Bellamy Blake: The Historian
Dublin, Ireland
Bellamy liked to think that he was a reasonable person. Octavia liked to think the opposite of that. Honestly his sister liked to fight him on just about anything. The subject they were currently fighting about now: her love life. Bellamy had said that Lincoln was too old for her and Octavia fired back saying that if Bellamy had his way, then she'd never date. While Bellamy would admit in his head that Octavia's comeback was the truth, it still didn't change the fact that Lincoln was four years older than her and his best friend. Suddenly her first boyfriend Atom, didn't seem so bad in hindsight.
Kane was no help in the situation whatsoever. He was encouraging Octavia saying that as long as she was careful and didn't put herself or others in danger, than he gave the couple his blessing. Honestly while Bellamy did love his guardian, he felt that he could be a bit stricter with Octavia.
Octavia herself was currently down at the gym preparing for an up-coming match. She wanted to be in top shape so she'd be at the top of her game when the Olympic qualifiers came around. She wanted to be the next Katie Taylor and nothing was going to stop her from achieving her goal. Sometimes Bellamy regretted bringing her around to the gym where him and Lincoln would train with their kick-boxing instructor when they were younger; but every time he saw her radiant smile when she got one step closer to achieving a life-long dream, made him set those doubts aside. Yeah, Bellamy was a proud papa bear to Octavia, even when she drove him up the wall (and dated his best friend).
As Bellamy was waiting for the kettle to finish boiling as he flipped through a history textbook going over it for details that he could add to his paper, he was vaguely wondering in the back of his mind if he should make an appointment with the doctor. Lately he had trouble sleeping, he was constantly getting headaches and he kept seeing things that weren't there. It started with seeing a woman in a white dress in the middle of his ancient roman and greek lecture, but he kept getting them at random times and it wasn't just the woman he saw. The day after he saw her, he saw a girl wearing a suit, with her hair in boxer braids loading a gun in the Centra near college, causing him to drop a jar of curry sauce in shock and almost had a panic attack over, a few days later he saw a boy with goggles on his head looking at some kind of program and crying when he was in the park and more recently; he dreamt of a girl with long blonde hair and big blue eyes sitting in a posh apartment, sketching a picture of a man with a kind smile and eyes.
Just then the kettle finished boiling and without even giving it his full attention, Bellamy grabbed the kettle and started to pour the boiling water into his cup, drenching the tea bag in scalding water. Just as he was going to return the kettle to the stand he saw her. The woman in the white dress that he had seen the first time. Only she wasn't in his apartment, she was in an abandoned church. He was there too. He saw her bring a gun up to her mouth, he tried to stop her but his legs wouldn't move. He tried yelling, but his voice was silent. He saw the women squeeze the trigger and -
'SMASH!' the kettle fell to the floor, the top falling off due to the impact, the remaining hot water spilling out all over the kitchen floor, lapping at the edge of his trainers. Bellamy couldn't find himself to move at all. He found himself in pure shock at what he had just seen. That was a step-up from just seeing random people that weren't there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kane run into the kitchen. He took one look at the scene and a look of concern came across his face when he spotted Bellamy, one hand gripping the counter in an iron grip, a look of pure shock on his face. "What happened?" he asked concerned.
"Nothing. Just had a muscle spasm in my arm and ended up dropping the kettle, that's all" Bellamy lied, bending down to pick up the kettle before he started to wipe up the water with a cloth. "Bellamy are you sure that you're ok? You haven't been yourself lately" Kane prodded concerned.
"I'm fine. Just haven't been sleeping that's all." It was a partial truth. Ever since these visions started, he's been getting next to zero sleep.
"It might be stress that's causing all of that. Maybe you should ease up on the work-load a bit son."
"I'm fine" Bellamy insisted, "besides a few more weeks and I won't have to worry about school for another few months and I'll be able to focus on working. Anyways I need to save up."
"But you don't need to work that hard. And I would have no problem with giving you the money-"
"Marcus" Bellamy sighed, "I know that you won't have a problem with giving me the money, but I would. I need to prove this to myself. You've done so much for me and O as it is."
"Bellamy" Kane sighed, but let the subject drop knowing from experience that Blakes were as stubborn as high hell, "you didn't scald yourself on the hot water did you?"
"Nah'' Bellamy shook his head, "my shoes and jeans are excellant protective barriers."
Kane gave him a concerned look, but ultimately decided to let the subject drop, instead helping him mop up the remaining water.
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The next day, Bellamy was still feeling as tired as hell. The vision of the woman committing suicide in the church haunted his sleep last night. He wasn't sure why these visions had started but he wanted them to end. Now.
Yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he groggily poured water from the kettle into his travel mug and after carefully making sure that he put the kettle back carefully, he added some coffee beans and stirred, before adding milk and sealed the mug up. Kane watched him with concern, drinking his own mug of tea in the kitchen doorway, while Octavia ignored the pair of them, leaning over the counter eating a bowl of cereal, and reading the paper.
