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Here's Chapter 10


Chapter 10:

He stared at the top of his tent, yawning as the sunshine filtered in through the entrance. He hadn't slept all night, which wasn't uncommon for him.

Over the past few weeks, he had gotten two hours, tops, of sleep, due to stress and worry. Despite this, he remained awake and alert, thus allowing his group of people to believe he was perfectly fine.

Interrupting his thoughts, somebody called into his tent. "Bellamy?" She asked, panic clear in her voice.

"What?" He grumbled irritably, sitting up and fumbling around for a shirt.

She poked her head in, revealing herself to be Harper. "The scouting party came back. They're hurt pretty badly. They had to carry in Monty and Miller."

Concern filled him as he stood up, giving up on the shirt. He was worried about Monty, mostly for Clarke's sake. As for Miller, he cared about him and considered him one of his good friends. He ran outside, brushing past Harper and assessing the situation. He saw Jasper, Raven, and a few of the other scouts dragging the two unconcious kids towards the medbay.

The medbay didn't quite have an official doctor, but Octavia had remembered a few first-aid tricks, and Lincoln had been training the kids to treat injuries and illnesses.

Bellamy jogged over and lifted Miller onto one of the tables, waiting for one of the trained kids to treat him. He had cuts all along his arms and legs, and a deep gash across his chest. He glanced over and saw that Monty was lifted onto the other table, and stepped back as some of the kids hovered around the injured, stopping the bleeding and starting to sew up the cuts.

Seeing the crowded area, Bellamy commanded everyone to go outside, simply nodding to the healers before he exited himself. By this point, everyone had gathered in a crowd, waiting for him to explain everything. He looked around for Jasper, and waved him over with a questioning look, even though he had a pretty good idea about what happened.

"They attacked us. We were checking out a new area, and, out of nowhere, three of them jumped on Monty and Miller, who were in the back of the group. We-"

Bellamy cut him off. "Who were they?"

"Grounders of some sort, they had white and red paint across their faces. We killed two of them, but one got away." He replied breathlessly, still fearful from the recent events.

Bellamy nodded, clearing his throat. "Listen up!"

Heads turned in his direction, and within a few seconds, he had everyone's attention.

"There are twelve Grounder nations out there, and one of them happened to attack us today. A treaty is in the works, and apparently, the Ice Nation does not want it to happen. Monty and Miller were injured, but our two healers have it under control. We will get revenge for this, but that time is not now. Back to work everyone." He finished, and walked out of the camp to wash the blood off of his chest.

After cleaning himself off in the lake, Bellamy sat on the edge of a rock and allowed himself to simply feel the emotions that he'd kept pent up for the last few weeks. He sat there silently, thinking about his people whom he had to take care of, his sister in Polis, and his mother and Clarke up in space.

A twig snapped behind him, and as he whirled around, a gunshot went off.

Seconds later, fire erupted in him as a three inch long bullet embedded itself in his bicep. A grunt of pain escaped him, and he whipped out his gun, only to be tackled on the edge of the lake.

The gun flew out of his grasp and across the clearing, and he rolled over, pinning his attacker to the forest floor. Stopped by the familiarity of the face, he was thrown a few feet into a tree. The pain doubled in his muscle and bloomed across his whole arm.

One of his own, Dax, was walking towards him, gun in hand. "I was told that I was to kill you soon after we landed. A friend said that you were friends with someone who knew too much, which meant you had to be killed."

Bellamy clenched his teeth as Dax came closer, memories playing out in his head. It was just like before, but this time, there was no Clarke to save him. The memory gave him an idea, an idea that could save his life.

"Sorry it had to be like this." Dax said, though a sadistic grin passed across his face.

As he clicked the safety off, Bellamy leapt up and tackled him, knocking his pistol out of his hands. He pinned Dax once again, but lost the advantage when Dax pulled out a knife and stabbed it into Bellamy's gut.

While Bellamy gasped in pain, Dax pressed another blade against his throat, smiling as blood streamed out of his own nose.

"It was nice knowing you, Bellamy Blake. I'll see you again in Hell."

As the younger kid started to draw blood, and get dangerously close to killing him, Bellamy twisted around and ripped the thick bullet out of his shoulder. Quickly raising it in the air, he stabbed it into Dax's neck.

Dax gasped for air and fell to the ground next to Bellamy as blood seeped out of the new injury. A couple minutes after, the boy breathed his last breath and died, knife still in hand.

Blood poured out of Bellamy's gut and shoulder, and he stood up, only to fall against the tree with a soft groan. The edges of his vision darkened, and he sank to his knees. Lying down, he weakly called out for help before the world went dark.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes. He was standing in the middle of a room, a few feet behind an intricately carved wooden throne. He recognized it as the throne Lexa sat in, and bit his lip as memories flooded his mind.

The footsteps stopped, and the heavy door across the room opened, revealing a group of Grounders, each with different types of cloaks and facepaint. After the twelve came in, Lexa followed, with a billowing cloak and dark facepaint around her eyes. She sat down, and Bellamy watched curiously as they all stared at the door.

Sure enough, a new ambassador came in, flanked by two guards. Bellamy clenched his fists as the guards prodded her with their spears, but then smiled when she seemed to look at him.

His sister stood with the other ambassadors of the twelve clans, and dropped to her knees with the rest of them when Lexa stood.

"We are here to discuss the terms of a treaty with Skaikru." She started in English. "I would like to give them the opportunity to become the thirteenth clan."

Some of the ambassadors grumbled while others watched curiously. "I understand that this could seem like a big decision, but without the coalition, your people will not be under my protection." Lexa said calmly, gazing at Octavia.

Octavia nodded. "I believe my brother will accept the treaty." She replied in Trigdasleng, receiving a couple nods of approval.

"Your brother is in charge?" Lexa questioned, and Octavia responded with a nod.

Bellamy watched calmly, knowing that he couldn't be seen, yet hoping that somehow his sister would sense his presence.

"Tell him to come here before the season of summer ends next month, and we will perform the ceremony." Lexa replied, before looking at the other ambassadors. "The meeting is dismissed. Report back to your leaders." The ambassadors left, Lexa leading them, with Octavia in the back. Just before she left the room, an Ice Nation warrior grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside.

Bellamy clenched his fist and tried to leap forward, only to find that he couldn't move.

Straining his ears, he heard the warrior begin to speak.

"I bring you a message from my queen. She has one of your own who fell from the sky in a separate ship. She claims that Skaikru is her people. Because of this, the queen decided that she must be a valuable bargaining chip to you."

Octavia seemed confused, but Bellamy had a bad feeling about the hostage.

The ambassador continued to speak. "This girl has blonde hair and blue eyes. She says her name is Clarke."

Bellamy clenched his fist, desperately trying to move without success. He watched as Octavia's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again.

"The queen says she will send someone to your camp tonight. They will wait ten days for your leader to make a deal, and after that, your friend will be disposed of." With that the ambassador left, leaving Octavia speechless.

As Octavia left the room, everything around him became blurry, before the world once again went dark.

He opened his eyes to hear the sound of trickling water echoing around a cave. The stone walls glistened with condensation, and he blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light.

Glancing at his injuries, he saw that they were covered in bandages, but they still hurt like hell.

After inspecting himself, memories of his dream hit him. Something told him it was more than a dream, and he sat up with a jolt as he realized the potential situation.

Running a hand through his hair, he felt worry fill him as he frowned and murmured.

"We have to find Clarke."


So, that's Chapter 10, hope you enjoyed.

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