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So this next chapter is actually solely following Bellamy. I have the idea of having some stand alone chapters for Bellamy throughout this fic. Please let me know what you think of this idea because if you hate it ill scrap it.

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Chapter 2

Bellamy opened his eyes. He had been in captivity for what felt like years. He had been drugged and felt weak. Looking around, he couldn't make out what he was seeing, his vision was still hazy from whatever he had been administered with. He had no idea how long he had been out.

'Clarke's probably going nuts'

Rubbing his eyes he could see a bit clearer. He was in a cage, he knew that much. He couldn't wait around for someone to come and begin harvesting him. He shuffled awkwardly to remove the hand gun and lock pick he'd stored in his underwear. Making quick work of the lock he jumped out of the cage. His legs were weak and he was finding it difficult to walk. He stumbled into one of the cages. It contained a grounder. It was the only other occupied cage in the room.

"Hey"

Bellamy whispered. He received no response and the grounder didn't seem to be moving. Bellamy picked the lock and shook the grounder.

"Hey, Hey! Wake up!"

The grounder stirred and looked at Bellamy.

"You! You tried to kill me!"

Bellamy hissed at Tristan.

"I would have succeeded if it hadn't been for your fire ball … filthy sky person!"

Tristan spat hatefully at Bellamy.

"Forget it"

Bellamy went to close and re lock the cage

"Wait! I know where your people are"

"I'm listening"

Bellamy didn't see how the grounder could know. It looked as if he had been held captive since the explosion.

"When they took me, I saw everything. The mountain men, they took your leader and people. They were not conscious. Anya and I were tied up and dragged here. It looked like they stored your people in white rooms. Anya and I were stored in cages with many of our people. I haven't seen Anya for a long time … I think she's dead. They have been harvesting my blood; it's only a matter of time before they drain it all. I know my way around here. If you help me, I'll help you."

Bellamy needed Tristan. As much as he disliked the grounder, with the alliance in place he had to learn to work with him.

"Lead the way"

Bellamy helped Tristan from the cage and followed the grounder.

"What's the plan?"

"What makes you think I have a plan?"

"You show up hear with a lock pick and a gun. Its clear you've been sent here to disarm the mountain men from the inside"

Bellamy stared at Tristan. He was taken aback by the knowledge he held. He wasn't expecting him to be so intelligent.

'learn something every day'

He thought.

"Our people are in Alliance with each other. I have been sent to release all of our people from the inside. Our armies cannot penetrate the mountain men's base, but why try when we already have an army inside."

Tristan nodded.

"This way"

He led Bellamy through a pipe and into the harvesting room. There were two grounders currently being drained of all their blood. They could not help them. It would arouse suspicion from the mountain men. Tristan whispered

"Yu gonplei ste odon"

Before breaking each of their necks.

"I will not let any more of my people suffer at the hands of these mountain savages! Jus drein jus daun!"

"And it will, but first we need to find a way of contacting the outside, if we don't our people will attack and we will lose even more of them to the mountain men"

Tristan was surprised Bellamy had understood him. He had new found respect for the sky person.

"I know how we can contact your people. There's a talking thing through there"

Tristan gestured towards the door.

"A radio? Is it safe"

"The harvest is finished, the room should be empty."

"Should be?"

"Yes"

"What if it's not?"

Bellamy was growing agitated. He couldn't just risk the mission on a hunch. Tristan just stared at Bellamy as if he was a coward.

"We kill whoever is in there"