There was no warning when he shot the gun and I turned my face into his shoulder after a surprised gasped left my lips. “I’m sorry.” He apologized afterward, but I shook my head since I understood the situation. “Come on.”

“It’s okay, you take it back to camp, I haven’t gotten any herbs yet.” Turning to venture off to a good place I knew had essential herbs for Clarke’s hand made medication, I was stopped by a hand grabbing my wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going, Princess?” Except it wasn’t Bellamy’s voice.

“Murphy, let go of her.”

“Too much of a little bitch to pitch in and feed your people?” His words stung, but I was more confused as to where he came from.

“What the hell do you want, Asshole?” I yanked my wrist out of his grasp and moved to walk away again, not having any energy to deal with him.

“Hey-” He grabbed my wrist once more, but I heard him grunt and hit the ground.

“I said to keep your hands off of her. I told you to lead part of the group towards the streams so I don’t know why the hell you’re here, but I’m going to give you three seconds to go back to camp and never even look at her wrongly ever again or you’ll definitely answer to me.” Bellamy released the knife he had once held against Murphy’s neck and allowed him to get up and do as he said. “Go.”

Once he was gone, Bellamy apologized again.

“Please wait. I’ll grab the kill and then follow you to your destination. I told Raven I’d protect you and I’m not doing anything else but that.”

“Okay.”

And that was the start of a beautiful relationship. From then on, Bellamy always took you with him and both of you were quite the duo. He always stood up for you and never left you alone or afraid. He even brought you out of the fear of hunting. He was there to guide you through it all. He was everything you could’ve asked for and more.

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Listen To Me

Two | B.Blake

Notes | Thanks for the support on the first part and I’m already at 11 followers. I wouldn’t even care if I remained at 11 followers as long as even a few of you read my work. I’m deeply sorry for how long you have all waited, I just started my period but I’ve been PMSing for days. I’ve been all over the place so I hope this chapter doesn’t feel gross or rushed.

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How long has it been? A year, maybe? It’s not like I can keep count, they took every small gift my parents ever gave me when we talked. Well, everything besides this photo, I’d never let them take this, they’d have to kill me in order to have it.

My head darted towards the now opened door with two guardsmen walking in with weapons in their hands.

“Prisoner two-five-seven, stand and face the wall.” My eyebrows furrowed and I hesitated to do as they said, which only resulted in them repeating their words. I stood up with wobbling knees and figured I didn’t move fast enough because they strictly gripped my wrists and forced me against the wall as a second guy clipped some bracelet on my arm. Hissing, I chose not to question what it was as I knew it would do nothing since they didn’t seem to be in a mood for explaining.

Next thing I knew, I had a needle in my neck and everything went black…

-

“What th-”

“Morning, sleep well?” A blonde female shot me a thin-lipped smile as I attempted to sit up, “Hey, watch your stitches.”

“Oh, my fuck!” The pain that struck in my side made me feel as if a lion clawed into my skin, “What the actual hell is going on, oh my god, am I dying? The last thing I remember were those guards on the ark, where are we?” My breathing staggered as the discomfort increased, tears pricked my eyes.

“First of all, you’re not dying, on the way down you suffered a minor injury, a piece of the dropship struck your left side during the collision-”

“Dropship? Why were we in a dropship?” I looked upwards at the ceiling, a few tears actually fell before I turned and observed everything around me. The girl sat next to my cot and began to gently push me to lay down, she then proceeded to remove my bandages.

“The council sent us down here in order to test out Earth’s safety levels because there was a massive issue with the population on the ark and not enough oxygen left remaining. We’ve been down here for a few hours and on top of not having any idea what to do, they dropped us on the wrong mountain and lost all communication with them and we’re left with no actual supplies. I know it’s a lot to take i-”

“Let’s go, Princess.” A pale boy with long brown hair popped in the dropship while carrying a backpack. “Oh, she’s awake, how are you feeling?”

I didn’t answer, I was terrified of what was going on. Tears continued to fall when I suddenly remembered my brother might be here. “Is there a Michael (Y/L/N), here? Please, I need to know.” I turned to the girl and my breathing increased once again as she sat there as if I spoke another language. “Tell me!” She flinched before shrugging her shoulders and giving me a small shake of her head.

