Bellamy Blake was lucky to be alive. Still, it was damn hard to feel lucky as he woke up in the freakish white room he was currently (involuntarily) residing in. He was wearing different clothes than he had been when he entered this room, and someone must have cleaned him up because for the first time in days, he couldn't feel a thin layer of grime coating him. Hell, someone had even washed his hair and cut his fingernails.
He started to sit up, and felt a shooting pain in his side, and another, lesser, pain in his head.
"Oh yeah…" he murmured, rubbing his temple as the memory of how he got these minor injuries came rushing back...
After the doors to the ship had closed, Bellamy had realized that it was time to do or die. Looking across the chaotic battlefield, he had managed to catch Finn's eye and shoot him a significant look, and the handsome boy had nodded in silent understanding.
Then, without needing any other warning, they both exploded into frantic action, fighting off the nearest grounders like animals. Bellamy remembered knifing and kicking the one closest to him until he gave way, then picking up a fallen spear and thrusting it through the gut of the only other grounder blocking his path of escape. After that, without even checking to see if the other boy had succeeded too, Bellamy had sprinted like a mad-man into the woods. He was a horse with blinders, racing forward and never looking back, but Bellamy had never seriously believed that he'd survive. He knew how long the countdown was supposed to last, and heard it like a ticking time bomb in his head.
But he did survive.
Every second of the way he imagined hearing the roar of the engines igniting behind him, the crackle of flames, and then he knew he'd feel the flames lick his heels before engulfing him whole... but he managed to finish the countdown in his head twice over before he finally heard the distant, muffled explosion. Barbecued grounder.
The roaring went on and he kept on running, but then there was a pregnant pause in the noise. It was broken by the thundering thud of the ship landing once more, the beautiful sound echoing in Bellamy's ears. That was when he finally stopped running, and collapsed to his knees, heart slamming rather than beating, and panting like a dog. He was so exhausted, in every sense of the word, that he just wanted to collapse then and there. Instead, he thanked god for being alive, and forced himself to get back up again.
The only thing truly pressing on his mind as he trekked back to where the camp had been, was obtaining water. But then he heard it… a soft… chopping noise. It came from the sky, and Bellamy looked up to see, "Helicopters?"
A small, irrational smile broke out on his face as he stopped to watch them fly. He smiled half in wonder at the fact that these things still existed, and half in wonder at the fact that he was somehow still breathing. Maybe, if he had been born in another time, it could have been him piloting one of those marvels... but the smile quickly fell as he realized where they were headed. As always, there wasn't any time for joy now.
By the time he had arrived at the charred, corpse littered camp, there was no one left.
No one left alive.
No one to answer his desperate pleads for a response.
Bellamy didn't want to dwell on what that had felt like. In a word – devastating. Like waking up and realizing that you could no longer see, or even move. Trapped and alone in your own body, paralyzed with loss.
Luckily, this wasn't Bellamy's first time having his entire world fall apart.
He handled the heartbreak in the same manner he always did: he roughly shoved it aside to focus on moving forward: His first priority was to gather anything of use from the ship. He armed himself with a rifle, and massive bag containing as many rations and as much ammunition as he could comfortably carry, and a handheld radio. Bellamy had dropped his own radio somewhere during the fighting, and picked this one up more out of habit than hope. Still, he clicked onto the 100's frequency and clearly spoke, "Hello? Come in if you can hear me. This is Bellamy, is there anyone out there who can hear me?... hello?"
Nothing but static greeted him in return, and it took a decent amount of willpower to refrain from chucking the damn thing into the woods.
Bellamy's first plan had been to head for Lincoln's cave, for the sizable grounder seemed capable of surviving just about anything, and that was the kind of person Bellamy needed right now. Not to mention the fact that Octavia would be with him...
Accordingly, he had been on his way to Lincoln's when he felt a sharp prick between his shoulder-blades. Craning his neck to inspect it, Bellamy cursed: there was some sort of dart sticking into his back. He yanked it out, and was surprised by how sophisticated it looked – like a needle from the Ark rather than an arrow. Then his vision began to get blurry…
... And he had woken up in the back of a van being driven up a neatly maintained mountain path by a person in full body armor. Bellamy was buckled into place between a window and another person – and that person, he realized with a jolt, was Raven. She was still passed out, but her breathing was strained and irregular. Yes, she was still in very bad shape, and Bellamy was more than a little bit afraid for her, despite being relieved that the tough, brilliant girl was alive.
On her other side was another man in full armor. The man turned to Bellamy, who snapped his eyes shut again. Perhaps if they assumed he was asleep, he could use the element of surprise to attack them and break for freedom. Then again… did he want freedom or the chance to see his people again? For surely if these people had a van and tranquilizer guns, they were the same people whose helicopters had stolen away his friends. Or at least, Bellamy really hoped so.
