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Yet again, Bellamy trapped his upper lip between his teeth to prevent from showing his true emotions. For some reason, Bellamy felt some sort of gnawing feeling that this girl knew exactly what he was saying. Tone of voice always has been the same throughout the entire world. For the common man or woman, its rather easy to deduct tone of voice even in a language you do not understand. For that reason, Bellamy tried to analyze her tone and it sounded almost taunting and arrogant like she had the upper hand. Thats why he believed she knew what he said. Before going any further, he ushered out the other delinquents that were remaining. Two of them would stand guard at the ladder, ready to help if Bellamy required assistance. Turning his attention to the captive, he tilted his head curiously at her before deciding to amuse himself. He truthfully had no idea what kind of material covered her upper torso or what kind of version of a shirt this was but he took her knife and sliced right through the material, barely nicking the skin of her abdomen with the tip to send off a warning shot, more or less. However, Bellamy was not finished. He sliced through the shirt again until whatever material was covering herself would fall off the chair and onto the floor, leaving the girl topless in front of him with no way to cover herself though Bellamy wondered if modesty was a big deal in her world. Where Bellamy is from, the last thing a woman captive wants is to be exposed in front of the bad guy. I guess Ill just have to kill her anyways. I wonder what the slowest, most painful way to kill her might be. Bellamy mused to himself but this was intentional. As he walked to a workbench and rummaged through a handful of tools, Bellamy ensured she could hear what he said though pretend he was talking to himself. If she reacted in a negative way, then he figured she could understand him. --------- According to the map, this river should not even be placed here. Nothing on the map marked it as such though it was a longshot to assume it was one hundred percent accurate. Its not like anyone had been down to the ground to keep any updates. They learned in school how the planet changes sometimes due to weather and natural forces like storms and other things. With that thought in mind, Ryan narrowed his eyes while searching for a path across. It seemed almost hopeless until Ryan looked towards the sky and found some dangling group of vines from a tree. A grin spread across his face while reaching up to tug onto the roots. It seemed stable enough and firm enough to hold his body while he tested, performing a version of a pull-up with the vines. I think we found our answer. We can swing across. Ill go first. It was unknown if this would work and it was unknown what waited on the other side. Because of this void, Ryan decided he would go first. If something went wrong, hopefully Clarke could escape in time without being harmed. That was his thought process as he stood, ready to take flight. Before taking the plunge, Ryan noticed something gliding through the air. Was it a bird? No, he never knew a bird to look so small and long. As it flew nearer, he noticed the item. A spear with a metal tip, going right for Clarke. His heart began beating rapidly, almost out of his chest. His breath hitched within his throat before taking off into a dead sprint, charge for Clarke and tackling her to the ground after shouting her name. They both landed onto the rocks with a loud thud. The spear did not hit its intended target. Instead, the Spear pierced through Ryans shoulder, almost going all the way through and he was already losing so much blood. His eyes were struggling to remain open while a loud ringing sounded in his ears. He felt unable to move and unable to think at the moment, his entire world threatening to go dark.