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Anyways, here's Chapter 14.
Chapter 14:
Pain. It burned without mercy, raging like a fire as its flames licked every inch of his body. Agony coursed through him as he came to, and he opened his mouth to either groan or scream, only to find that he had no voice. He flexed the fingers of his right hand, curling each one invidually against the cold surface he was lying on. Pulling them slowly along the ground, he felt smooth metal beneath his fingertips. He traced his fingers along his side, raising the shirt to feel the scabs, cuts, lacerations, burns, and gaping wounds that covered his body; a painful reminder of what he had gone through because of the Grounders.
Slowly opening his eyes, Bellamy squinted as bright light assaulted his senses. He stared at the ceiling, painfully stretching out each part of his body until he felt that he could move somewhat easily. He raised his body up to sitting position and took in his surroundings.
Stark white paint covered every surface, and the floors were brilliant white tile. The door was also white, with a tiny window covered with mesh and thick glass. A toilet and sink were on one side of the room, and on the other was a dresser, presumably filled with clothes. Even the bed was white, both the headboards and the sheets. The only variation in color was the black dot that symbolized a camera in the corner of the room.
Bellamy looked down at his body, only to see a white t-shirt upon his chest. As he held himself up, the pain increased, and at last he collapsed back upon his back, wincing when he hit the mattress with force that caused his back to blossom with even more torment.
The door opened suddenly, and he sat up with a start, automatically reaching for his gun before realizing that it was gone. A dark haired woman walked in, and Bellamy clenched his fists as he saw who it was.
"Hello, I am Dr. Tsing. Welcome to Mount Weather." She said, a forced smile plastered upon her face.
He stared her down in as best a fighting stance as he could muster, waiting for her to get closer, before his body gave out. He fell to the mattress with a thud and closed his eyes, opening his mouth to say something instead.
Instead of words, a dry croak escaped his throat, and he opened his eyes, fear and vulnerability flashing through his eyes, before it disappeared as fast as it came.
Dr. Tsing glanced at him, slight confusion on her face, before she looked down at a chart. "We found you nearly dead on the ground outside of this Mountain six days ago. You were brought in with severe bleeding from cuts and burns, as well as some internal bleeding and bruising. Your vocal cords were damaged due to multiple blows to the throat, but with rest, they should be fine in a few weeks."
As she finished, a man walked in. As he approached, his slicked black hair and sneer came into Bellamy's view, and he longed to punch him, but he was too weak.
"Is he viable for the Cerberus Project, or should we just drain him?" He asked, inspecting him as a farmer would his cattle, choosing ones for slaughter.
"We'll see Cage, we should keep him here, let him live with our people for a while until he has regained his full strength." She replied, her voice flat.
He nodded, before glancing at Bellamy again. "He has fight in his eyes, I think he'll be a Reaper.
Tsing shrugged, and they both left him alone, continuing their conversation away from his straining ears.
The days passed, and Bellamy soon graduated from IV nutrients, to liquid food, then to solid food in the course of a week. His wounds still ached with deep pain, but it got slightly better each day. Sleep was rare, as he was tormented by nightmares that would wake him up with beads of sweat dripping off his face.
On the eighth day, he was cleared by Tsing, and was given a temporary room to stay in. Some simple clothes were given to him, much like what he would wear back at camp. After getting settled into his room, he found a plain piece of paper lying on his bed. He picked it up, running his gaze over the sloppy scrawl that covered it.
Hello,
Welcome to Mount Weather!
Mount Weather is a radiation shelter that we have lived in since 2050, the year of the nuclear bombs.
I offer you a safe place to live in the mountain, among people that you will soon consider your friends.
Please, feel free to look around and make yourself acquainted.
-President Dante Wallace
Bellamy balled the note up and tossed it in the trash, shaking his head, before he walked towards the door.
Stopping him in his tracks was his reflection over the sink. Underneath his eyes were barely noticeable bags, a clear sign of his recent sleep deprivation. A few thin pink lines stretched across his facial features, nearly healed cuts. Along his left hairline and on his lower lip were deeper wounds that would leave a scars, slightly inflammed from the recent removal of stiches. His throat was discolored near the Adam's apple, a pale purplish blue that explained the constant ache and the temporary loss of his voice. His arms, from the biceps up, were decorated with thin pink lines and burns, on their way to healing. Without looking, he knew his chest and shoulders were covered in deeper cuts, and his back with whip lacerations, severe burns, bruises, and wounds. He glanced at his hair that fell past his ears, longer than it ever had been, before meeting his own dark gaze, staring intently until he blinked and looked away.
He shuddered at the memories that assaulted him before putting on a brave face and leaving the room, ready to learn his surroundings and figure out how to escape the mountain.
He wandered, taking note of each exit, and the guards that passed them, hoping to remember for when he would try to leave. Soon enough, he found himself at the cafeteria, and he grabbed some food before sitting down at a table, causing everyone nearby to go silent and stare at him, before whispering to the person next to them.
Bellamy put his head down and ate, ignoring the glances and murmurs of people all around him. Despite the fact the food was good, he missed the earthy, fresh taste of meat roasted over the fire and wild berries fresh off the stem. He quickly finished his meal and left, stopping when a familiar face stood in front of him.
She smiled hesitantly, before holding her hand out to him. "I'm Maya." She introduced herself shyly.
Bellamy shook her hand with the slightest hint of a smile, wondering if she might remember.
"I figured you might need someone to talk to..." she trailed off, realizing that he couldn't speak. "Sorry, I mean be around, until everyone gets used to you."
Bellamy tipped his head slightly, showing that he was okay with it.