He kept his eyes closed until he felt the van stop. The front door opened and the driver stepped out. Bellamy heard the guard beside Raven open his door as well, then begin unbuckling her seat-belt. The driver opened the door by Bellamy and unfastened his seat as well. It was a struggle, but Bellamy remained completely limp as the driver and another guard picked him up and started walking up a gentle incline. Being carried like this, with one guard holding him around the middle and the other holding his legs made Bellamy feel like he was already dead.
Unable to stand it for a moment longer, Bellamy carefully opened one eye and peered around through his lashes. He saw a large, modern looking building made of slate grey stone. The guards holding him stopped before one of many massive metal doorways, and Bellamy was wondering how they could possibly open the thing, when they answered his question for him.
There was a small scanner in the very centre of the entrance, which beeped when the guard holding Bellamy's legs presented it with a metal wristband. The other guard had one too, Bellamy noted with increasing excitement, though he forced his breathing to stay slow and even. These wristbands were his way in and out of this place.
As the door opened and they started to go inside, Bellamy tried his best to get a good look at everything around him without turning his head and alerting the guards. They were in a long hallway with a high ceiling and lined with doors, and it was all a clean white. It looked somewhat like an asylum, like the ones Bellamy had seen pictures of while on the Ark. at the time, he had thought of Octavia. Now he realized that captivity was a recurring theme in all of the 100's lives.
Unlike the asylum pictures Bellamy had seen as a child, the rooms didn't seem to have anyone in them. In fact, aside from the guards carrying him, Bellamy didn't think there was another soul in this cavernous building.
He could take on two people.
Bellamy took a silent, deep breath, then gave a violent twist in the guard's arms. The one holding his legs momentarily lost his grip, and Bellamy took advantage of this by wrestling one of his legs free and aiming a kick at the guards head. He heard a satisfying crack as his foot hit the metal helmet and the man's head snapped back.
The other guard was trying to maintain his hold on Bellamy and keep his arms pinned to his side, and managed to do so despite Bellamy's struggling. Finally, Bellamy gave a jerk and managed to headbutt the guard in the shoulder – in retrospect, that had probably not been the brightest move, because the guard was wearing rather thick shoulder-pads.
Still, it surprised the guard enough that he loosened his hold. Bellamy had been about to wrestle an arm free, when he felt a hard blow to his side – there was also a worrying cracking noise accompanying this, and a shooting pain that forced Bellamy to cry out. Bellamy looked up to see that the other guard had just rejoined the fight, so he kicked wildly with his legs to avoid being recaptured.
"GET OFF ME! LET GO OF ME, DAMN YOU!"
Just then, another guard appeared, as if from thin air, to help the other two out. This one was armed with a gun, and he aimed it at Bellamy's head.
The new guard spoke, and Bellamy was surprised to hear that it was a woman: "Stop struggling. Now."
Her voice was cold and clear, her accent was different than his, and Bellamy knew better than to disobey while she held that gun.
The new guard surprised him again by removing her helmet. Like Clarke, she was blonde, and she also had blue eyes… but where Clarke's eyes reminded Bellamy of how bright yet mystical the Earth looked from the Ark, this woman's eyes were a cold void. Her hair was immaculate, held in a bun as rigid as her hand holding the gun. She would not hesitate to shoot him if she had to.
Keeping the gun in her right hand trained on him, the woman approached. She bent her knees until she and Bellamy were at eye-level, and peered at him appraisingly. Those eyes felt like an x-ray, but Bellamy glared back with defiance.
Finally, she said, "You were the leader."
There was no judgement, it was just a fact stated. Bellamy didn't reply, only narrowed his dark eyes. She reached out with the gloved hand that wasn't holding the gun, and gently traced a line from Bellamy's cheekbone to his clenched jaw, her eye intently following her hand. Bellamy tried to read her face, knowing that there were gears rapidly turning behind her cool facade, but he honestly had no idea what she was thinking. Before he could ponder it any further, she abruptly straightened up again.
"Room 325." She said, addressing the guards now, rather than Bellamy. Her gaze lingered on him for just a moment more… and then the woman raised the gun again and shot him in the arm. Bellamy just had time to look down and see the dart sticking out of his bicep before he passed out once more.
First off, thanks for the lovely reviews! They were so encouraging, and I really appreciated the support.
So, I know that you probs weren't expecting a Bellamy POV, and TBH neither was I... but hey, that's how the chips decided to fall when I sat down to write! I hope y'all enjoyed it anyway :)
