Clarke felt suddenly disoriented, as if trying to discern between a memory and a dream. “There are more pieces scattered around. Maybe they’ll be something that’ll—” She cut herself off with a cry as a jolt of pain shot through her right arm. #101 | | |
“Clarke? Are you okay?” #102 | | |
Bellamy’s arm was around her, but she couldn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on something on the ground. #103 | | |
Something long, dark, thin, and wriggling. #104 | | |
She tried to point the creature out to Bellamy, but found that she couldn’t move. “Clarke! What’s wrong?” he shouted. #105 | | |
Clarke opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her chest was beginning to tighten. Her arm was on fire. #106 | | |
“Oh, shit,” she heard Bellamy say. She couldn’t see him anymore. The world around her had begun to spin. Stars and sky and trees and leaves swirled in the darkness. The searing heat that had been shooting up her arm faded away. Everything was fading. She fell back against Bellamy, then felt herself being lifted into the air. She was weightless, just like she’d been in the lake. Just like her parents were now. #107 | | |
“Clarke, stay with me,” Bellamy called to her from somewhere very far away. The darkness was rushing around her, wrapping her legs and arms in stars. #108 | | |
And then there was only silence. #109 | | |
