AN: So here we go with chapter 2. It's Bellamy's turn now and I hope I do him justice. I'm amazed that people actually took the time to read and review this little project of mine and I intend to do right by you. I'll try an update on a regular basis, at least every third day if not sooner.
Also, I thought I would add a bit of information as far as long term plans for this series go. First off, this fic will not focus to heavily on romance, though I will be incorporating some in it. Couples that I intend to make happen are Bellamy/Clarke (because they are the two badass leaders), Jasper and Octavia (Nothing against Lincoln, he's a cool character, but to me, Jasper and Octavia have been endgame since she rewarded him for his bravery) and Monty and Raven (because the two brains of the operation need a little love to). I'm also not quite sure if I will be writing shorter, yet more frequent updates or longer but infrequent ones. Leaning more towards shorter at first just to introduce all the characters and where they are at. Also, since every chapter is a different perspective, I don't want people to wait long before I get to the character they feel most interested in. As always, reviews are warmly welcomed.
Don't own 100 but do own the mistakes.
Chapter 2: Bellamy I
His head was pounding, as if someone was repeatedly bashing it with a hammer. He tentatively opened his eyes, only to forcibly shut them as the bright sun only worsened his headache.
I'm not dead, so that's good.
As Bellamy lay on the ground, teetering on the edge of consciousness, he took inventory of his injuries.
My head feels like it's been cracked like an egg. My arm feels dislocated and I think my sides are bleeding. Well at least my legs seem perfectly fine.
Suddenly, all the events leading up to Bellamy's injuries came rushing back to him, as if some dam in his brain just exploded: The fight with the grounders and reapers, his near fatal confrontation with the grounder, his rescue by Pretty Boy and their mad dash to escape the blast radius of the dropship. He quickly got to his feet, forcing his body to respond. But as soon as he took a couple of steps forward, he collapsed onto a tree. He reflexively reached to the ground and found a branch that could be used as a walking stick and pulled himself up again.
Come on body, don't fail me now.
As Bellamy advance, every single step took an enormous amount of effort, yet he persisted. Only one thing kept him going, one fixed idea that gave him the strength to continue.
They need me. She needs me.
As Bellamy kept stumbling through the forest, he saw a shape on the ground in the distance, a human shape. He forced himself to take the few agonising steps to reach it and discovered Finn lying on the ground, either dead or unconscious.
Well hello Pretty Boy.
Bellamy dropped to his knees and took Finn's pulse, relieved when he discovered he was still alive.
At least I don't have his life hanging over my head.
Bellamy continued examining Finn to see if he had suffered worse injuries then himself. He saw a large stain of blood on Finn's shirt near his abdomen and lifted the material to get a closer look. The wound he found there was pretty deep, most likely caused by a grounder spear.
"Shit" Bellamy mumbled.
Before he could do anything else, Bellamy heard movement in back of him.
Great, what fresh hell is this?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the only thing he had that could be used as a weapon: A jagged piece of metal. He turned around and came face to face with a Grounder. He was tall, muscular and seemed in much better fighting condition then Bellamy was.
"Fight's over. There's no use in killing each other now, so why don't you just go back to whatever's left of you tribe, or whatever you call it, and leave us alone."
The grounder took a fighting stance and let loose a scream ino doubt meant as a war cry.
"Or we can just fight to the death. Why should things be any different?" Bellamy said as the grounder ran towards him. It was only then that Bellamy noticed the limp in his adversary's step.
At least this will be a fair fight. He thought.
The grounder was the first to attack, poking his stick towards Bellamy who dodged it as best he could given his condition. The grounder's foot may have been injured, but his arms were as fast as ever as he came down upon Bellamy with blow after blow from the side of his spear. Bellamy fell to the ground while dodging a particularly brutal attack. He saw his opportunity to finally get a move against the grounder and took it. As the enemy approach, Bellamy kicked the grounder's injured foot, causing him to scream in pain and drop his spear. With the last bit of strength Bellamy had in him, he jumped on the temporarily distracted grounder, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Bellamy raised his weapon, ready to stab the grounder to death, but his adversary saw that move coming and grabbed his armed hand. Both men were then engaged in a game of pure strength with Bellamy forcing the shiv down on the grounder's head. The grounder however, had other plans. He used the hand that wasn't currently engaged in the power struggled to reach for a nearby rock and bashed it against the side of Bellamy's head.
The young man howled in pain and fell of the grounder, feeling blood pour down the side of his head as he lay limply on the ground, waiting the inevitable.
The grounder stood up and grabbed his spear off the ground. He approached Bellamy slowly, knowing his victim was now powerless to stop his death.
As Bellamy lay there, mere seconds away from his death, his mind began replaying the most important parts of his life. In those short seconds, he remembered his sister's birth and the happiness she brought him. He remembered the look on her face as Bellamy showed her the outside of the room she had been trapped in for her entire life. He remembered the darkest part of his life as well: The moment when he took the fateful shot that nearly killed Chancellor Jaha and sent him to earth.
