Hi guys! This is my second fanfic for The 100. I've never been a big fan of Clark and Bellamy so this is another OC/ Bellamy. It takes place after season 2 and Clark has still not returned to Camp Jaha (Arkadia). I hope you like it and please please please let me know what you think! review and follow!
Chapter One
The cold wind whipped against her cheeks leaving the skin red and raw. Her old worn out shoes allowed the snow to seep through and caused her toes to loose feeling only minutes after making her escape. She had no idea where her feet were taking her, but she trusted them and made no effort to correct their path. The shouts that echoed from the forest behind her, told her that they had discovered her absence and had taken up the chase. She had a good head start, but the pain in her upper thigh and her ribs slowed her progress.
Each step sent a new wave of pain through her body. She did her best to block it out as she made her way over fallen trees and rocks. She felt the falling white flake land on her shoulders and absorb into her skin, chilling her to the bone. Her captures had stripped her of her winter clothing hoping it would stop her from running. Only a fool would make an escape in the heart of winter wearing nothing more than and her underwear.
They hadn't counted on her being the biggest fool of all.
She had never been this deep into Trikru territory before and so she had no knowledge of where the boundaries lay. If she could manage to cross onto Skaikru land she was sure the Trikru worriers would not follow. They wouldn't risk their present peace with the Sky People.
At least she hoped so. They might consider her valuable enough to cross the boundary. Even if the Tree People didn't come after her, the Sky People may. Although she didn't know of any military alliances between the two groups, it was more than likely that Skaikru would turn her back over to her captures in an effort to maintain whatever peace agreement had been struck between them. There was little hope that she could convince them otherwise without disclosing too much information. If they learned who she was their best move would be to use her as a bargaining chip.
She would not be a prisoner. She would not allow herself to be beaten and defiled any longer. She'd suffered for months in the Trikru camp. It would not happen again. She made up her mind at that moment that if she were caught, by Trikru or Skaikru, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of tying her up and dragging her back to her cage. The first chance she got, she would swipe a weapon from one of their soldiers, and she would drive it through her own heart.
The thought made her shiver, or maybe it was from the piercing cold. She had always viewed suicide as an act of cowardice. Only those who were not strong enough slit their own throats. But now she understood. Death was better than a life full of pain and misery with no end in sight.
On a whim, she decided to change directions and turned her feet on a Northern angle. She'd been plowing a straight path through the woods for at least half an hour. Time to change it up. She couldn't say for sure if it was stupid move because she had no idea where she was, so changing paths couldn't do any harm.
She cursed herself when she arrived at the edge of a lake only minutes later. Snow had been falling for weeks and there was no doubt in her mind that the water was frozen thick enough to support her weight. The thought of dashing across the open lake left a knot in the pit of her stomach. Without the cover of the trees, she'd be easily spotted. But something in her gut told her to push forward, and she listened.
She propelled herself onto the ice, ignoring the sharp pains that were now radiating throughout her body. Her skin was now burning from the deadly exposure to the extremely low temperature and her joints felt as though they were beginning to freeze in place. The droplets of sweat that appeared on her forehead from her effort froze instantly, causing her body temperature to drop even further. She couldn't last much longer. She sent up a silent prayer that God would either help her or make her death quick.
Suddenly, her right foot broke through a thin sheet of ice and plunged thigh deep into the water. Her other knee and her hands dropped the ice. She looked down at her submerged leg and realized that she had stepped in a fishing hole. Her eyes darted around frantically searching for signs of life. Surely the person who had dug the hole was not far because the ice had barely frozen back over. She saw nothing, but noticed multiple sets of footprints leading to the shore line ahead of her.
With a deep breath, bracing herself for the cold pain she was about to feel in her leg, she pulled it up from the water. Thousands of invisible daggers stabbed at the bare skin as her wet leg was introduced to the icy air. She knew her next move was one of great stupidity and danger, but she also recognized it as an opportunity to lose the Tree People who were so close to catching her. Her feet hit the ice again in a sprint, only this time, she kept her steps in line with those left behind from the fishermen. She glanced back and was pleased to see that her movements made no new tracks in the snow. The Tree People would not be able to distinguish between her prints and the fishing party's.