“I don’t know, I can ask around, but you need to still your breathing. It isn’t good to be like this in your condition. Don’t worry, I’ll look, Let me put new bandages on and then you have to get some rest. I’ll get someone to watch over you while I’m gone.” She did as she said, she fixed me up new bandages and the boy stood there and watched the whole process while I tried to calm my tears and think positive, Michael is probably okay, he knows how to handle himself. “Okay, I’ll send someone in to check on you, please rest.”

They both left and I was okay for a while, but I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried to, I just couldn’t. The thoughts of my brother being floated consumed my head and just as my eyes became watery once again, another guy walked in. He had a slight limp and place his hands up in caution. “Clarke wanted me to check in on you from time to time while they were away, no worries.”

I didn’t really react, but he took that as an okay sign to pick up a first aid kit and sit next to me.

“I’m Monty,” I had met him a few times, in a class we took just before all of this now that I remember, “I’m just going to give you new bandages and treat the wound.”

As he removed the bandages, a familiar face burst into the dropship.

“Y/n? Someone told me you were here.” 

“Hi, Charlotte.” I gave her a tired grin before she realized Monty was there and hesitated to move closer to me. “It’s alright, he’s just fixing up my wound.” She came around the other side and tried her best to hug me, but it was difficult when I was hurt and lying on my back. I flinched when he placed the solution on my wound and it caused Charlotte to give me a worried glance, but I reassured her that it wasn’t her affection that caused my reaction.

“I’m sorry, the sting will go away in a few seconds,” I nodded and turned to look at her, she was so young, too young to be here.

“Lotte, have you seen Michael?” A frown fell on my lips as she shook her head. I sighed but figured it meant he was safe on the Ark, or as safe as he could be at this point. “Alright, ah-!”

“Sorry,” Monty immediately apologized after he pressed harshly on the bandages.

Letting out a shaking breath while shutting my eyes momentarily, I responded with, “It’s fine.”

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After Monty had left, Charlotte kept me company for a few hours until one of the other kids gave her a job to do. I have been stuck in this cot all day and I might actually go insane. It’s not like I could sleep, I was in a lot of pain. I-

“Hello? Y/~” My head shot up at the sound of a static voice coming from a stray area of the ship. It was dead silent for a few seconds before it made itself known once more, “Y/n, I swear to god, can you hear me?”

“The actual hell?” I tried to sit up, but I felt a sting in my side.

“If that bastard gave me a dud, I’m going to kill him.” I heard the voice again, it was coming from a few feet away from me, from a pile of rubbish. I pushed myself off of the cot and fell to my hands and knees. Crawling to the sound, tears threatened to spill as I tried so hard to ignore the pain. Soon enough I made it to the pile and dug until I found a small radio.

“He-Hello?” I winced as I spoke.

“Y/n? Oh thank god, I missed your voice.”

“Michael?”

“Who else?” I laughed and tears fell this time, tears of happiness. “I miss you so much, little sister. I know that they sent you down to Earth, I made a deal with Shumway to get this radio. I’m not sure how the hell it worked since I heard from Martin that all communication from the 100 was lost.”

“What did it take?” I calmed my breathing as I realized he mentioned Shumway. His silence answered my question, he was trying to make something up. “Michael-” I hissed again at the pain.

“I’m fine,”

“Michael.”

“My rations for the next four days.”

“Damn it, Michael- Ah-!” I cried and lied on the cold floor, the pain being overbearing. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His panic was evident through the radio and I knew he would worry if I took too long to answer.

“A piece of the ship stabbed my side during the landing, I’m fine. I’ll be fine, I have to go, I love you, please be safe.”

“I lo-” And it cut out the rest of his response.

“Help! Please, someone help!” I cried on the floor, tossing the radio back in the pile. I couldn’t take the pain and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own. I couldn’t even sit up at this point. “Help!”

A man rushed in and came to investigate my wound.

“What the hell happened to you? Come on, you can’t stay on that thing, it’ll do more harm than good.” He picked me up in his arms and I let out another cry of hurt, “I know, I’m sorry, come on.” My face stayed in his chest as I tried to make the pain go away, but I yelped when I was being set down. “It’s alright, you’ll be more comfortable here, I’ll grab some extra blankets in case you get cold.”

“Fuck. . .” I moaned as I refrained from holding down the wound as a way of ridding the stinging. Instead, I settled for applying pressure to my thigh, it seemed to ease it the slightest bit. 