All for Octavia. His entire life from the birth of his sister, to his impending end all revolved around Octavia.
Which is why the last image that flashed in his mind shocked him so much.
"Princess" He mumbled as the spear descended upon him.
But it never reached him. Bellamy heard a choking sound and opened his eyes. What greeted him was the sight of a now awake Finn, holding the grounder in a choke hold. Bellamy could see that Finn had very little energy left in him and that the grounder would eventually take the upper hand. He forced himself to crawl towards the spear that had once again fallen from the grounder's clutches. He then threw himself towards the two men and stabbed the grounder through the heart with his own weapon. Completely and utterly spent, Bellamy fell to the floor and into an exhausted sleep.
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The first thing Bellamy saw as he woke up was the dead grounder's face right in front of him. Bellamy could almost see the fears in the corpse's eyes, the last expression the man would ever bear plastered on his face. The sun had begun to set as the young man lifted himself off the ground. He spotted Finn sitting against a tree.
"That's twice I've had to save your ass." Finn said, his words betraying his pained state.
"For now, but I'm sure I'll repay that debt soon enough." Bellamy sat next to Finn, his eyes fixed on the dead grounder. The two young men sat in silence, until Finn finally spoke.
"You didn't have to kill him. We could have knocked him out or..."
"And then what? As far as I'm concerned, that's one less grounder to worry about. Bottom line is, we're still alive and he isn't. I call that a win." Bellamy answered.
"All I'm saying is that we don't need to kill if we don't have too. The less bodies I have on my conscience the better."
"Lucky I killed him then and not you. You know, I can't believe that someone who is such a pacifist when it comes to war and death doesn't seem to have the same philosophy when it comes to relationships."
"That's a low blow. And also, none of you damn business."
Bellamy stood up and turned to face Finn. "You know what? You're right. It's none of my business. Raven already realised what a lying douche you are and dumped your cheating ass. And it's only a matter of time before Clarke realises it too."
Finn rose to his feet, and stared straight into Bellamy's eyes.
"So that's what this is about? Clarke? Let me tell you something ya self righteous dick, she has a much better chance of being with me then you."
"And what makes you think I want her?"
"Ohh come on; don't treat me like I'm stupid. I see the way you look at her. Your flirting could use a bit of work though; it hasn't evolved past the stage of pulling on a girl's hair in third grade."
"You're full of shit."
"Said the pot to the kettle. You didn't stay behind to give the others time to get into the dropship out of some heroic desire to become a martyr, or some self imposed leadership bullshit. You did it for her. You know how I know? Because you're selfish Bellamy. Ever since we landed on this planet, everything you have done has been about YOU. Recruiting everyone to become your mindless minions, that was about YOU getting the power you never had on the Ark. You throwing the only the chance the people in the Ark had at survival in the river,that was about YOU being afraid to face the consequences of what YOU did. You kept you sister locked in camp like a prisoner, because YOU wanted to control her. And then there's the brilliant idea of killing every grounder you saw, just because YOU wanted to look like the hero by making them the villains. It's always been what you wanted. And you always get what you want, don't you Blake?"
"Everything I've done has been for the good of the 100. I stepped up when they needed a leader, I organised them and taught them how to survive, I took action and defended the camp when our lives were in danger and I did everything i thought was best to keep my little sister safe, even from herself. What have you done? Preached the importance of peace and harmony while playing with the emotions of every girl you touch. You're a god damn hypocrite."
"I put my life on the line to get you into the dropship before it was too late."
"You didn't do that for me, you did it because you knew it would get you into Clarke's pants... AGAIN!"
"Says the guy who's had his dick in nearly every girl here."
"Including your ex girlfriend." Bellamy spat.
There was a silence as Bellamy's words clearly struck Finn deeply.
"Well then, I guess that makes us both bastards, doesn't it?" Finn said as he walked past Bellamy, kneeled down over the grounder and forced his dead eyelids shut.
"None of this matters unless we survive this, so I suggest we head to camp, see what the hell happened to the others and then meet up with Lincoln and Octavia. We can continue this little pissing match once we get there." Bellamy grabbed the bloodied spear and his knife and tossed his makeshift walking stick to Finn.
"Here, you're gonna need this."
The two walked in silence, following the smoke they knew was a direct result of the grounder barbeque from the previous night. Once they arrived, they were greeted by what might as well have been a crater. The earth and everything in the camp was burned to ashes. The only thing remaining was the ship. But the worst thing of all was that there wasn't any trace of human life anywhere in the area.
Bellamy fell to his knees. For the second time in his life, he felt complete and utter despair.
"It's gone, their all gone. "
AN: Second chapter finished and I'm feeling pretty damn confident. I'm thinking of making this a road trip style reluctant buddy story with these two, at least for a while. I feel like there is a lot of issues these two need to sort out. Leave a comment if you feel their argument came out of left field or did not feel organic and I will course correct as best I can.