Well guys it's time that i finally begin the first story of my newest obsession; The 100. I am absolutely in love with this series, Bellamy happening to be my favorite character and, after watching season 3, this idea just would not leave me alone. This story takes place towards the end of season 3 when Clarke is in the throne room in Polis being interrogated by Abby before she shuts down the City of Light. It starts off right before she says "start with Bellamy Blake." I hope you guys love it. Without further ado, chapter one...
"What's the pass phrase, Clarke?" I watch as my mom twirls the scalpel in her fingers, the silver tool throwing off a bright glow when the light hits it, her eyes staring lifelessly at me. I search her face, trying to find any trace of the woman who swore to always protect me; I'm met with only a hollow gaze. A single tear slips down my cheek as I shake my head, I can't take the chip. Her eyes harden and she slowly presses the blade against my skin, the sharp tip embedding itself into my upper torso. Pain ignites in my chest as the blade slices through my flesh, digging deeply into the exposed skin. I let out a scream and tears stream down my face, dripping down my chin to mingle with the blood that has gathered around my newest wound. My mother pulls the blade from my body, wiping the area with a cloth before meeting my heartbroken gaze.
"Mom this isn't you! Please..." My pleas land on deaf ears as Abby tilts her head to the side, once again uttering the question she so desperately needs me to answer.
"Clarke, what's the pass phrase?" A quiet sob escapes me as I once again shake my head, refusing to give in to her demands. The woman in front of me sighs, glancing down at the scalpel before plunging the blood covered tip into the skin just below my collar bone. The leather around my neck digs in painfully as I pull against it in agony, my hands scraping against the wooden post that I'm tied to as I writhe under the knife. I suck in a breath as the blade is ripped out of my body, the musty air of the throne room clinging to my lungs. Beads of sweat drip down my forehead as I fight against my restraints in an attempt to free myself, but I stop short when my mom turns her head away from me towards the empty space behind her.
"I told you, her friends are her weakness. If we get to them, she'll break." I stare at her for a moment, panting from the agony I'm experiencing, and try to figure out who she's talking to. It only takes me a moment to realize what's going on; she's talking to ALIE. I open my mouth to speak but I'm cut off before I can get the words out.
"Start with Bellamy Blake." My breath catches in my throat as she utters the command, her words cut through me like a knife.
"Mom, no!" I pull against the ropes around my arms until my wrists bleed, I can feel the warm blood dripping down onto my hands as I struggle. I'm helpless as Jaha exits the room with two Grounder guards in tow, no doubt heading towards where Bellamy and the others are being kept. I watch as Abby walks back over to the table and sets down the bloody scalpel before scanning the other tools with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Mom, please don't do this." My words come out as a whisper and for a moment I think that she's just going to ignore me, but then she sighs.
"Clarke, just tell me the pass phrase and this will all be over. No harm will come to that boy if you just answer my question." A tear slips down my cheek as I shake my head.
"You know I can't do that." A disappointed sigh escapes her as she turns to face me, a remorseless look in her once kind eyes.
"Then Bellamy Blake is going to die." As if on cue, Jaha returns with the guards dragging Bellamy behind them. My friend has his hands tied behind his back and a gag secured firmly around his mouth, a purple bruise already forming on his cheek from his recent capture. When his eyes land on me he begins to struggle fiercely against the Grounders, his gaze automatically shifting to the two fresh wounds in my chest. One of the guards raises his staff and strikes my friend across the face, causing him to stumble and nearly fall. Jaha comes to stand next to my mom as the two Grounders drag Bellamy to the center of the room and force him to his knees a mere five feet in front of me, eyeing me warily as they do so. The boy shifts uncomfortably and glances up at me, a clear question in his eyes. A single tear slips down my cheek as I look over at my mom, who is staring at me expectantly.
"Mom, please. You don't have to do this." I can feel my friend's gaze on me as Jaha nods at my mother, urging her to continue.
"All I need is the pass phrase, tell me and Mr. Blake will be fine." Bellamy inhales sharply at her comment, finally coming to the realization of what's going on, and immediately starts shaking his head at me. He won't let me tell them the pass phrase, he knows what will happen if I do. He also knows what will happen if I don't, and that it could very well cost him his life.
