A/N: Hi Everyone. This is my first posted story. I would ask for you to break it in slowly, but I know that with this story that won't be likely. As a warning, the story will have violence, adult language, and adult themes. Later chapters will feature lemony goodness sprinkled throughout the chapters.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the rights to the 100 or the characters. I also do not own any lyrics that are posted. Additionally, this story does have spoilers from season 2.
Summary: Bellamy, Clarke, and Octavia are on their way to the grounder village to rescue Finn and Murphy. Bellamy tried to warn Clarke, but could it be too late? Set during and after episode S2E5. Violence, adult language, and adult themes.
Mumford and Sons- I Gave You All
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms
The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won
Resolutions- Chapter 1- Unknown
Octavia led the two leaders through the forest. The urgency of finding Finn and Murphy before it was too late was pressing down on the group. They continued to stomp through the wet dirt. The sloshing of their feet in the mud and breathless pants were the only noises that could be heard from the survivors.
Bellamy could feel the tension in the air. He gazed left and right before settling on the path they were taking.
As they exited into a small clearing, Octavia stopped suddenly. Clarke and Bellamy's eyes widened as they took in the large statue of the man sitting down. Bellamy turned to Octavia.
"This is it. Which way to the village, O?" Bellamy questioned impatiently. He watched her freeze. The blood slowly drained from her face. Her face contorted in pain. "Octavia, what's wrong?"
"The reapers came from there." Her voice broke off, "I couldn't save him Bel. I couldn't save him."
Bellamy watched as Octavia broke down, her body crumpling before him. She was trying to contain her pain over Lincoln going missing, but it finally had caught up to her. Bellamy stepped forward to his little sister. He grasped her neck and pulled her to him.
"It's okay." He murmured. "It will be okay." Octavia sobbed quietly against Bellamy. Her sadness had been building up throughout the trip from the Ark. Seeing Lincoln's village, finally released the waves of pain that she felt over his disappearance.
"I know it is hard, but we will find out what happened to him, Octavia." Bellamy looked over Octavia's shoulder. Clarke stood helplessly. Clarke opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the pops of gunfire that silenced the creatures in the forest. An eerie silence filled the air. Octavia, Clarke, and Bellamy crouched low to the ground, then froze in place as they listened for an impending attack.
Bellamy watched Clarke carefully as she angled her body towards the noise. Another set of shots rang through the air. A gasp of air left her mouth as the realization that Finn and Murphy might be imminent danger.
Without another thought, Clarke darted away.
"Clarke! Wait!" Bellamy yelled. He pushed his legs to move, racing towards Clarke. His long legs quickly caught up to the short blonde girl before passing her.
The sound of the bullets grew louder as he ran into an opening of the forest. As he cleared the forest's edge, a storm of misery assaulted his ears. Screams and cries echoed through the open field that led towards the center of the village. Bellamy's head whipped left and right as he searched for the source of the pain.
The smell of gunpowder and smoke rose into the air causing a hazy shadow over the village. Bellamy squinted his eyes to see through the smoke. In the middle of the village, Finn and Murphy stood over bodies. Grounder bodies.
His eyes widened at the sight of a small animal pen filled with scared people. They wailed over the loss of their family and neighbors. Women, children, and elderly grounders cowered with only a handful of younger men standing over them. They tried to use their bodies to shield the weaker Grounders.
Octavia leapt into action while he stood momentarily stunned by the unexpected death and violence. She ran over and crouched next to one of the slain villagers. Her fingers drifting delicately over his arm.
Near him, Clarke finally made a move to enter the village. She seemed to be caught in a foggy dream as her head slowly darted back and forth, taking in the deceased Grounders.
Bellamy followed Clarke in heavy silence. He was horror-stricken. These people were clearly not warriors. Their bodies were too old; too young. Wrinkled skin and youthful faces stared up at him.
He swallowed the bile that threatened to come up as he took in the glazed, brown eyes of a child no older than ten. A trickle of blood dribbled down her slack mouth.
Clarke and Bellamy wandered into the center of the village. They were mere feet from a stunned Finn.
"Clarke?" Finn whispered as he caught sight of the blonde women. A surge of happiness raced through his veins as he realized that she was okay. Clarke was alive and safe.
"I found you." He took a step towards her. She cringed back slightly from Finn.
Bellamy could feel himself panicking at the sight of Finn moving towards Clarke. There was something not right with him.
When he spoke to Clarke the night before, he meant what he said. Finn was changing. He was quickly morphing into someone unrecognizable.
When Bellamy first met the boy sent to earth for an unsanctioned spacewalk, he was a mild irritant to Bellamy. Finn and Clarke tried to create a civilized world based on the Ark's government. Bellamy knew that this was an optimistic, but unlikely concept. The rules on Earth were different. If the 100 were to survive, then they needed to defend themselves.
At this moment, Bellamy wanted to have that peacekeeper back. Even as Bellamy watched Finn, he could see there was something unhinged about the boy. Finn's eyes gleamed a little too brightly. There was no remorse over the massacre he had committed.
