Chapter 3
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Bellamy's POV
Whooosh.
The sudden sound of something falling awoke Bellamy from his slumber. His thoughts slipped back to the wonderful night he had had. Two young, beautiful ladies, riding his cock and sitting on his face all night, not to mention the time when he fucked one while she licked the other's pussy. He only allowed these thoughts a few moments for he needed to be focused. As he sat up, he could hear cries and shouts from the others. One person's shout stuck with him - It was from The Ark.
"Bellamy! Get out here!" he heard Octavia cry out. He ran out, wearing only a pair of underwear. He followed O's gaze and saw some form of pod, probably from The Ark, falling down and sprouting a parachute before disapearing over a nearby ridge.
"Look! It's going over that ridge." Octavia said, looking at him.
He then immidiately turned around and went back into his tent, scooping his shirt up off the ground and pulling it on.
"Hey Belly-baby, want to play?" One of the girls asked him, the blonde one in bed. The other one was standing up only wearing a pair of painties, her nipples hard in the cool night air. As the blonde said this, she pulled the covers off showing him her clean-shaven pussy and large tits, a sexy bedroom-ready look on her face, ready for him to jump on her and fuck her brains out.
"Not now, ladies. I have to go on patrol." As he said this, he slapped the standing brunette's ass while walking towards his gear in the corner, causing her to jump a bit and yelp in suprise, her boobs bouncing. As he neared the blonde, he leaned down and kissed her lips while he fondled her tits. Standing up, he tried to walk to his gear but she wouldn't let go of his hand. "Seriously ladies, I have to go. But play nice." After he said this, he threw on his shirt, jacket, pants, and belt, looping his ax through his belt and putting his knife in a makeshift sheath he had attached to the back of his belt. With this, he walked out of his tent and into another one that had become a makeshift commamd center. But as he walked out, his eye was caught on the two nude girls performing oral sex on eachother in the 69 position. 'Wish I could join in.' he thought. 'But I really have to make sure the people in that pod are dead and that the radio, if there is one, is destroyed.'
As he entered the command tent, the black man standing there, Christopher, looked up at him from a map where he had been discusing with several others, including Octavia.
"Hey Bellamy. The pod went over the next ridge but I think it didn't go very far. And whatever was in there should to be in good shape seeing as we couldn't hear or see an explosion."
"Alright. Um...spread the word." He said pointing at the other two in the tent. "We head out at first light."
"Yes sir." They both said as the walked out of the tent.
"But Bell, eveyone within a hundred miles saw that thing go down." Octavia said, annoyed at Bellamy. "We need to get to it before the grounders do."
"No. We wait 'till first light. It's too dangerous to go at night." Bellamy sternly responded.
Octavia looked at him, realizing that there was no real point in arguing. His opinion wouldn't change. She the stormed out of the tent, her opposition to his orders showing.
After talking with Chris for a few minutes, Bellamy left the tent and slipped out of camp, past the half-built wall. Once outside the wall, he snuck through the woods towards the area where Chris said the pod had gone down.
After walking through the woods for nearly a hour, Bellamy came across a small group of grounders marching towards what Bellamy could only guess was the crash. He silently slipped the ax from his belt and crept up behind the rear-most grounder. The group had come to a stop to rest, and were mostly talking in some strange language. All except for this one guy in back. As Bellamy snuck forward and bit, he stepped on a twig, breaking it.
"Shit." Bellamy muttered, but not quiet enough. The back grouder turned around, his back to the rest of the group, and reached for a bow that was slung over his back, sure that someone was there. His eyes were scanning the woods around the group. Quickley thinking, Bellamy lept forward and buried his hatchet down into the neck of the grounder. Tearing the ax out, he swung it sideways spliting the poor guy's head open, adding brain matter to the already large amounts of blood.
Now, the good news was that he had quickly killed off the only archer in the group. The bad news was that the rest of the group was now alerted to his position. As the one talking the least and the therefor least distracted sprang up, weapon drawn, Bellamy drew his knife and threw it, striking him in the neck. As blood streamed down their ally's neck and chest, the last two lept up, weapons drawn.
One of them lunged at Bellamy with a spear, which he side-stepped easily. He swung the ax down, striking off the point of the spear easily, then swung at the grounder's arm, cutting it's hand off. As the grounder screamed out in pain, the other one swung down at Bellamy with a club. The blow was easy enough to block, but he nearly buckled under the force of the blow. Whoever this was, they were strong.
As the grounder pulled their arm back again, Bellamy rolled out of the way and swung at the grounder's knee. Cutting deep into the flesh, the grounder colapsed on the wounded leg, shriking out in pain. As he stood up, Bellamy switly swung the ax into the head of the grounder, killing it. Looking at the carnage he had caused, he wreched the ax out of the dead grounder's head, causeing even more blood and brain to spurt out. He then turned around and pulled his knife out of a dead grounder's neck. Noticing the other grounder rolling on the ground, he walked over and slit his throat, killing him. As the blood pooled from the fresh cuts, he wiped his ax and knife clean of blood on the clothes of the one-handed grounder. And on he walked, determined to make sure that no one on The Ark learned that they were alive.
After walking for a few more miles, he came across the pod that had crashed to the ground. As he pried the door on the side open, he saw that there was a person in the pod. They were wearing a space suit with a raven printed on the side of the helmet. He also noticed a radio attached to the side of the inside pannel.
He leaned forward, knife in hand, towards the radio's wires, intending to cut them and toss the radio into the river. But as he reached forward, the person in the suit reached forward, pushing his hand out of the way.
"Hey. What the fuck are you doing?" the person asked weakly. It was a girl's voice, but she was very groggy from yhe crash. But she was a witness. He had to do what needed to be done.
'Crap. What am I going to do? If I outright stab her, it will look like I did it. But if it is an accident...' Bellamy thought, looking around the pod as the person in the suit shakily tried to remove her helmet. Tearing off a chuck of metal from the inside of the pod, Bellamy stabbed the girl in the gut, pushing the metal into her deep and twisting. 'I'll do what I have to do. I won't let anyone separate me and Octavia again.' He thought, desperatly trying to justify his actions.
As the girl pulled the helmet off, her face became contorted with pain and she screamed out, franticly trying to stop him from killing her in her dazed state. But it was no use. He shoved the metal in a bit more, and the girl's body started to go limp, she fought less and less, her cries growing weaker and quieter. Finally, Bellamy knew the deed was done when her head lolled down, chin touching her chest, black hair spreading out across her face and suit. Blood started to drool out of the side of her mouth.
"Bellamy? What's going on? We heard screams." Soneone shouted out behind him.
'Fuck! I didn't get rid of the radio! I should have just taken the radio and slit her throat like I did to the grounder.' He let go of the metal pannel, leaving it in her torso.
Turning around and thinking quickly, Bellamy looked at Clarke and Finn running out of the woods behind him.
"Help! There was a person in the pod and I think she's dead!" Bellamy yelled at them, putting panic into his voice. Little did he or Clarke note how pale Finn's face became when he saw the cracked helmet with a raven printed on the side lying on the ground, blood stained across a spiderweb crack in the glass.
Hey people! Thanks for reading. I will have another chapter on the 5th episode of season one, but tell me. Do you guys like it when the POV follows characters other than Clarke and Finn? Or should I keep it just following them? It is up to you. Tell me what you think if you review! Or dont, it's up to you. Thanks for reading!