"I'm sorry." Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment, a silent conversation passing between us. All the hope, pain, and fear in that one look is enough to break my heart. There's hope that we're making the right decision, pain in the knowledge that there's no stopping this, and fear for what is coming. After a nod from Abby, Jaha motions at the two Grounders standing at the back of the room and they rush forward, grabbing Bellamy by the shoulders and forcing him to remain on his knees. My friend flinches when one of the guards pulls out a knife, the blade shining wickedly in the sunlight. I immediately start to struggle against my bonds, yelling meaningless apologies that I hope will somehow ease some of the pain that he is about to feel. I'm caught off guard when my mother suddenly appears in front of me with a menacing glare on her face. Without warning she strikes me across the face with her palm, the sudden aggressiveness silencing me momentarily. The second her hand makes contact with my skin, Bellamy starts fighting against his captors, his eyes full of rage. Before I can do anything to stop them, one of the Grounders slashes the knife across his thigh, causing him to yell in pain.
"No!" I jerk against the leather binding my hands but it's no use, it won't budge. Bellamy's cry is muffled by the gag and I can't make out the words he's saying because of the material blocking his mouth, I'm not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse. His breathing quickens as blood drips from the fresh wound, but his struggles lessen slightly. My mom glances between the boy on the floor and I, her gaze darkening.
"Remove the gag, I want her to hear him scream." The Grounders immediately obey her orders and roughly pull the cloth off of Bellamy's mouth, the action causes him to cough slightly. He glances up at me, every trace of pain hidden behind a steely mask. Abby grabs my chin and forces me to face her, motioning towards the boy.
"I'm going to ask you one more time, Clarke. What is the pass phrase?" My eyes wander over to my friend.
"Bellamy, I..." He shakes his head at me.
"It's ok Clarke, I'll be ok." I know he's trying to be strong, to hide the fact that he's terrified of what's about to happen, but I know him too well for that. I can tell he's scared, but there's nothing I can do. I can't let ALIE get the pass code. Bellamy takes a deep breath and sits up straighter, erasing any semblance of fear. My mother sighs, slowly backing away from me.
"Just remember, Clarke, you could've prevented this." She nods at the Grounders and the one on the left raises his staff and brings it down across Bellamy's shoulders, a resounding crack echoes through the room as it makes contact. A gasp escapes my friend but nothing more, he glances up at me and I know he's trying to be strong. He doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of a scream, he won't give them even a small victory. A kick to the stomach has him doubling over involuntarily, right into the closed fist that was barreling towards the face. The blow whips Bellamy's head back and he falls onto his back, his skull connecting loudly with the floor. Before he has a chance to recover, a booted foot connects with his side and a pained grunt flies from his lips. A tears slips from my eye as I watch him clench his jaw, willing himself to keep quiet. One of the Grounders grabs the boy by the hair and pulls Bellamy back up onto his knees, holding him in that position while he sways unsteadily for a moment.
The second he seems to regain his balance, the other Grounder slams his fist into my friend's nose, causing blood to drip down his face in a steady stream. He immediately repeats the action, punching him another six times before throwing him face first onto the floor. Bellamy groans and spits blood on the floor, his eyes closing for a moment before opening them with a renewed strength beaming inside his gaze. Without warning he lashes out at the closest Grounder, effectively sweeping him off his feet before he has the chance to react. Unfortunately, due to his restraints, he isn't able to defend himself when the second Grounder retaliates and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. The Grounder wraps his hands around Bellamy's throat and squeezes, immediately cutting off his air supply. I watch as my friend struggles to breathe, desperately clawing at the strong fingers that are currently stealing the life from him. He gasps for air as the Grounder tightens his hold, his face beginning to turn red from lack of oxygen, and it takes everything in me not to scream the pass phrase for all to hear. Just as Bellamy starts to reach the verge of passing out, my mom steps up.
"Enough!" She motions towards my friend. "Release him." I watch in a mixture of relief and sorrow as the Grounder lets go of him, causing him to collapse onto the hard floor. The boy sucks in lungfuls of air and coughs violently, glancing nervously at Abby. My mom steps between him and I, gesturing at his injuries. "You can stop this, Clarke. Just tell me what I want to know and it'll all be over." Before I can respond, Bellamy speaks up.
"Clarke, don't. You know what'll happen if ALIE gets version two of her programming, it's not worth it." He pants heavily between his words and I know that the beating has taken an immense toll on his body, even if he tries his best to hide it. "I'll be ok, you need to..."
He's cut off when one of the Grounders kicks him in the stomach, causing him to fall onto his side and wheeze painfully. I pull against my bonds and a strangled cry escapes me, my heart breaking at the sight of him lying there. Suddenly my view of him is obstructed when my mom steps in between the two of us, a forlorn expression on her face.
"Can't you see the needless pain this is causing? You can end his suffering, Clarke!" She moves to the side slightly, once again offering a view of the man in front of me. Bellamy rolls onto his side, his blood dripping onto the tile below him. My lip quivers as he shakes his head at me, ordering me not to give in. Ordering me to let his torture continue. I close my eyes and suck in a shaking breath before meeting my mom's expectant gaze.
