So I didn't have anything to do at school today so I thought I would write the second chapter, usually I update every week but I though, what the heck. So here is chapter 2, enjoy! Oh and Review!
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BELLAMY (when Clarke goes missing)
"They haven't come back yet…" Bellamy paced around at the front gate, no doubt leaving an indention behind in the ground from walking so much. Miller, sporting his own worried expression, came up to Bellamy and put a gentle hand on his shoulder for some comfort. "I'm sure they just found something and are taking their time in exploring it and coming back." Bellamy appreciated Millers comfort, but it wasn't really helping him as much as he'd like it too. He gave a nod to him and a small smile, thanking him for the effort.
The whole camp was waiting at the front gates for Clarkes hunting team to return, which they have failed to do yet and it was approaching dark. Bellamy couldn't help but worry for Clarke and the others, he knew she could take care of herself; she was Clarke Griffin for Christ sakes. But the feeling, the churning in his gut, just told him that something was wrong.
"I have to go find them, just to make sure. I-I'll take a couple men with me and we'll find them." Bellamy tried but his voice didn't come out as confident as he hoped, more like a stuttering mess. Octavia came up from behind Bellamy and hugged him. She hated to tell him, but they couldn't go out right now, not with it so close to dark. "Bell, you know its too dark to venture outside right now, you would get lost and hurt yourself. You aren't gonna be any use to Clarke dead. Just wait till first light to go find her if she doesn't turn up tonight. You're gonna have all day to find her."
Octavia wondered if he even heard her because he made no sign that he did. He just stared through the gate unblinkingly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Octavia moved to be in front of him and grabbed both sides of his face, making him look at her. "Bell?" He just stared at her till he finally opened his mouth to answer. "Ok….fine." He pulled his face out of her hands and walked back to his tent. He was hurt, he wanted to go after Clarke and the rest now, not later, but he knew he still had a camp to run and he had to make tough decisions, even though it was O who made that one, not him.
The camp watched him walk off and back into his tent. None of them knew what to do; usually he would have given them this great big speech or something. Octavia decided that if Bell wasn't gonna give them a speech like he always does, she would give it to them, Lord knows they need it. "Alright guys, we need to get back to work. If we're gonna help Clarke and the others we need to get our shit together! Now, stop wasting time and get to work!" Apparently the people were inspired by her speech, either that or they were to scared to defy her and have Bellamy on their ass.
The camp still whispered among themselves as they went to their posts, some were scared that the grounders might come, some were worried for Clarke and the others, and some just didn't seem to care. "Now all we gotta do is get Clarke back so big bro can get out of this funk he's put himself in." She said more to herself than anyone. She knew he was worried about Finn and Mike too but his main concern would be Clarke, they had just got together and now they were ripped apart. The down side of love she guessed. She was upset too, she even came up with a ship name for them, Bellarke, it was perfect.
Octavia walked around the camp until she came up to the biggest tent around, Bellamy's tent. She moved the tarp to the side and stepped in slightly to see Bellamy fast asleep, unmoving. She smiled softly at the site and let go of the tarp, closing the tent back up and made her way to her own. When Bellamy was asleep alone or with someone he loved he was like an open book. He could still keep his wall up though around others when he wondered off into his dreams. He only ever truly let his wall down and let his emotions spill over when he was with someone he loved or cared for.
Made her wonder if Clarke has seen Bellamys other side. She probably has, Bellamy can't get enough of the girl. She knew he loved Clarke before he even knew himself, the dense idiot. She would catch him sending glances towards the girl when she wasn't looking, she saw how he made sure she was safe and secure 24/7, she noticed how he took such great care of her, like she was glass that could break with the tiniest bump.
Octavia had always liked Clarke, even after she noticed her brother starting to have feelings for her or when Clarke started having feelings for him even, in fact, she was happy about it. She hated, more like despised to be honest, seeing all those trampy women from the camp coming out of his tent when they knew everyone would see them, strutting out into the open like they owned the place. Skinny bitches…she didn't even know why her brother even tried with them, they served no purpose to him other than sex.
She opened up her tent and went inside, stripping from her dirty clothes. She opened the blanket and snuggled into the warm pelt of a panther her brother skinned for her as a make up present. She let her eyes droop until she was out like a light.
Bellamy opened his eyes as Octavia closed his tent and walked to her own. He didn't feel like having her see him like this, hurting and depressed, she had to think of him being strong and invincible, he did have a reputation to uphold after all. What he really needed though was Clarke. Before the kiss they shared she had comforted him one night as nightmares racked his head in his sleep. She had stayed with him all night and comforted him, telling him he wasn't a murder but a good person in her eyes. The funny thing is, is that he actually believed her and still does.
