A Fresh Start Chapter 12 Caged Animal
Bellamy slowly cracked open his eye and wasn't sure where he was. The room was cold and dark. The hard steel bench was uncomfortable and he strained to pull himself to a sitting position. His body hurt, and he shivered from the cold. Reaching around his side, he felt a burn from a shock lashing he thought he remembered, but didn't remember why he was subjected to it. Nothing made sense. The last clear moment was being beaten by the intruders that came into his camp. Everything after that was mixed up. He remembers flashes of faces looking at him in horror. He remembers killing people and he tried to push it from his mind. Hiding in the dark, cold cellar, Octavia… He felt like he was going insane.
His face hurt, but he was used to being beaten up. He'd been hit plenty of times, but his eye wouldn't open yet and it was worse than it had ever been. He didn't know how long he had been here, but he thinks he remembered seeing Octavia shock lashed and the thought of them hurting her infuriated him.
The echo of footsteps coming down the corridor gave Bellamy pause. Would they keep him here or let him go? He doubted the latter.
Suddenly nausea hit him and he vomited a small amount but what he saw was dark, and he didn't understand. He lay back down and wrapped his arms around himself; shivering in the dark.
"Bellamy," A voice came from the other side of the cell.
Bellamy heard the door open, but he didn't care. "I'm taking a huge risk letting you see him," Miller said
"If we get caught they'll change my post and I can't keep an eye on him," Miller said "Make it quick,"
"I will," she answered
Clarke rushed to him and knelt by his side. She looked down and saw that he was shackled to the steel bench. "Bellamy," Clarke whispered. She turned his face gently around to look at him. "Bellamy, it's me," she said "I'm here."
He opened his eye and her face came into view. "Clarke?' he mumbled pulling his hands up to meet her face. "Clarke?" he said again when he touched her cheek.
"Bellamy it's me," she said trying to smile. Tears pooled in her eyes at the sight of him.
Suddenly darkness fell over his expression and he pushed her away with a violent rage "Get away from me," he screamed "Get out," he cried. He couldn't bear the mind games. He pushed his self away from her. They were trying to drive him mad and this was the ultimate torture. He knew she wasn't real and seeing her was going to kill him. He fell to the floor and scooted back as far as his chains would allow. Bellamy sat in the darkness his head hiding under his own arms. "Go away," He cried.
Clarke backed away. "Bellamy," she said. She didn't know what to do, his reaction shocked her and she didn't understand.
Miller rushed in and looked at them both. "Clarke you've got to leave, someone's going to hear us," he said.
He rushed towards Bellamy. "Hey, Bellamy," he said squatting down in front of him. "Calm down…Bellamy It's me, it's Nathan," he said as he pulled Bellamy's arms down from over his head.
Bellamy struggled against him, trying to fight Miller off before finally relaxing. "Miller?' he asked finally realizing who it was "I'm losing my mind," he said "She was here," he said
"Bellamy, it's Clarke, she's here for real," Miller said
"Bellamy's one good eye grew large. He shook his head "No, she's gone," he said.
Clarke rushed over and knelt down next to Miller. "Bellamy, I'm here," Clarke said
Bellamy looked at her and then to Miller; questioning his own sanity. "Clarke?" he asked softly
"Bellamy it's me," she said
"She's real," Miller said to him "It's really Clarke,"
"You died," he said softly, not believing she was real. "They said you died," he said again
"We didn't die," she said softly. "Raven and I...we're alive," she said
Bellamy reached up and touched her face. Clarke laid her hand over his and closed her eyes leaning her face into his open palm.
He pulled himself up to his knees and took her in his arms, burying his face into her neck. He was hurting, but never felt better. He openly cried at knowing she was here. All their time apart melted away and nothing mattered. He had Clarke back and that's all that mattered.
Miller backed away and looked behind him towards the door.
"We're going to get you out of here," Clarke promised
She felt his face. "You're burning up," she frowned
"It doesn't matter," Bellamy said "I have you back, you and Raven," he said "Nothing else matters," he said
"Clarke we need to go," Miller said
"He's sick," she snapped at Miller "He needs to be in medical, not chained like an animal."
"Don't worry about me," Bellamy said "I'm fine," he coughed
"You're not fine," Clarke said "You're sick," she said
"I've had worse," he smiled and then he coughed up black blood. He looked back up to her, "I'll be fine," he said again growing weaker. His eyes beginning to roll back as he fought off the effects of the fever.
Clarke quickly took off her jacked, balled it up and lay him down putting the balled up jacked under his head. "Bellamy," she said softly full of worry. "I'll be back, I promise," she whispered and lightly kissed his temple.
Clarke stood and rushed to Miller. "We have to get him out of here, "she said frantically. "He'll die in here like this," she said. " take me to Kane, he'll help us."
They left Bellamy in the cell and Clarke rushed to Kane's office.
He wasn't there. She found him with Jaha and Mike Rollins. The yelling could be heard from down the hall. "I can't believe this," she heard Kane saying. "He's suffered enough. You have let Abby help him."
Clarke walked into the room. Rollins eyes met hers. Then he looked back at Kane. "He's too dangerous," Rollins said
"Kane's right," Clarke said "He's sick, he needs a doctor," she argued
"Clarke," Jaha said "You shouldn't be here"
"I have every right to be here," she argued "You have him chained like an animal in that cell! How could you?" she asked Jaha
"Clarke, he's dangerous," Jaha said
"He isn't dangerous, he's sick," she argued "We're better than this," she added
Clarke went up to Rollins. "Mike, why are you doing this?" she asked "You said yourself those men were criminals. You saw what they did to him, "she said "I know Bellamy, he's not a killer." She said
"You're wrong Clarke," Rollins said "After learning about his history, obviously he hasn't changed." Rollins said "Chancellor Jaha and I both agree that Blake is too dangerous."
"Chancellor?" Clarke asked looking at Jaha and then to Kane.
"Jaha was elected chancellor while we were administering the marrow to the villages," Kane said
"You can't just hold an election whenever you feel like it,' Clarke said
"If the people agree to it, we can," Jaha said "and while I'm chancellor, Bellamy Blake will stay right where he is," Jaha said
"He needs a doctor," Clarke pressed Jaha. "Even if it's in the cell, he deserves to be treated like a human being," Clarke pressed.
"How do we know he won't hurt someone if they try to help him," Jaha said "Clearly he isn't stable.
Kane stepped up "We'll take responsibility," he said "Let us help him Thelonious, he is sick," he pleaded.
Jaha looked at Kane and Clarke. He knew they had a point. Their people weren't monsters and Bellamy did deserve to be treated humanely.
"We'll post extra guards," Jaha said "Any signs of violence will be dealt with in kind. I hope you're right Marcus. I would hate for Bellamy to harm anyone, because if he does, he'll lose the rights to any sort of trial." Jaha warned.
Marcus relaxed slightly "I'll get Abby," Marcus said
"No Marcus not Abby. We can't risk our best physician. Jackson can treat Bellamy," Jaha said
"Fine," said Marcus. He wasn't going to argue about it.