Bellamy could hear the chatter of the guards outside of his cell. They never seemed to shut up and it had become white-noise for the most part now. He had almost lost track of the days since these mercenaries - for lack of a better word - boarded the Ring and took them all. It had to have been at least a week. A week since he had seen any of his friends but he thought back on that day with a smile as he remembered the right hook he gave one of those assholes.
They had been stationary for a day now and he could only presume they were back on Earth. Finally, after 6 years of dreaming for the day that he would come back to the ground, to Clarke, and he was trapped on this Godforsaken ship not knowing if he would ever see her or the rest of his crew again. He knew Clarke was alive, she had to be. A few years after the world began to burn, he heard her. Her perfect voice, the voice that stayed in his mind while he did all he could to lead his small group, the voice that came to him in his dreams saying they would meet again. She came through the comms system talking about nothing consequential but she seemed so certain that someone would be listening, that he would be listening. And then as quickly as her voice began, she cut out. That small transmission meant the world to him. It meant that Clarke was alive and it urged him forward.
The past 6 years had been intense, to say the least. For the first year it was a constant battle for survival, which he was used to but it was a whole new set of problems. Would their algae farm yield enough quick enough? Would the oxygen continue to work? Could they come up with a solution to fuel? He attested the fact that the algae farm bloomed perfectly in thanks to Clarke's calculations but more than once, the O2 went down and needed repair and by year 4, it was clear that their fuel problem was no closer to being solved. His frustrations kept him on edge around a lot of the group, but to her credit, Raven wouldn't take any of his shit. She was his right-hand man... woman.
Bellamy took a breath as he paced around his small cell. He was getting tired of just surviving. He wanted to thrive. To have that one thing in his life that gave it some sort of meaning. For the longest time in his life he was surviving for Octavia. Protecting his sister was his purpose but she had been able to look after herself for longer than he cared to admit. Being in space with nothing but time to think, Bellamy learned that he can't keep living for others, he has to live for himself. He knew what he wanted and she was somewhere on the other side of the ships walls. Fat lot of good this does him now though.
No longer able to contain his frustration to merely pacing, Bellamy kicked at the wall and a bang sounded at the door.
"Cut the shit in there!"
"Oh bite me." Bellamy was not intimidated by these guys in the least. To him, they were just bullies but there was a lot of them and there was no way he could take them all on himself. Taking one or two, however, would at least relieve a bit of his tension.
There was silence for a moment and then a sudden creek of the door opening as one of his guards sauntered in to the cell while his buddy stayed at the door. He was pretty sure this one was called Samuel, whether that was a first name or last name, he had no idea but he was happy to see the last of the fading marks from where Bellamy had hit him.
"Oh this is perfect. Should we duel at dawn or just get into a game of fisty-cuffs now?" Bellamy couldn't help it that he was bored.
"Ever the jokester. Well I hate to disappoint you... Bellamy... but I just wanted to get a good look at you now that I am learning more about the cocky son of a bitch I have been guarding." A smirk appeared on his face.
Bellamy made his face unreadable. If this guy knew his name, it meant that they had been able to get to one of his friends and they were giving information, likely from some form of torture from what he has been able to gather about this group.
Trying to keep his cool, Bellamy feigned indifference. "Oh? An what would you be learning?" He then leaned against the wall awaiting the answer with his hands in his pockets balled into fists.
"Bellamy Blake. Shot a man in space and ran away to the ground. Had friends that you got killed. Did some of the killing yourself as well if I heard correctly. You have some sort of 'code of honour', a hero complex if you will. Then you went up to the sky in a rocket to escape nuclear fallout. And you left a dear friend to burn." He was ticking off each point as he made it in a way that made Bellamy want to punch him in the face all over again.
Bellamy couldn't help but clench his jaw while he spoke his next words. "Interesting theories. And just how did you come by them?"
"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know. With your comms not working well and all." Samuel paused and looked at Bellamy. "We have so many logs all about you. We have been collecting them for months not knowing what they were about but they did provide a good laugh every now and then. Finally we were able to put it together and 'lo and behold, we have had the star in our midst this entire time!"
Normally Bellamy would not allow this guy to bait him so easily but he couldn't help it. He had no idea what he was going on about. What logs? What about the faulty comms on the Ring? Does that mean this information didn't come from Murphy or Echo... or Raven?
"What are you talking about?" He stood up straight.
"Now it's my turn to get some entertainment. Look at you, you're chomping at the bit." He laughed and Bellamy almost lost control. "Ah, well I guess I may as well give you this one little hint."
Bellamy waited.
"Does the name Clarke Griffin mean anything to you? I feel like it should."
The very moment the words escaped Samuel's mouth, Bellamy lunged at him letting his fists hit flesh over and over. He only got in a few good ones before the other guard came in and jabbed an electric rod in his side causing Bellamy to arc back in a shock of pain. His breath came back to him momentarily but there was another onslaught of pain.
He could then hear Samuel whisper in his ear. "Did you know she has been radio-ing you every day since you left her to die? Today is the first day she missed. I think that we should venture out and see if she is ok, don't you?"
Bellamy barely had time to register what was going on before he took a punch to the face and all he saw was black.
