Bellamy's Test

Bellamy looked around as he familiarized himself with the surroundings. He looked over his appearance, surrounded by a metal room. Small. It was his mother and his room on the ARK. He turned to look in the mirror that hung in the open bathroom across from him. Running his fingers along his jaw. He was younger this time, before they had come to the ground. The same appearance then showing up on his face. A ragged thermal on his shoulders and a pair of utility pants. "Bellamy"! He heard a voice shout. It was his mother; he ran to the room's door. Watching her as she leaned against it. Octavia joined them from the other room, she had been snacking in their kitchen on left over rations. It was good to see his sisters face. "Mom what's wrong"? She asked, looking over at Bellamy as he gave her a look of surprise. "And what's up with you, you look like hell". Bellamy laughed; he missed the old days.

Fist's banged on the doors outside. "Surprise room inspection open up". Bellamy could feel the fear in his chest as he watched his mother squeeze her eyes shut. He knew this story before it had been told. The first demon he had held onto, the fact that his sister was caught because he let his guard down, and his mother had been floated because of it. A green flash sparked as the door kicked in, and just like that he was in a different bay of the ARK. Watching through glass as his mother laid on the other side of it. She would be floated. Today.

He banged against the glass, feeling his heart race. How could he watch this all over again? The pain was as fresh as before, but he knew now the outcome of this situation and this demon would not get the best of him. He calmed himself placing a hand on the glass. His mother looked scared but not for herself, but for her children.

"It's going to be ok mom. I'm going to keep Octavia safe I promise. You'd be proud of me". Bellamy knew that wasn't true, he had messed up so many times. Cost so many lives, how she could ever be proud of him was beyond him. Before he could work himself back up the memory sparked something that he couldn't remember because he had been too flustered in the past. She leaned as close to the glass as she could meeting his gaze. "I have always been proud of you Bellamy. You are my son and even after my death I will always watch over you. Be strong my son. You are so strong; you just have to find your strength". Bellamy closed his eyes a tear falling from his cheek. "I love you mom" he whispered as the alarm sounded signaling the opening of the dock doors to the space outside. His mother was sucked out, frozen and immediately cut off from the oxygen that she had been privilege to before. He watched her as she floated away. Knowing it would be ok.

Just as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a forest. Night had fallen and trees surrounded him. Both knees on the ground. He must have completed his first challenge, or else he wouldn't be here. He heard a voice like a whisper in his ear. He recognized it as Hope. "You have sleighed your first demon. Keep it up or the anomaly will slowly kill you. Each demon stronger than the last. Be vigilant". Just like that he was transported again into a cell with Kane. Standing there and waiting for his memory to catch up with him about where he was and what was going on. "Bellamy it's not too late, to choose". It was just after Pike had been appointed Chancellor. Bellamy had chosen to stand by him and was waiting his next order. This decision would cost him more than a piece of his soul. He was turning on the grounders, getting Lincoln killed, his sister would hate him, and this was a chance to make that right. He would be a monster no longer.

He left Kane standing by himself to find Pike, outside with the others and making plans. "I need to talk to you alone". Pike looked at him like the juvenile he was. He was grateful to have him on his side, but he would make sure Bellamy recognized he was the authority figure here and he wasn't going to allow a bunch of kids to play war. They were inside the camp, walking through hallways until they were far enough from any wandering ears. Pike leaned against the table in the middle of the room. "Listen I know that this involves your sister and that you have grown some attachment to the people here but". Bellamy cut him off he would have to make this quick. "I don't need you to tell me about myself. I may have sided with you before but what I know now…" He drifted off. He couldn't exactly tell him he was from the future. "What I know is that this isn't the way to go about doing things. You don't want to align with the commander fine, you don't want to work with the grounders fine, but being a leader isn't about dictating orders. It's about doing what's best for your people". He had learned that lesson time and time again. Pike would try and fight him; Pike might even lock him up at this point, but he wasn't going to go down the same road. Pike stood there watching him walk away. Clearly somewhere he had gotten to him.