And as she talked to him and comforted him he realized, he, Bellamy Blake, was in fact, in love with Clarke Griffin. He didn't think he was good enough for her, at all. He wanted to forget how his heart ached when she was around him, he didn't want to notice how he would sometimes stutter when she talked to him, he wanted to forget the feeling of his heart racing and the blood rushing to his cheeks when she would smile at him, he wanted to be able to look into a crowed of people and not instantly spot her first.
And even when he thinks he's not good enough to even look at her beautiful face, he still gets mad when Spacewalker gets near her, or any other male for that matter. But Spacewalker…he hurt her, he broke her heart over and over again. Every time him and Raven would kiss Bellamy could see Clarkes eyes become distant and it infuriated him to no end. The possessive side of him wanted Clarkes thoughts clouded with only him, but the caring part of him just wanted to tear the Spacewalker apart for hurting her.
He had never liked the Spacewalker from the beginning, but that level of dislike got a whole lot higher when he hurt Clarke, she wasn't the same for weeks. But now, he didn't mind the distance Clarke put between her and the Spacewalker, in fact, he rather enjoyed it. It made him feel good to know that Clarke no longer harbored feelings for the guy and that he could swoop in and sweep her off her feet. But if she did still harbor some feeling for the idiot, there would be some problems.
After the first nightmare that she found him in she kept coming back, he had gotten used to her warm body pressed against him all night, it even warded away the nightmares, he couldn't sleep soundly without her and that scared him, to know that he depended on Clarke so much, not just with the camp but with his own personal problems. It was pathetic. And now here he lay, alone and without Clarke, to afraid to even close his eyes for the nightmares that may pray upon him. He didn't just want Clarke, he needed Clarke and badly, he was addicted.
He thought of asking Octavia to sleep with him but she looked exhausted from the day already and he didn't want to bother her and create even more problems between them. He glanced outside a small hole in his tent to see it already dark and silent. He was silently hoping that his thoughts took up most of the hours of the night and would last him till morning. He heaved out a sigh of disappointment. He knew he was going to have to face all of the people and voices that he killed in his dreams. He shut his eyes and within seconds was off and back into his own personal hell.
They searched every day and sometimes-even nights for weeks and never found Clarke. They found Mike with two arrows sticking out of him behind a bush though, which was good. But without Clarkes help they had to go off by memory of how she did things, he developed a fever for a couple days after stitching up the wound but slowly got better after a about a week. It wasn't until a couple days ago that Spacewalker found the yellow brick rode and made his way back.
We had asked him about Clarke but the last time he had seen her was when they were first kidnapped and had to save a little girl. He said that Lincoln was supposed to save her with him but was unable to get to her. All of that info had really put a damper on Bellamys weeks though, every now and again he would sneak out on his own at night or early in the morning to try to search her out himself. He couldn't come to terms with himself that it was even remotely possible she was dead like everyone else had so painfully done. No one really truly believed her to be dead but they hadn't found her in weeks and didn't think they would. So much so they had stopped going out on search parties when he asked them to.
It infuriated him that they wouldn't even lift a finger anymore to search for her. He wanted to scream at them and yell till he couldn't but he had no spirit to anymore. But that didn't mean he gave up hope and boy was he glad he didn't, because he may have finally found the princess in her castle…er, tree.
Bellamy woke up before the sun even thought of coming up over the horizon and slipped out of his tent, already clothed. He would normally go out at night but he wasn't able to with O down his throat the entire night, telling him about what happened in the drop ship. She and Raven had taken up Clarkes job and started helping people, they weren't nearly as good as her but they did pretty good for just being part time apprentices before.
He grabbed a flashlight, a spear, and a knife. He slipped the knife in his back pocket and he slipped out one of the tunnels in the camp. He had a good feeling about today, maybe, just maybe, he would find her today, ending his emotional roller-coaster at the very top, never to come down. He had come to terms to being in love with her by this point; he was going crazy just thinking about her. He knew he wouldn't survive without her by his side and he was ok with that, because he was going to make her just as addicted to him as he was to her.
After a couple of hours in the woods, the lights started to peek through the canopy, illuminating everything around him, and thank God it did, or else he would have missed the grounders on the other side of the river pulling around a blonde beauty. It was Clarke, his princess. His heart started beating faster and he couldn't stop the long ass grin that spread across his face. Hope fluttered in his heart as he watched her struggle from the ropes. She was alive and breathing.
He moved silently, using trees and shadows to hide him from the observant eyes of the grounders. He saw Anya and a couple grounders he didn't recognize, but his main goal was to get his princess away and back into his arms. He had no idea what they did to her, who touched her while she was away and in their home, he was hesitant to even find out, knowing he would be disgusted. But he had to get to her and he would, nothing was going to stand in his way.
