Hello everyone, here I am releasing the first chapter of my newest story for "The 100," unable to believe that this is my third story, woah. Not much to say here except that I won't be able to focus on this one much until I finish a some more of my other two fanfic stories, but I want to at least get a little bit of my Bellarke obsession out of my system, so here you go!
Title: Serving A Purpose (tentative, I'm not really sure I like the title yet..)
Series: The 100
Rating: T (for violence & language)
Pairing: Bellarke
Summary: "Leather straps held her down against a cold metal table, constricting around her neck, chest, wrists, and legs. The more she struggled, the tighter they felt, and she felt the onslaught of panic and adrenaline, already working their way through her system. You could only struggle against your constraints for so long before you realized you were completely helpless." Rated T (language & violence, maybe a lil lemon slice later). Pairing: BELLARKE.
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 or anything affiliated with it. I am just a severely bored fan with too much time on my hands. Here you go.
Please review! I always love your feedback and your predictions about whats going to happen next, but I'll shut up now! Enjoy the prologue of "Serving A Purpose"
Clarke Griffin did not like being restrained.
Did. Not. Like.
Leather straps held her down against a cold metal table, constricting around her neck, chest, wrists, and legs. The more she struggled, the tighter they felt, and she felt the onslaught of panic and adrenaline, already working their way through her system. You could only struggle against your constraints for so long before you realized you were completely helpless. The room began to seem like it was closing in on her, and she could feel the pace of her heartbeat quicken, bursting in her chest like a frightened bird trying to escape a cage.
Think Clarke, think.
But she could think of nothing, and that frightened her even more.
She'd gotten caught "exploring" the underground facilities of Mount Weather, searching for something that would affirm her gut-clenching instinct that something wasn't right there. And then she found her answer: the room where dozens of grounders were being drained of blood. When she turned to run out of the room, to tell her friends, to get out of there before she released the contents of her stomach, she'd run into two Mount Weather guards, there for a security sweep about the floor.
That hadn't gone over well.
So they knocked her out, and when she woke, she had a suspicion that her fate would be quite similar to that of the captured grounders. She would soon realize that she might much rather that fate than the one she was chosen for.
"Clarke Griffin," Cage Wallace drawled as he sauntered into the room, with Dr. Tsing ever-present at his shoulder. "You've become a major thorn in my side."
"What the hell are you doing to them?" she spit out between gritted teeth, seething with pure anger. Anyone capable of human emotion would feel compassion for what the Mountain Men were doing to the grounders, even their enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Clarke remembered Finn saying, what felt like eons ago. Perhaps if she ever escaped, she could free the grounders as well as her people, and they could unite against their common enemy. Maybe, this is what they needed.
"The grounders, as your people call them, are serving a purpose," he walked up to a small table next to her and gestured to Dr. Tsing to begin while he pulled on a pair of sterile gloves. The doctor grabbed a small bottle and filled a syringe with an opaque liquid, smiling down at Clarke with a disturbingly misplaced sense of bedside manner. When she finished, she handed it to Cage, who turned to Clarke with a menacing gleam in his eyes.
"You, however, are proving to be more difficult than you're worth. But maybe we can change that."
He flicked the needle, and she could feel her heart in her throat. Whatever they were going to do to her wasn't going to be pretty. She just hoped this would buy her friends some more time before they bled them out too.
"You'll be my best weapon yet," he whispered in her ear before stabbing her in the neck with the syringe.
A/N: Woo! Alright, hope you enjoyed! There's more to come, so look forward to that! Drop me a review if you liked it, still kinda iffy about whether I really wanna delve into this one right now.