“Here you go,” I opened my eyes to get an actual look at the man, tall, tanned skin, dark hair. It was short hair, but the sweat forced it to curl. He sat at the foot of the bed and stared at me for a few seconds, “How are you feeling?”

“Skip the pleasantries and just get to the part when you tell me I look like absolute shit.” I stared up at the ceiling of the tent before he chuckled.

“You said it,” was his answer, and he wasn’t wrong. It caused me to slightly laugh back, but it made him laugh a little more when I flinched from the pain again. I softly kicked his hip, but it made no difference, he continued to find my pain amusing. “Rest easy, you can stay here, I’ll find another place to sleep for a few nights so you don’t have to worry about the others disrupting you.”

“Thank you, I’m Y/n, by the way. . .” I quietly introduced myself, my eyes drooping from how exhausted I was.

“Y/n. . .I’m Bell~” was all I heard before I drifted to sleep.

Bell.

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I will admit I've been slacking, but mainly bc school has been a lot

I took my SATs today, had a final last Thursday, and I have one tomorrow as well. I'm sorry I've been so slow with this. I have to study for the test tomorrow and once I get it down, I'll work really hard on the rest of part two. I'm so sorry guys, please be patient a little while longer. 💙

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IM SUCH A DUMBASS. I JUST ACCIDENTLY POSTED MY DRAFT FOR PART TWO WTF. I TRIED TO MAKE IT PRIVATE BUT IDK IF IT WORKED. IDK WHY IM FREAKING OUT IM JUST SO DUMB IDK WHAT I WAS DOING OR THINKING WHEN I DID THAT

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stub·born

/ˈstəbərn/

adjective

having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so.

"a stubborn refusal to learn from experience"

synonyms: obstinate, stubborn as a mule, mulish, headstrong, willful, strong-willed, self-willed, pigheaded, bull-headed, obdurate, awkward, difficult, contrary, perverse, recalcitrant, refractory; More

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“Wait a minute. . .” A private nurse mumbled to herself as she stared at the screen of the ultrasound. The mother on the table panicked at her tone, her heart rate picking up as well.

“Wha-What is it?” The mother tried to sit up and see the monitor clearly, but the nurse silenced her by gesturing for her to lay back down.

“It’s alright, I just think. . .I think you’re having twins.” Dreaded words neither of them wanted. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Alvra, please, you can’t tell anyone about this, please!” The mother pleaded for both of her babies’ lives.

“But, I have to, Jasmin. If I don’t and they find out, I’ll be floated.” The nurse spoke pitifully back.

“If they do, I’ll be floated!” She cried back, her heart monitor racing once again. The thought of leaving her babies defenseless worried her to absolute death.

“I-. . .I can’t.” And finally, Jasmin’s eyes drifted down to Alvra’s finger as she pressed an alarm button, the low beep slipping through the silence of both women. 

“Alvra. . .” A single tear fell down the mother’s cheek as the pain pierced her heart, her trusted friend no longer in front of her, only her enemy and guards barging in to arrest a pregnant woman.

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“You are hereby found guilty in the act of having two children and refusing to abort one or both. And therefore, by having chosen to give birth to both children, you will be floated as the last consequence.”

“Absolute monsters.” The mother spat, eyes deeply watering at the sight of both of her newborn children in the arms of two guards. “You all will burn in hell for this.”

“Get her in the pod.” One of the councilmen ordered before two guards began to lead the mother to her designated location.

“Can’t I see my babies before I go? It wasn’t something I had control over. . .” She was broken, this isn’t what she wanted, but if she had to die, she would. There was a silent interaction between the council and the guards and she was soon released to walk towards her babies. “Momma loves you two very much, I left you both pictures of me with your new family. Please don’t forget me, I won’t forget you.” She placed a kiss on the top of the little boy’s head, but she was quickly ripped away and forced back in the previous direction.

She was now in an airtight pod looking through the glass with tears streaming down her face, sobs wracked her frail body. She shut her eyes before they pulled a lever, and soon space was yanking her into the stars. She couldn’t feel anything, everything shut off in a split second and there was nothing. No sound, no breathing, no thoughts, just silence.

May we meet again.

-

“Hey, baby sister.” 

“Michael, we’re the same age.” I rolled my eyes while continuing to organize the medicines by their labels. “Do you need something?”

“I can’t just want to visit my little sister as she works?” I gave him a look until his stiff posture loosened and he looked at me as if he knew I could see right through him, which I already had done. “Fine, I was wondering if you could bring home extra dinner, I’m starved.”