That gave him enough time to gather a couple of the members in camp. Monty, Harper, Kane, Miller, and a couple of the younger guards. "Bring guns" he told them, picking his weapon and heading to the cells where Pike kept his prisoners. He managed to navigate the group undetected, knowing the adults older moves the second time around. He watched as Lincoln approached him pressing against the cell. "And what is it you have to say to me this time or has my judgement day finally come". Bellamy met his stare, getting dangerously close where Lincoln could grab him at any minute. He trusted he wouldn't. "This time you go free, you and all the others. Take what you need, and we'll sneak you into the woods. We shouldn't be preparing for a war we aren't all in to fight for". Lincoln looked at him intrigued. It was much more mature behavior then he had come to learn. Miller had a cell key on him, unlocking the cell and tossing jackets to the others so they could cover up. Bellamy moved through the halls, peeking around corners and seeing if the coast was clear.

Octavia came around the corner hitting into her brother and making them both fall to the ground. "O". He never got tired of seeing his sister. In one state or the other. He loved her. "Bellamy what the hell are you doing"? Looking over the group before noticing Lincoln standing along with them. "I'm doing what's right, for everyone". He finally knew what this demon was about. It wasn't the choice to side with Pike over the others. It was that he was always trying to do what was best for their people, when a world cannot be placed into a category so slim. It should consider the consequences for everyone. It should be what was right for all. He had made it to the back entrance near the woods, sending people out in groups with Octavia's help. Just as he was about to exit the door a green shadow appeared. Staticky in appearance at first but them clearing just enough.

It was Hope again. "Did I pass this one too? Will this change things for my future"? He didn't know what answer he was looking for. She stepped toward him, "The challenge is in your mind, if you made it right the anomaly will let you pass onto your final challenge, but nothing will change in past, present, or future. What is done is done". He was afraid of that answer. This demon could have stopped a lot of problems he had come across, but he had to keep his mind focused because he knew his last challenge would be his hardest. He had no idea what they would hold. Hope disappeared again and Bellamy opened the door. Stepping through and into the bunker. The bunker where he had freed everyone. The bunker where so much blood had been shed. Above was his sister, Bloodreina sitting and watching in all her glory. Was this about his sister, what he had left her to become?

The door behind him disappeared and he watched as a body moved out of the shadows. It was Echo, dressed like she had been before on the Ark. He recognized her clothes from when they used to spar. A rustling metal sound came from the opposite side. Clarke stepped into the light. What kind of demon was this? Three important people in his life standing around him. Octavia rose from her throne. "Your crime has been committed and now you must choose or fight until the last one stands". Bellamy looked between them. "What crime, why am I here"? Echo circled to the left while Clarke moved around him to the right, Bellamy stayed stationary in the middle. "You must fight your biggest demon of all. The one that surrounds your heart. Do you let the current person you share your life with live on knowing you love another? Are you willing to forgive someone you loved for so long of all their crimes and start a life with them? You must choose". Octavia demanded. "How can I choose when I care about them both"? Echo was the next to speak. "You can care about both, but your heart wants what it wants. There can be no more fighting between the heart and the head". Clarke picked up a sword on the ground while Echo pulled the knives from her back. "You have to choose Bellamy".

Bellamy picked up the last weapon on the ground. Were they both hallucinations, figures made by the anomaly or were they the real thing? There was only one way to find out. Complete the task. He moved back watching both in their corners. Echo lunged first, raising up his sword to block hers. The demons had to fight each other but himself as well. He was responsible for the conflict at hand. Clarke moved forward striking hers down. Echo moved away from Bellamy holding her hands up in an x to block her attack. "If I had known you would have come back from the grave I never would have come back down". She seethed the sentence through her teeth at Clarke. Clarke was believed to be dead all those years, if they had stayed in space, she would have remained that way. Instead of a retort to her comment Clarke gave Bellamy a look, a look for help. He moved to echo spinning her around and enticing another strike from her. Leaving her back turned to Clarke. "Echo stop, this isn't you anymore. We have been though so much, together. You had to know that I care about Clarke. Like I care about you". Step, jab, miss. The patterns repeating themselves as they fought around the ring. Echo pushed him back as she pulled her knives together against his blade making him fall to the ground. She swung low, her feet kicking out and knocking Clarke who was running toward her to the ground.

