A/N: I don't mean to sound like a total bitch or anything but I'm disappointed that I've only gotten 1 review on this story and it's received over 1.5k views. I'd like to try and at least get 10 reviews on this story before it's done. I'm determined to finish this up though but it would really be nice to know what you guys think of it and if you'd like me to write any other stories for the fandom (leave a review or PM me with a prompt idea if you have any). This chapter is the shortest yet and I apologize. Not sure when I'll post part 5 because I go back to school tomorrow...
PART 4
Clarke takes aim at the target and when she's about to take a shot the 'X' on the blanket fades and the room around her shifts. Her head is spinning and she looks down at the gun that's still in her hands and she bends the barrel backwards and then she's suddenly back on the Ark, in her prison cell.
"It's not what you imagined is it?"
"Dad?" She moves to hug him.
Clarke pulls back from her father's embrace.
"You're not real, are you?"
"Sorry kiddo, I wish I were."
"Wait, how is this possible?"
"I'm thinking why, more than how. Why me?"
"Because I miss you," Clarke answers trying her best to hold back her tears.
"I think there's more to it than that, kiddo."
"You want me to forgive her." It wasn't even a question. Clarke knew that's what her father wanted her to do.
"Your mom loves you, Clarke."
"She betrayed you. How can I forgive her for that?"
Her father looks at her and Clarke lets out a sigh.
"That disappointed look isn't fair!"
A soft chuckle rumbles in her dad's chest.
"I'm trying. I'm trying all the time. But everyone's counting on me and it's so hard."
"Come here. I know, honey." Her father's arms wrap around her and it's almost hard to remember that this isn't real. "Been tough, isn't it?"
"I let someone get tortured."
He inhales a deep breath. "Listen, you're doing the best you can."
"You want me to say mom did the best she could?"
"This is about what you want."
"You're dead because of her. She doesn't deserve my forgiveness."
"Oh, listen to me. Forgiveness isn't about what people deserve."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Whatever. Crazy bitch."
"Dad?" But Clarke knew that voice didn't belong to her father but she couldn't place a name to it did belong to. She didn't even get a chance before something solid was rammed into the back of her head and darkness took over.
Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke – Bellarke
There were people everywhere. That was all Bellamy could see. He turns and there's more of them, they keep coming out of nowhere, continuing to mumble the word murderer.
He has to get away but there's no place to run. He's surrounded. Bellamy trips and falls backwards into the mud. There's a tap on his left shoulder, he turns and finds himself looking at Jaha again.
"Please. Kill me. Kill me!" Bellamy reached behind him and he touches something cold and hard. A gun. A gun that was similar to the one he had used to shoot the chancellor on the Ark.
"I deserve it, please." He begs the chancellor shoving the gun towards him, the weight of the guilt setting in on him heavily. Jaha ignores him and throws a punch.
"I can't fight anymore!" Bellamy yelled as he picked his face up from the muddy ground. He was giving up.
"Don't you know," the chancellor taunts. "Life is a fight!" He drives a kick into Bellamy's side.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Live. Breathe. Suffer. You owe them that. You want the peace of death, then you're gonna have to earn it." Another kick and Bellamy groans in pain.
"Fight back!" Another punch in the face. Bellamy puts his face to the ground before Jaha yanks him back up by his hair. "You think you deserve to be free of your pain? Do you deserve that gift?"
All of a sudden Clarke's face popped into the corner of Bellamy's mind. He wasn't sure why but she was there, but then again, maybe he did. Before he could really grasp it another punch pushed his head backwards and a gun clicks.
A/N: And there's Part 4! Every review is a virtual hug from Bellamy Blake/Bob Morley (And I know you all want one!)
- Mal