She knew that once she reached the woods she would have to leave the others' footprints and continue on her own path. Otherwise, it would lead her straight to into their custody. As she approached the tree line she began to look from left to right, trying to decide what direction to move in. There were mountains off in the distance to her right and for a moment, the sight was so beautiful that it made her heart skip a beat. She stared at the mountain peaks in awe as she continued forward. Unfortunately, that was enough of a distraction for her to collide with a tree.
She nearly fell to the ground from the sudden impact, but quickly regained her footing. When she straightened her back and looked up her breath was caught in her throat. The tree wasn't a tree, but a young man. His dark skin was hidden under multiple layers of heavy clothing and she had the sudden urge to rip them from his body and curl up underneath their warmth.
His eyes were wide in surprise when he looked up at her. She'd never considered herself tall, but she stood at least two inches higher than this boy. For a few seconds they simply stared at each other. She could only imagine what she looked like in his eyes. Not only was she half naked, but she was sure there was blood and dirt covering her body and bruises marking her skin. She looked him over. Although he was shorter than her, she could tell that under those thick layers was a strong body. His eyes were fierce, but there was a hint of fear hidden deep inside of them.
His hand rocketed down to his hip where a long knife was tethered to his belt loop. Her first instinct was to fight, but her body was weak so she turned to run in the opposite direction. Her limbs were so numb and stiff that she couldn't turn quickly enough and the boy's body slammed into her from the side. They rolled in the snow, each struggling for power over the other. Twice, his knife cut into her flesh, staining the snow a bright red around their tangled bodies.
His hands came down hard against her neck, cutting off her air supply. She swung her arms wildly, striking any part of his body that she could reach but his heavy layers absorbed her blows. He hardly seemed to notice her fighting efforts. The edges of her vision started to go black as her lungs burned for air.
"Miller!" a female voice rang out through the woods. The boy on top of her loosed his grip and turned towards the source of the noise. It was the opening she needed to throw his weight off of her and scurry away gasping and taking deep painful breaths.
"What the hell are you doing!?" a new boy came bounding through the woods into her line of sight. He was tall and thin with strands of fiery red hair shooting out from under a brown wool hat. His mouth hung open when his eyes finally fell on her.
"She came out of nowhere!" the boy named Miller shook his head as though he couldn't believe his own actions.
"She's Trikru." The girl breathed out. "What is she doing across the border?"
"What's your name?" The redheaded boy asked, crouching down in front of her. Instead of answering, she crawled back from him and jumped to her feet. Miller shoved her to the ground and before she could make another move, he was tying her hands behind her back.
"Miller, look at her." The other girl kept her voice calmer than the others. "She's hurt."
"She broke the treaty." Miller snarled as he tightened the rope around her wrists.
"What's your name?" The red head asked once more. She remained silent and kept her head bowed. They spoke the language of the ancestors, which told her that they were Sky People. Even though there was no way anyone of Skaikru would recognize her, she still felt it was safer to hide her identity.
"We should take her back." The girl said. Miller was already dragging her to her sore feet. Her boots were soaking wet and almost too heavy to lift.
"Bring her to Bellamy?" The redhead suggested quietly. Silence fell over the Sky People as they debated on what to do with their new ward. She had been standing still too long and now tremors began to rack through her body. The Sky Girl stepped forward and timidly pulled off her top jacket. Underneath she still had a thick sweater and wool turtleneck poked out from under it. Cautiously, as though she were approaching a dangerous animal, she laid the jacket over her prisoner's shoulders.
"Bellamy." The redhead spoke into a small black box. She nearly jumped in shock when a voice answered back through the plastic square.
"Ben, we're here." The voice was deep and filled with authority. "Where the hell are you guys?"
"We, uh, got a bit caught up." the boy rubbed the back of his head. "On our way to you now."
Miller gave her a small push to force her forward and once again she was trudging through the snow. She shook her head, disappointed with herself for getting caught. If only Miller had crushed her windpipe when he had the chance. At least then she wouldn't be marching straight back to the hell from which she had just escaped.