Clarke rolled to the left, right, moving as quick as she could while Echo brought down her knives. "I have been through my fair share with Bellamy. We have always only had each other secretly. We rely on one another but it's more than that. We care about each other". Clarke watched as Echo lunged forward, diving at the last minute causing her to fall to the ground. She turned getting herself back on her feet. Watching as Clarke made her way to Bellamy. Forming a small circle, they danced around each other, waiting for the next to make their move. "I know you couldn't hear me, but I needed you. I always needed you and you weren't there for the first time in my life. You didn't just leave me; you filled that space with someone else". That hurt Bellamy. He had no choice but to leave Clarke on the ground, but he could never replace anyone with her. He could see how it would seem that way, but Clarke meant more to him than that. "Clarke I never stopped thinking about you. I would have stayed behind if it meant having you there next to me, all those years". Clarke threw her sword to the ground. Running forward and trying to place her grip around his neck. Bellamy surrendered his weapon to keep her at a distance. Keeping an eye on Echo as she watched them. "Instead you left me to put a bullet in my brain"! He was pressed up against the wall.

What, what did she mean by that? She had survived all this time. "A bullet, Clarke what are you talking about"? He managed to choke out as her efforts persisted. "You think all this time it was easy, I got low. Really low. There was no future in sight. I had a gun in my hand, and I should have pulled the trigger. You have Echo now. You wouldn't even have known I was alive for as long as I was". Bellamy thought to himself, how strong she was. Everyone had a breaking point and 6 years could do that to you. "Clarke I". Echo ran forward throwing Clarke off and kneeling into her body pressing her into the ground. She raised a fist colliding it with a loud crack to her cheek. Bellamy watched for a second just enough to regather his strength.

"Echo, stop. Get off her". Echo persisted, Clarke trying to get free and Echo forcing hit after hit. "Choose brother or die". This is what Hope meant by overcoming his demons or the anomaly would kill him. Before he knew it, he was pulling off Echo throwing her in the opposite directions and raising Clarke off her feet. The look in her icy blue eyes that he had seen so many times before. Times he thought he was a monster, when he had dreams of those he killed. When he had caught her before she fell into a pit of daggers. Clarke was more than someone he cared for she was his best friend. Echo lunged at her and Bellamy turned holding his hand out, protecting Clarke behind him. "Echo, no!" Echo stood in her place. "So, then you both shall die".

She picked up the sword on the ground lunging it forward. It slid just enough past his side where it glanced his skin, he was ready to feel the pain when instead he heard a gasp from behind him. It was Clarke, she pulled the sword out dropping it to the ground. Bellamy caught her as she fell back. He watched as the blood stained her shirt. Looking up at Octavia, "You said choose, I did. Why isn't it over". Octavia didn't say a word, backing into the shadows and disappearing. Echo did the same, leaving them both in the pit. One bleeding to death, with nothing for Bellamy to do.

"Clarke please, don't leave me". Clarke gripped his shirt as she struggled to breathe. "I need you. You have so much to live for. Madi, our friends, you haven't even gotten a chance to find happiness". Clarke looked up at him as the tears fell from his face. "You can find that for the both of us. At least now you can let me go". All her weight fell into his hands and her eyes started to flutter, her end near. "I don't want to find it for the both of us. I want to find it with you. I choose you; I should have always chosen you".

Clarke's body turned to dust. Just like Octavia's had. Bellamy could feel his heart ache and just like that he was inside a swirling green vortex with the previous surroundings gone from around them. Hope stood, touching his shoulder. "What happened why am I here, I failed". He looked down at his hands, searching for signs of Clarkes blood. "You misinterpreted the demon. It was not jus that you had to choose who holds your true heart. You had to admit that to yourself and see that every time you denied yourself such love, you only created more distance from ever having it". "But Clarke, she". He couldn't even say the words, because he didn't want it to be real. "You choose her, like you should have always. That was your final demon". Bellamy sighed, he wished that there was more closure to what he was feeling. "What now"? He looked around. "Now we wait for the others, and then. We face him". Bellamy didn't know the him to whom she was referring but he would need to clear his mind and gather his strength. Demons sleighed, he was going to save everyone.

I hope you enjoyed this section. There are two other charecters facing tests so stay tuned. I hope you will keep reading. Update soon. As always BE KIND