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Chapter 28

Bellamy watched as Clarke was dragged from the courtroom, Kane holding one of his arms in a death grip. He looked over and found both Lynx and Cage sitting with smirks on their faces.

"If anything happens to her, I'll kill you", he screamed as he lunged towards the two men.

"Hush, Blake. You won't do her any good if you're arrested", Kane whispered.

Bellamy ceased his struggles, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He saw Octavia and Lincoln, silent tears rolling down his sister's cheeks. He felt helpless, and he hated that feeling.

"We have to find her", he croaked.

"We will, but first you have to give me your word you won't use any of your prior connections to stage a coup", Kane said.

"I'm not going to promise that", Bellamy growled, "I'll do whatever I have to do to bring Clarke home."

With that, he stalked out of the room the loud hum of voices diminishing after he walked through the large double doors. After he gained the outside, his mind began to clear.

He made his way to his truck and quickly drove to the shop. Miller met him at the large opening and followed him to his office.

"What happened", Miller asked finally as he watched Bellamy pull the pistol from the top drawer of his desk.

"Someone took Clarke, and I intend to find out who. Gather the men", Bellamy said as he checked the clip.

After Miller had gone, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"Kane, get me the license plate number on that vehicle. I can find it a lot faster than you can. Why? My threats hold a little bit more weight than yours because I'm not dangling jail time, I'm promising vengeance", Bellamy growled before hanging up.

He tucked the gun into the waistband of his dress pants and made his way out onto the shop floor. He found the men gathered just outside the office, their worried gazes settling upon him as came to stand before them.

"I'm sure Miller has already informed you that Clarke was taken from the courthouse today. We are going to find whoever did this and I am going to make them pay. Now, contact any of our underground informants. I want eyes and ears all over this city within the hour."

"Bell!"

Bellamy turned at his sister's frantic yell, his heart plummeting.

"What? Is it Clarke? Speak up Octavia", he said harshly.

"She would if you'd give her a chance", Lincoln ground out, placing his arm around O's quivering shoulders.

"Bell, Finn is loose. It was him in the courtroom, he's the one who took Clarke."

"Why didn't Kane tell me he'd escaped", Bellamy asked angrily.

"He was afraid of what you might do", O answered honestly.

"I'm certainly going to do something! Miller", Bellamy yelled, waiting for the other man to make his way over, "Change of plans. I want everyone looking for Collins. Ask around, I want to know anywhere he may have gone."

"Yes, sir", Miller said with a nod.

"Bell, you can't do this. You need to wait for Kane", Octavia pleaded.

"If I wait for Kane to cut through all that red tape, Clarke will be dead."

"Clarke wouldn't want you to do this! She wouldn't want you to risk your freedom!"

Octavia watched as Bellamy stiffened and turned around very slowly. When he faced her, she backed away afraid of what she saw. This was not her beloved brother, this was the Rebel king.

She felt Lincoln wrap a reassuring arm around her shoulders as her brother advanced. He stopped mere inches from her, his eyes boring into hers with such a raging intensity.

"Don't ever tell me what Clarke would or wouldn't want! I will do whatever it takes to see that she is safe, so don't get in my way", Bellamy said, his voice low and vicious.

He turned on his heel and walked away, his strides carrying him away from his sister and away from the chaos of the shop. He made it to his truck, leaning against the side and laying his head down on his folded arms.

He couldn't live without her. Already he could feel himself slipping into the dark abyss, becoming what he had fought so hard not to. Without her he would succumb to that part of himself, the part that destroyed everything it touched.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and his heart felt heavy in his chest. His mind was flooded with memories, images of blue eyes and blonde curls.

Bellamy sat on the front step, his head in his hands. He felt as if everything was crumbling down around him and he was powerless to stop it. He was a monster, destroying everything he touched.

He felt a presence beside him, and without looking up he knew it was her. He shivered as she placed a gentle hand between his shoulder blades, her thumb rubbing back and forth easing the tired muscles.

"You need to leave, Princess", he said softly.

"Talk to me, Bell. You know it's not healthy to bottle everything up inside."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. Nothing you can say will change the way I see you", Clarke whispered.

Bellamy raised his head, and looked into her honest blue eyes. There he saw acceptance and tenderness, it terrified him. He balled his fists, and stood suddenly. He stalked away, pacing back and forth in the muggy night air.

"I won't taint you with this, Clarke", he said brokenly.

"Bellamy, talk to me", she urged, "You're not going to taint me or hurt me by telling me what's bothering you."

Bellamy sighed, one of his hands moving to comb through his dark curls in frustration.

"I shot a man today", he said quietly.

He waited for the disdain, for her to storm off or at least yell. What he hadn't expected was for her to look at him with the same tenderness and understanding she had so many times before.

"A guy walked into the shop and opened fire. I did the first thing I could think of."

"Bell, you did what you had to survive! He would have killed you and the guys if you hadn't acted", Clarke answered gently.

"You don't understand! I took a man's life!"

"You also saved lives! If you were killed what do you think would happen to O, to me? We would be lost without you Bell."

"You would both be better off without me. I'm a monster", Bellamy said a little above a whisper.

Suddenly he felt arms around him, warm and comforting. He looked down and found Clarke. Her hands rubbed soothing circles on his back, and her voice was soft as a summer rain when she spoke.

"You, Bellamy Blake, are no monster. NEVER think that we would be better off without you because I for one would be a wreck, not to mention how broken your sister would be. You are a good man, and NOTHING will ever make me believe otherwise."

"How can you say that after knowing what I've done."

"I know you, Bellamy. I know that you took no pleasure in doing what you did, but you did it to save the lives of your men- did it so you could come home to O. That man made his choice, and he'll have to live with it the same as you'll have to live with yours", Clarke said, her azure gaze intent upon his face.

Bellamy sighed, "I don't know what I'd ever do without you, Clarke."

"You'll never have to know because I'll always be right here", she said placing her hand over his heart, "Because you, Bellamy Blake, stole a piece of my heart long ago."

Bellamy swiped at the tears that still flowed down his cheeks, her words still echoing in his ears. He placed his hand over his heart, feeling the even beats through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He stood to his full height, strength he hadn't had moments ago filtering into his body. The woman he loved was out there somewhere, and he would find her! He wouldn't succumb to the darkness; he would search for his light with every single beat of his heart.

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