"I can't." I glance at my friend, silently apologizing for what I've done. "I can't tell you the pass phrase." Abby's hands clench into fists, her anger radiating through the room in waves.
"Fine, have it your way." She pulls a knife out from the bag on the table, the six inch blade showing Bellamy's bloody reflection in the smooth metal. My mother kneels down in front of my companion, a disappointed look on her face. "I'm sorry that I have to do this Bellamy, you're a good person, but there's simply no other way." She quickly drags the tip of the knife across the underside of Bellamy's bicep, one of the most sensitive parts of the body; my mothers medical knowledge brings a dangerous skill set to the situation. It starts off as a shallow line but it quickly turns to a deep gouge as she applies more pressure the farther down his arm she goes. I can see my friend shaking at the immense pain, his jaw locked tight and he silently chokes on his desperate sobs. Abby glances over at me to see my reaction but immediately begins to move to his other arm when I clench my jaw in defiance. Just as the blade touches Bellamy's skin, the door to the throne room opens and Marcus comes walking in. He takes in the situation and shakes his head.
"What's going on here?" For a fleeting moment I think that Kane is here to rescue us, until I see him come stand next to my mother like an obedient dog.
"We need Clarke to tell us the pass phrase, this seems to be the only way to do it." Kane nods slowly before holding out his hand, his eyes hard as stone.
"Let me do it." I watch in horror as Marcus takes the knife from Abby before slowly moving towards Bellamy. My friend immediately tries to back away from him but the two guards grab him by the shoulders and hold him still while the older man stalks forward. My heart races in fear as Kane kneels down in front of Bellamy, his hand grabbing onto the collar of the boy's shirt, and glances back at me.
"Last chance Clarke." When he doesn't get a response, Marcus drags the blade down the front of my friend's shirt, tearing the fabric down the middle. He's quick to do the same to the jacket before ripping the material off of his body and tossing it aside, leaving Bellamy's entire upper body exposed. I can see beads of sweat dripping down his chest and across his ribs, where deep bruises are already starting to form from his earlier beating. Blood flows from the injuries on his face and upper body to mingle with the sweat and grime that now coats his skin and I fight the urge to turn away.
Before I get the chance to, Kane takes the knife and drags it across the flesh just below Bellamy's collar bone, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The boy's face contorts in pain as he fights not to cry out and I watch as anger slowly starts to creep into Marcus' features.
"So, you think if you can keep from screaming that you'll keep Clarke from breaking, that you'll ease her pain?" A wicked grin covers his face and I almost gag. "We'll see about that." Without warning he jams the blade into my friend's thigh, jerking the knife out and smiling at the pain he sees. Bellamy starts to cry out but cuts himself short, panting heavily to keep his composure. Kane stares at him for a moment, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"You're stronger than I thought." Suddenly he takes his thumb and digs it into the wound, twisting the finger into the bloody flesh.
"Gah!" Bellamy can't contain the blood curdling scream that leaves his mouth as the older man presses deeper into the skin, a smile of satisfaction now adorning his bearded face. The boy nearly chokes back a sob as he writhes in agony under his vice like grip, his previously fearless demeanor fading with another excruciated scream.
"Bellamy!" I yell his name as Kane finally removes his hand from the wound, causing my friend to sag against the Grounders grip. "Please stop! Stop hurting him!" The man turns away from his task and glances at me, triumph clear in his gaze.
"Tell us the pass phrase and I'll stop, I won't touch him again." I close my eyes, fighting back the tears that are once again threatening to fall.
"Clarke, don't." Bellamy's breathless gasp fills my ears and I know I can't save him from this. Unfortunately Kane comes to the same realization and in an instant has the blade pressed against the skin of the boy's torso, slashing the delicate flesh in a deep thrust. A scream echoes through the room as he repeats the action again and again until there are five gashes criss crossed along his chest. Marcus turns to me, fury in his eyes.
"Is this what you want?! Do you want me to keep cutting him open?! Because that's exactly what I'll do if you don't tell me that pass phrase!" Tears stream down my face as I clench my jaw, knowing that I can't stop him. I've given up, all I can do is sit here and watch my friend being tortured. Kane notices my mood change and pauses, letting the bloodied knife fall to his side. Suddenly his face turns to steel and my heart stops.
"I don't have time for this." I watch in horror as he pulls a pistol out of his waistband and aims it at Bellamy's head. "Tell me the pass phrase or I'll put a bullet through Bellamy Blake's brain."
Well thats it for chapter one, i hope you enjoyed it. i will try to have chapter two up sometime tomorrow or the day after.