I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "The 100". I'm glad some of you enjoyed the first chapter! This chapter will feature Bellamy's perspective about his feelings regarding Clarke's "death" and how he plans to handle it. As always, thanks for reading and reviewing.
Chapter 2
Whatever it Takes
Bellamy can't believe that Clarke's gone, that he wasn't there to save her…again. He's still lying paralyzed on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. How had this happened? Bellamy tries to figure out how they were laughing together one minute and then in the next, she was just gone. The realization that he'd never get to talk to her again, the real her, pierces his heart.
When he had first lost her after Praimfya, the pain was radiating so deep within him, that he couldn't seem to find his way for a long time after. Over that time, he had realized that without her, he was missing the other half of him. Bellamy was no longer the person he used to be because she wasn't by his side. Clarke had said before Praimfya that he had to find a way to be both the head and the heart. It was something that he had never thought he'd end up being, but he knew he had to try because that's what she would have wanted.
Bellamy feels the tears well up in his eyes and he has no way of stopping them. They fall down his cheeks and he can't help but picture her last moments. He could see her lying helplessly, paralyzed like he was now, and not being able to call out for help. The fear he sees in her eyes makes his stomach churn. Clarke hadn't deserved that; she was just starting to find happiness. Bellamy can't think of a worse fate for his…Clarke. His Clarke, could he even call her that?
The truth was that she was never really his even though he felt like they were bound together by something he couldn't quite explain. More than 200 years ago, before the first Praimfya, they would have called them soulmates. It was a term that he had heard his mother talking about once to Octavia. She had come up from the floorboards, something that she had done most nights, after everyone went to sleep. His mother had explained that the story she was about to tell had been passed down through her family, as a way to keep the concept alive. Without oral history, the concept would all but disappear, and it's meaning would become obsolete. So, his mother had sat Octavia on her lap in the dim light and did her part in preserving the history of the term. She told a story that he hadn't forgotten.
It was about a boy who found himself alone in the world. He wandered around the country, looking for a place to call home. One day, after a few months of traveling, he had made it to a big city. There he had walked the streets and blended in with the bustling crowd around him. It wasn't until he heard someone scream from a distance, that he stopped walking aimlessly, and broke away from the gaggle of people. It was like something inside of him had led him to that alley that day.
When he had finally reached the alley, he saw something truly terrible. He saw a girl fighting for her life. Two men surrounded her. One was holding a gun to her head, while the other was trying to pull the woman's bag away from her. She had begged the men not to take her bag because it had her favorite prized possession inside, a necklace she had held dear to her heart. The boy had heard her pleas and he had tried to tackle the man without the gun first. He was able to knock him unconscious before his eyes darted to the other man, still holding a gun to the girl's head. The boy suddenly shifted his gaze to the girl, and he had felt an inexplicable pull between them. Something he had never thought he'd feel. A sense of peace washed over him, as he gave the girl a nod. She seemed to understand what he was saying, as she quickly elbowed the man with the gun. It was in a way that had brought the man to his knees.
When he had dropped the gun, the girl was able to pick it up. The man was unarmed, and she gave him a nod. The boy intrinsically knew what she was telling him to do and he rushed towards the now disoriented man on the ground. The boy threw a few punches and knocked the man unconscious. He then turned to the girl and she gave him a wide smile.
From that day on, the boy and the girl stayed together always. Their hearts and souls were bound together. Always and Forever.
Their mother had said that finding a soulmate was a rare gift and that she had still believed that there were people that belonged together like the boy and the girl did. Just because the human race was no longer living on Earth, didn't mean that finding a soulmate was impossible. She had explained that the boy and the girl were meant to find each other, two against the world forever. At the time, Bellamy was twelve, and hadn't really given it much thought. He was training to be a guard and felt like the story didn't apply to him, but he still found himself listening to his mother tell it. Bellamy had no idea how useful his mother's story would be to him.
Now, as he feels his limbs start to loosen up, he wonders if her soul is still with him, if their hearts are still bound together. Even though she's gone, Bellamy can't understand why he doesn't feel like she's out of his reach, like she's somewhere he can't follow. He knows if there's any way he can bring her back, he will do whatever it takes.