Maya smiled warmly, before she began to walk away. "Stay there, I'll get you some paper."
He stood there, tapping his foot and wondering how much he should tell her.
Before he could decide, she returned, handing him a pad and a dark pen. He took it, holding the tip against the paper before simply writing down Thank you in his neat scrawl.
She smiled when she saw what he wrote, moving to leave with a cheerful goodbye, before he snapped his slender fingers, stopping her in her tracks. He began to write, and when he held it up, she looked at him quizically.
Follow me the paper said, and then Bellamy began to walk, thinking back to when he pretended to be a guard in order to remember the route. He glanced at the cameras as he went, making sure not seem suspicious in any way.
He turned a corner and reached a dead end with a door, tapping in the code that he remembered using to enter the room last time. It turned green, and he opened the door, holding it as Maya looked at him with a mixture of curiousity, suspicion, and fear as she entered. Realization then dawned on her as she noticed where they were, and she looked at him.
"Why'd you take me here?" She asked quietly, peeking through the blinds to make sure that she was remembering correctly.
Bellamy followed suit, and saw two Grounders hanging upside down, with tubes all over their bodies and cages surrounding them. He had been in one of the cages before, hung to give his blood to the Mountain Men.
The pen hovered above the paper in his hand as he deliberated on what to write, before deciding and touching the pen to the pad. After a moment he handed it to her, and Maya squinted as she read the note in the dim light.
First off, I need you to not tell anyone about this
She stopped, looking up and asking "Why should I keep this a secret? You have the codes, you learned about this, who knows what else you know?"
Bellamy pointedly stared at her with slight anger and irritation, eyes boring into her's until she looked away and continued reading.
Soon, I'll either be put in here, or I'll be made a Reaper. Cage and Tsing are waiting to see how strong I am when I heal. I want to help everyone in there, and I know it's important to you too. If you help me escape, I can come back with my people and free them all.
Maya handed him the pad, before turning around and murmuring "How?" under her breath. Finally, she nodded, and they checked the hall before quickly leaving the room.
Seven days passed without seeing Maya again, and he began to worry that she had lied to him. If she turned him in, they would know and immediately take action.
A knock on his door late at night jarred him out of his thoughts. He pulled back the covers and cracked the door, opening it all of the way when he saw who it was.
Maya smiled and handed him some folded up papers. "Here's a map of the mountain, with the route drawn out in black and a code to the two doors. The other paper is how to get back in, if you do." She explained softly, before saying "I'm trusting you." in a warning tone so uncommon for her. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by another knock against the metal door. Bellamy quickly shoved the notes underneath the mattress and acted as if he were relaxing as Maya opened the door.
"Ahhh, Miss Vie. A pleasure to see you. May I speak to your friend alone?" A voice greeted, a sneer plastered on his face as he entered the room.
A stormy look passed over Bellamy's face as Maya left, and the new visitor sat at the desk.
"After careful consideration, Dr. Tsing and I have decided that, with added physical training, you would be a viable candidate for our Cerberus Project!" Cage said cheerfully, acting as if it were a privelege.
Barely concealed rage darkened his eyes as Cage explained that he would be going to the gym three times a day for the next two weeks, and would be placed on a specific nutrition program, before standing up and moving to leave.
Bellamy stood up, bending his legs slightly in preparation to jump, before he thought better of it and sat back down on the bed as the President's son left.
The next week, he was watched closely by guards and doctors alike to make sure he was doing well and not trying to escape. He was forced to do every exercise he had ever done on the Ark, plus many more that he had never heard of. Along with a healthy diet, he was given protein supplements and muscle boosters, and was stared at harshly until they knew he swallowed them.
As the final day of the training ended, Bellamy laid in bed, awake and waiting until it was the right time. He had spent the last two weeks learning guard rotations, and he knew that his area wasn't patrolled for an hour at two in the morning. He glanced at the clock every few minutes, and when the hour hand hovered near the two, he stood up and grabbed the papers, as well as a knife he had smuggled from dinner for protection.
He slowly opened the door and crept towards the exit, keeping close to the walls. He spotted the exit, and stepped out, before he pinned himself to the wall at the sight of a guard coming his way.
He debated on sprinting back to his room, before he decided against it, instead listening to the footsteps as they increased in volume. When he finally turned the corner, Bellamy punched him square in the jaw, knocking him out cold, but not before he could let out a loud yell.
The unconcious body fell to the ground with a loud thud, and he cringed as he took the gun out of its holster. Bellamy left him where he was, turning the corner and sprinting towards the door. Footsteps echoed through the halls as he skidded to a stop at the door. Gunshots rang on, whizzing past him and barely missing.
He entered the first code, and as the keypad turned green, a bullet hit home and embedded itself in his shoulder.
Fire blossomed through him, but he ignored it, instead quickly putting in the second code and sprinting out of the Mountain.
He ran through meadow of flowers and into the forest, the moonlight shining through the leaves of the trees. He kept a steady pace for about half an hour, in shape due to all of the training they had given him. When he felt that he was a few miles away, he slowed to a brisk walk. Each small sound caused him to raise his gun and hover his finger over the trigger, but only for a false alarm. Blood poured out of the bullet wound, and every step made him cringe, but he continued on, determined to get to his destination
When light finally began to seep into the sky, he stopped, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he saw familiar wooden walls. He gazed at the camp as the bright sun rose over it, covering the world with beautiful colors, before he sank to the ground underneath an oak tree, the blood loss finally catching up to him and causing him to pass out.
So, what'd you think?
Bellamy is still alive, which I'm sure most of y'all knew.
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