His heart started to constrict painfully as he watched them manhandle her into a tree, just like what they did with Jasper. He could taste last nights dinner in his throat, wanting to come up, but he swallowed it back down. He couldn't give her a hello kiss with bad breath now could he? He watched them talk to her for hours it felt like, too long for him. Then, he felt a raindrop, and another, and another, until it eventually became a downpour. That's when they started to leave, thank God; he was getting antsy and didn't think he could wait any longer.
He waited until they disappeared from view and a little longer after that to make sure they didn't return, to make sure they were gone for good. He got up from his crouch and jumped across some rocks to get to the other side of the river. He walked straight down the middle of the clearing to the dead tree, not once taking his eyes off her form. She looked like she had been tortured to death; it made his blood boil till red was almost all he saw. She had long gashes across her body and evidence of broken bones, her blonde lushes hair was now tainted and stained red but was washing out slightly from the rain. Blood from her wounds rolled down her body to her toes until it eventually won to gravity and was pulled to the ground, creating a puddle of red liquid underneath her. It looked like a scene out of a horror movie.
She had no shirt on, just her bra, probably had been ripped off and her pants didn't look any better. Her body was covered in dirt and blood combined, no doubt giving her an infection on every cut she had on her poor body. Her hair shrouded her face so that he couldn't see it, she was breathing but barley. Her stomach muscles would clench every time she took a breath, as if it was painful for her to breathe, which he didn't doubt it was. Her skin was already pale to begin with but now it was deathly pale. He almost wondered if she was in fact actually dead from the way she looked in his eyes. His poor brave princess.
He was almost scared to touch her, he was scared he would feel lifeless, freezing skin, he was scared he would hurt her if he touched her to hard, he was scared he would see lifeless eyes starring back at him, but he had to get her down from the tree and help her, he knew she was alive and breathing but that didn't stop the fear from making its way into his bones. He slowly made his way to her, cautious of the traps around him and reached out, brushing his hand against her toe.
Her neck snapped upward so she could get a look at the person who touched her, her breath she sucked in was more like a wheeze than anything else. She instantly let out a groan of pain after the action. She was hurting, she was tired, she was hungry, she was thirsty, and she was broken, but not beyond repair, he would make sure of it.
Clarke's eyes widened, or opened as far as they could, they were pretty swollen. She stopped breathing for a second and let the name pass her lips that she had been thinking about this whole time. "B-Bell..amy?" Her voice came out scratchy, rough and strained. Bellamy smiled up at her in the rain. "That's right princess, I'm here." Clarke gave him a ghostly smile and let the floodgates open, but he wouldn't know since her tears mixed in with the rain.
Bellamy looked around the tree for a footing he could use to climb the tree and found one. He started to climb the tree and sat on a branch beside her broken form, she didn't even have the energy to lift her head and look at him. She wanted to see those beautiful eyes of his, she wanted to embrace his dazzling smile, she wanted to touch his lips, but she couldn't. After a long while of him not coming to get her she had given up and was most surprised to find him standing in front of her.
But that didn't mean her heart didn't sore to the heavens when she saw him in front of her just standing in the rain. Bellamy threw his spear to the ground, lodging the tip in the dirt for him to get later. He took the knife from his back pocket and started to cut her binds. He saw her wrist and almost threw up. They were oozing puss, the color was purple in the middle and spread from red to yellow on the outside, the gashes were deep, very deep. He saw a bump on her wrist and inspected it, earning a hiss of pain from her, he guessed it was a bone that had been broken.
He was going to kill every grounder that ever laid a finger on her blonde head. He took deep breaths and focused on the rope, cutting it slowly so he didn't move her wrist too much. He reached out and gently took her arm, waited for a reaction from her, and when he didn't get a pained one, grabbed her arm more firmly. He cut the last bit of the rope and held her up straight by her arm so she didn't fall from the tree. He hooked her arm over his shoulder carefully maneuvered her over so he could sit on the other tree branch beside her.
She groaned multiple times in pain and he cursed himself for not being more careful with her. This wrist was just as bad as her other one, they could be twins. He cut the rope with a little more care than he did with the first one, not wanting to cause her any more pain then she's already been through. He hugged her around the waist and held her up as he cut the rope that held her left wrist.
As her weight dropped on his shoulder she let out a shuddered gasp of pain, but didn't move. He could feel the damn tears pricking the sides of his eyes. The damn rain wasn't helping him at all; it was making him sloppy and making the tree harder to grip onto. "I'm so sorry princess, just hang on for a little while longer." His words didn't even convince himself, so he doubted they helped her any.