Bellamy grabbed Clarke's arm and attempted to pull her back. Clarke pulled away from his grip.
"What did you do, Finn?" Clarke's voice softly cried. Finn ignored her question.
"Clarke, I was so scared that you were dead? What happened?" He took another step towards her. The gun in his hand waved dangerously.
"Finn, you need to stop. Put the gun down." Bellamy's voice was strong but quiet. Soothingly, he held his hands up in a sign of peace and took a step in front of Clarke. His body shielding her from the potential danger. Finn looked down at the hand holding the gun. A look of surprise overtook his features as if he couldn't even recognize the weapon.
He looked up with a confused look on his face. His face turned ashen as he looked from the gun to the bodies around him. A pleading look took over his face, "I had to, Clarke. I had to do this to save you." He took another step towards Bellamy and Clarke.
Clarke trembled in anger and despair. "Look at these people, Finn! You didn't have to kill them. I wasn't even here. They never hurt me. These grounders are innocent, but you condemned them to die," Clarke shouted.
"You don't understand, Clarke." A menacing snarl lit up Finn's face. Bellamy felt anxiety rise up in him again as he realized that Clarke was adding more fuel to the fire.
Leaning forward, Bellamy whispered quietly in Clarke's ear, "Clarke, stop. You are not helping him. We need to get him away from that gun and this village."
Clarke's eyes darted back and forth between Finn, the villagers, and Bellamy. Bellamy was right. They needed to get as far away from these people as possible.
"I need you to understand that I did this for you." Finn pleaded. His words were a slap in Clarke's face. Guilt clamped around her heart and stomach as she realized that her disappearance caused the senseless murder of these people. She wanted to throw up as that thought overwhelmed her, but she knew that she needed to pull herself together.
"I understand." Clarke lied, "I am just glad that you are safe." She threw in a small smile even though it was destroying her. Finn's face split into a smile. He rushed forward and pulled Clarke into his arms.
The gun lay forgotten in the mud. Bellamy quickly moved forward and grabbed the gun. He turned around and could see the confusion, anger, and exhaustion on his co-leaders face. Her arms lay still at her side. Her light, blue eyes were wide and glowing with emotion.
Bellamy clenched his fists at the sight of Finn so close to Clarke. Finn was dangerous, but what could they do?
Clarke stepped out of Finn's hug. Looking up at his face, she said, "We need to go back to the Ark. We can regroup there." She stepped away and took another look around the camp. She knew that she would never forget this image.
She turned her head towards the villagers. She wanted to say something. The healer in her was begging to fix their pain, but the words in head wouldn't escape her mouth. Instead, she turned and fled from the village like a coward. Her guilt was hammering against her head. Finn clumsily followed. The grounders watched warily from the ground as the murderer left the village.
Bellamy looked at Octavia where she was still crouched near a fallen boy.
"O, we need to leave." Bellamy said. Octavia looked up startled.
"I am not leaving them," She stated in a heated voice. Bellamy flinched back from the animosity in her tone.
"Octavia, we have to go now." Bellamy demanded.
"He saved my life, Bel." She looked down at the boy on the ground. Her hand brushed the dirt away from his cheek. "I'm going to stay and help them."
Bellamy scoffed. "I will not leave you here. They will kill you. Stand up now before I carry you out of this village."
The grounder next to Octavia looked up at Bellamy. "My people will not kill her." He said.
Bellamy glared at the man who spoke. This grounder was a large man with knotted hair. Tattoos swirled around his face. Soft, gray eyes stared cautiously at Bellamy.
"Why should I believe you?" Bellamy said.
"My name is Nyko. I am the healer of this village. Octavia of the sky people saved my life. She saved my leader's life. We are not enemies. Despite what happened here today, we do not seek war." His eyes were solemn as they stared into Bellamy's brown eyes.
"Octavia, please don't do this." He pleaded. He couldn't protect her here.
"Bel, I have no choice. They-"
"You do have a choice!" Bellamy interrupted.
"Not one that I can take. I need to help fix Finn's mistake." Her voice was soft, but strong. He could see the stubborn resolve in her eyes.
Bellamy was at a loss. His hatred for the grounders grew immensely as the realization came that he would have to leave her in this godforsaken place. The urge to throw her over his shoulder swelled up in him again, but the thought disappeared as he continued to gaze down at her determined face.
"Please, Bel." Octavia whispered. He looked at her once more before he turned back to the grounder.
"Grounder, you better keep your promise or I will kill you myself." He glared down at the healer.
"If she dies, then I will accept my death." Nyko stated simply. Octavia jumped up from the ground and hugged Bellamy. Bellamy wrapped his arms around his sister. His heart felt like it was jumping in his throat. He cleared his throat before he whispered, "Until we meet again."
Octavia pulled back and breathed back, "Until we meet again."
Her lips lifted into a half-smile before she backed away.
"You and Murphy should catch up with Clarke and Finn." She said. Bellamy looked over at his shoulder to see that Murphy had not left with Clarke, but was instead standing guard near him.
Bellamy gave one last look before he turned and escaped the village. Murphy trailed slowly behind him.
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