"Oh my god, guys did you hear? They found a woman dead in the old St. Mary's church. The guards think it was either murder or suicide. They think her body was there for weeks. They even have a picture of her in the paper."
"That poor woman" Kane muttered, as Bellamy leaned over and glanced over her shoulder while taking a sip from his travel mug. He almost choked on his drink, when the picture of the victim showed no other than the woman in white that he had been getting visions about. As Bellamy struggled to get his breath back, he felt Octavia's and Kane's eyes bore into him.
"Bellamy are you ok?"
"Yeah. Just went down the wrong pipe" Bellamy spluttered. "Anyway I got to go. Running late as it is. Catch you guys later" he said, pushing past Kane and grabbing his school bag from where it was by the front door. As he was leaving the house, he heard both Kane and Octavia's goodbyes just before the door slammed closed. Sipping his coffee as he ran down the steps of their apartment block with his bag bouncing on his back, he quickly exited the building and headed towards Trinity. As he settled into a quick walk, his mind drifted back to the woman in the white dress. He hadn't felt this uneasy since his mothers murder. If it wasn't for Kane, who by the time that happened had practically been raising him and Octavia, he was worried that social services would have split them up.
Yeah Kane had given them a good life and Bellamy saw him as a father. Especially as his own father had ran off when he was seven and left his family to sort out his mess which ended up killing his mother in the end. As he entered Trinity's gates, he shoved the thoughts out of his head as he ran towards his lecture hall. He had no idea why he was dreaming of the woman, but he knew that it wouldn't help him pass his finals which were coming up.
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Later that day after his classes had finished up for the day, Bellamy found himself heading towards St. Mary's church. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help himself. He had never met this women before but he couldn't help but feel a connection to her. The same connection that he had felt with the girl loading the gun. And the boy with the goggles. And the blonde, artistic girl. He just didn't know why.
As he had gotten nearer to the church, he gripped the cheap bunch of supermarket flowers that he had bought, tighter in his hand. He could see the police cars parked near the church and the yellow tape that stopped the public from getting any closer. As he reached it, he heard his name being called, when he turned around he saw Inspector Grus, one of his mothers 'clients' from when he was younger coming his way.
"Hello Inspector" Bellamy greeted when the older man got near enough. "Bellamy" he said in a surprised voice. "Look at you, you've grown up so much I nearly didn't recognise you! But you look the spitting image of your mother, God rest her soul."
"Yeah" Bellamy nodded. He knew that he should be more polite, but to be honest he just felt weird talking about his dead mother, with one of her old clients. Who was a member of the gardaĆ to make it even weirder.
"It's coming up to her anniversary isn't it?" Grus continued, as if the subject wasn't incredibly hard for Bellamy to discuss. "Eleven years next month" Bellamy confirmed, swallowing back the bitter memory of that day. He didn't want to relive it. Not now, not ever.
"God rest her soul, I'll keep her in my prayers. Anyways why are you down here?"
"I read in the paper what happened and I wanted to pay my respects. Nobody should have to die like that."
"You're a good kid Bell. Your mother raised you right. Go right ahead. Anyways I got to go. I got to get a report from the forensics team. Bye kid."
"Bye" Bellamy nodded, laying the flowers down on the ground and breathed out a sigh of relief, when Grus walked away from him. That was one akward encounter that he hoped to never have to experience again. He quietly looked to where the building was, before deciding to say a few prayers. His mother had taught them to him when he was preaparing for his first Holy Communion and he tried hard to keep his and Octavia's faith up. As he muttered the prayers under his breath and went to make the sign of the cross, he felt someone pull on his arm.
"What are you doing here?" a voice asked him, it sounded posh, like it's owner had lived a life of luxury. It also didn't sound like the owner of the voice was from Dublin or from anywhere in Ireland. It sounded foreign. French, maybe?
"Paying my respects. What does it like?" Bellamy sassed, not even bothering to turn around.
"On my balcony?" came the disbelieving reply, making Bellamy frown in confusion.
"What are you talking about? This is-" Bellamy's reply died on his lips as he turned around and came face to face with the blonde girl he had seen sketching in her apartment earlier.
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Originally I had a bit more in it about Bellamy and Octavia's past, including what happened to their mother and how Kane ended up looking after them, but I've decided to leave it till later on in the story when he's bonding with another member of his cluster. There's more of what happened to Aurora than what meets the eye.
Secondly for the next few chapters, each one is going to be told in the point of view of a different member of the cluster, so like with Bellamy we see their reactions to what's happening to them and what they experience. After we get each characters point of view chapter, I might put a couple of different points of view together in a chapter, because by then they'll all start integrating and working together.
Finally, thanks to everyone who left a review, fav or follow it means alot! I'm glad you like it!