He carefully brought himself to the ground, not wanting to jar Clarke to much. He gently sat her back against the tree, up close he could see her face, her eyes were swollen, her lips were cracked, split, and bleeding, she had scratches covering her face, bruises populating her cheeks, and bags that hung under her eyes. She looked like death…but he wouldn't tell her that. He smiled at her softly and kissed the crown of her forehead gently, causing her to give him a small genuine smile. He raised his hand to her cheek and softly stroked her messy hair, trying to tell her that he was here for her and wasn't going anywhere with just his actions, he didn't trust his voice very much right now.
He looked back down at her feet and was disgusted. They were dirty and bloody, they were proportioned wrong, probably from being twisted and broken, her ankles looked like acorns coming out of her feet. He bit his lip hard, tasting iron swarm into his mouth, his eyes stung and his mouth quivered slightly. No, he couldn't cry in front of her, not when she needed him. He took his knife and slowly started to cut away at the rope and unhooked her feet from one another.
He thought about how he was going to carry her and slowly put one arm under her knees and one wrapped around her back and lifted her up slowly bridal style. Her head wobbled till it met his chest and she groaned. "Fucking headache." He couldn't help but chuckle at his princess. "Alright princess, we're going home." She nodded slightly and he turned away from the tree. He grabbed his spear and held it with his hand so it pointed forward and started moving.
He met the river and slowly put one foot in front of the other and stepped on the rocks. It was raining still, the rocks were mossy, and he was standing over running water. "Well shit…" He could here the water rushing around him along with the rain pounding on him, he knew the water level should be rising and that's what worried him. He didn't want to be caught in the path of the raging current that was soon to come, especially with Clarke in his arms.
He stepped on a rock wrong and slightly slipped but caught himself before he and Clarke plunged into the icy water. Clarke groaned in frustration. "Jerkface.." She had only said a couple words to him but he was already feeling much better from her presence. He chuckled at her and kept moving, wanting to get away from the river as fast as possible. Then he heard it, something big and loud. He looked up stream and stared at the raging current headed for their way. He was a little more than half way across the river but that current would be here in a matter of seconds.
He took a risk. "Forgive me princess." He jumped. He landed on a rock and Clarke gasped in pain. He gritted his teeth and jumped again, and again, and again. Clarke was practically quivering in pain in his arms and it hurt him knowing he was the cause. But they made it, they made it to the other side, just in time for him to turn around and see the current sweep over the rocks and have them disappear under the raging water.
He gave a sigh of relief and looked down at Clarke, somehow she managed to get enough strength to move her arm up and give him and small thumbs up until her arm gave out. He smiled and bent down, giving her a chaste kiss. "My brave Princess." She smiled up at him, the sun outlining her face. Even when she looked like death she was still beautiful to him. What the hell was he thinking, he was turning into a sappy person in love. She was changing him and she didn't even know it.
He started his track back to the camp; it was a little hard to move in the rain, up hills and down hills, carrying someone in your arms, and having to be able to not move too much. The woods were slippery and muddy and did not work in his favor. He felt like the world was against him at the moment and just wanted him to go crawl in a hole and die. He was getting angry at the world and at himself, but he had to keep a cool face for Clarke, he didn't want her getting scared.
He felt as if he walked for hours, which he probably did, he had to take breaks often for Clarke and for him self to rest. Sometimes the rain fell so hard it hurt, even stung sometimes, so that made them find shelter every now and then to wait out the heavy rain and ventured out whenever it let off some. It was a good thing that he knew where he was and where he was going or else they would have been lost, but the temperature was dropping and fast.
He was chilled to the bone and could only imagine at how cold Clarke must be. She shivered in his arm violently sometimes, making him stop and make sure she wasn't seizing or something. Her lips would turn blue and purple sometimes and her skin around her fingers and her toes would do the same and he feared she might get hypothermia from the weather. He never asked her if she was ok though, they both knew she clearly wasn't and he didn't want to keep her mind on how bad she was at this point.
Thoughts of her dying invaded his mind multiple times but he pushed them back, she wouldn't die, not as long as he was alive. They were almost there, they had to be, he just knew it. Clarke wouldn't be able to hold on much longer if they didn't treat her soon and truthfully neither would he. His feet felt numb and his whole body was shaking from the freezing rain. He had no doubt his lips were purple and his cheeks stung, probably blistering from being pelted from the rain.
Then, his heart jumped into his chest. The camp gates were in his line of site, he made it. He smiled widely, causing his lips to crack and bleed but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting Clarke inside, warmed up, and just better period. He slowly maneuvered his way down the hill and faced the gates. "Hey! Open the gates!" He waited a few minutes before the sound of the gate moving made him look down. The gate slid open and all of the camp was standing in front of him, all carrying shocked expressions, although, he didn't blame them. With his smile, still etched on his face, he spoke to them. "The Princess is back." Cheers erupted around the camp.
Mwhaha, there ya go! There is chapter 2 or ya and remember to review for me please! I hope you enjoyed it, next chapter will probably come next week so be patient x)