“First of all, the ark is kind of limited enough, second of all, you aren’t starving, you eat every moment you can, and third of all, I need to work or they’ll remove me from this station so please go read a book or something.” I shoved him to the door and walked back to my table, but I turned towards him immediately when I heard medicine bottles clatter across the floor.

“Shit, sorry, Y/N.” Michael bent down to help me but I shooed him out completely.

“It’s fine, I’ll take care of it, just go.”

I placed them all back onto the counter and returned to my previous job. “He’s way too clumsy.”

-

“I swear I didn’t take them!” I pleaded in front of Abby Griffin, a doctor and a council member, as she had me pulled aside. “I don’t know where they went, I promise I didn’t do this, Dr.Griffin.”

“Someone took the medicine, Y/n, and you were the only one in the facility at the time that the medication went missing." Her accusation made me panic, as I can possibly be charged with theft and locked up until I turn eighteen, but I knew I didn't take the meds.

"Abby. . ." I tried to beg as my heart raced with fear.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. There's nothing I can do." I knew there'd be no point in running, where the hell would I run? We're in literal space. "This is all that can be done. I wanted to talk to you to see if anyone else might be responsible, but if you can't give me any names, I can't help you."

Michael. He's the only person who visited me that day. Why the hell would he take medication, especially when he was smart enough to know that I'd be locked up for this. Give Abby a name? I can't do that. Even if he would cost me my life, I can't throw him under the bus, he's my brother.

"I-"

"Y/F/N Y/L/N, you are being arrested for stealing rationed medication and hiding it in your chamber." I stared at Abby as they gripped my wrists and clasped cuffs around them behind my back. She looked pitiful, but I turned my head to stare at the ground as tears gathered in my eyes. 

Halfway to the C wing, I heard my name being called.

"Y/N/N, what the hell is going on?" I didn't say anything, but he repeated it again, making me flinch at the volume in my left ear. "Wait a second, fuck, the medicine. Shit, don't arrest her, that was me, I did it!"

"Michael, shut your damn mouth," I growled as I sent him a glare, he was taken back by my response but continued to say he did it. 

“I did it, arrest me, don’t punish her for something she didn’t do.” One of the guards seemed almost swayed by my brother’s statement and was about to un-cuff me.

“No, I did it, I took the medicine, he’s just being an idiot.” Both guards seemed confused and unsure of what to do.

“Let’s just arrest both of them.” Fucking idiot, now look at what you did, Michael.

“What? No, let her go.”

“Michael, you’re the biggest idiot on this stupid ship, I’ll kill you before they do.”

-

Whose fault is it that I’m currently sitting in a cell?

 Is it my brother’s for that the fact he stole the medication in the first place? 

Or is it my fault for taking the blame and being an idiot? 

The answer is all of the above, and yet here I am on death row pretty much for a crime I didn’t commit. But I suppose I’d feel worse if I were out there with the others, living a good life while he rots away in here. They ended up locking both of us up because we both confessed to the crime and it was found in our own sleeping quarters. 

The only thing I’m worried about now is having to face mom and dad. . .

-

“What the hell were you thinking?” I flinched at my father’s tone and looked down at my cuffed wrists. “I’d expect this from your brother, but never from you.”

“Dear,” My mother calmed his anger, “Think about it. . .”

They both looked at me trying to figure out why both of their children are in cells. I suppose it clicked in my father’s head as to why I’m here because there was an expression of realization on his face.

“Do not tell me you’re in here after covering for him, Y/n.” I continued to look at my lap as a way to avoid his stern eyes, I knew he was more upset with me than he was with Michael. “Tell them it wasn’t you, tell them you were scared and accidentally confessed, tell them you aren’t at fault!”

I stayed silent because I knew if I said anything, it can and will be used against me at my review at 18. If I plead guilty, I have more of a chance to be released, it’d be worse if they found out I was covering for my brother. I’d be viewed as a liar and they’d never believe me after that. I sent a grateful glance to my mother when she quieted him down once again.

“Time’s up.” One of the guards informed my parents and waited for them to stand up so he could escort them out of the recent viewing facility.

“Bye mom, bye dad.” I turned away as my own guard guided me back to my cell. It wasn’t until the lock made confirmation that my tears began to fall. 

Everything is going to be okay.

Everything has to be okay.

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