Bellamy's POV
Bellamy walked in a comfortable step next to Clarke, both of them carrying a heavy container of water. It surprised him, how she made him smile. Those moments in the creek were some of the happiest he had experienced since they arrived on the ground.
To his disappointment, they had already made it back to the gate.
"You guys took your time," Raven said as she approached them, suspicion clear on her face.
"We got lost," Clarke replied, giving Bellamy a warning glare.
"Did the camp fall apart without us?" Bellamy asked, as they put the containers down.
"You guys give yourselves way too much credit," Raven replied with a laugh.
Bellamy abruptly moved his attention to a metal object that had just landed in the middle of the camp. Anxiety quickly taking control, he looked around to find the source but only saw more hitting the ground and a pink coloured gas filling the air. Others had caught on too, and the noise of the camp quickly grew when people began to shout warnings and pick up guns. Knowing it was too late, Bellamy drowsily turned to Clarke to find her already passed out on the ground. A second later, he fell to his knees and joined her.
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Bellamy felt the harsh sunlight hitting his sweaty face and slowly opened his eyes. Now sensing pain in his wrists, he looked up to see his hands were tied above him, on the camp's fence. Vision still blurry, he looked around to see large shapes moving around others that lay still and helpless. Instantly, he knew the grounders had invaded the camp, and he frantically looked at the members of the 100 to find Clarke and Octavia. Instead his now focused eyes found a small pile of dead bodies placed like a trophy for all to see. Rage flooded through his veins as he continued to scan the faces of his people, most of which had woken up. After locating Monty, Jasper and Miller, Bellamy realised that the girls were tied up on the other side of the camp.
It didn't take long for him to find Clarke's blonde hair. As expected, her head was moving around, assessing her surroundings and forming some sort of plan. Once Clarke's eyes reached his, the rising sound of the camp was blocked out, and all he could see in that moment was her. Everything else had simply melted away. Her eyes mirrored his, of confusion, stress and longing to be together.
Their connection was cut like a wire the moment Clarke moved her attention to the grounder untying the girl next to her. Clarke's body began to thrash around in anger as she yelled at the grounder who was now leading the girl into the drop ship.
Bellamy wasn't sure how many minutes of angry and confused yelling from the 100 had passed until the grounder and the girl had returned. With a one word exchange to another grounder, the girl was handed over. To his horror, the first grounder had now moved his attention to Clarke as he begun untying her. As Clarke attempted to fight back, Bellamy finally found his voice. He yelled for her, but Clarke simply shook her head, silently pleading for him not to.
His pounding heart suddenly felt lost and empty as Clarke disappeared into the dropship with the grounder. Bellamy looked for his friends with desperation, and they tried to return his look with hopeful and calming eyes.
Time had never moved so slowly.
After sweating in the heat for what seemed like eternity, the grounder returned. Without Clarke.