The 100 Healing hearts Chapter 9 Bellamy
The group from Ice Nation finally reached their base camp where they had left their horses and gear.
The grounder threw Bellamy's limp body to ground without care. He had not moved since they hit him across the back of his head. The grounder carried him over his shoulder, causing the blood from his head wound to run across the left side of his face. He was hit hard and had not moved. The grounder that was leading the group checked to assure he was still breathing, they were instructed to bring him back alive, and to kill him would mean the death of the group. They knew the consequences of not following orders. After finding the gash on his head still pouring blood they haphazardly wrapped a rag around his head to stop the bleeding.
After the Grounders from the Ice Nation wrapped his head wound, the big man Hoisted Bellamy over his horse; tied him down and the group continued heading back to Polis.
The group came equipped with powerful sedatives for their prisoner, but the hard hit on his head made the use of them unnecessary for the time being.
When total darkness was finally upon them they stopped to make camp. The big man dismounted before he pulled Bellamy off the horse and dropped him to the ground.
When he hit the ground, it jarred him to consciousness, he moaned slightly, his mind still foggy, his head pounding, unsure where he was or what happened. Suddenly it hit him, he remembered seeing Octavia. The knife thrown, striking her. A sudden maddening rage took over. The grounders weren't prepared for the crazed animal he turned into. His hands were tied in front of him, but it didn't matter. The pain in his head was irrelevant; his insane madness took over everything. He was determined to kill anyone around him or die trying.
His captors were unaware of him being conscious until he was upon the first one. He used his tied hands as a double fist and slammed the grounder across the side of his face from behind. The blow was hard enough from Bellamy's adrenaline to knock the warrior out cold. Bellamy grabbed the man's knife as he went down, but that was the only jump Bellamy got on them. Bellamy knew he was completely outnumbered, but he wasn't thinking about odds, he was all rage and rammed his body full force into the next grounder with his shoulder, slamming the man into a tree before slashing upwards with the knife, slicing through his neck. He kicked the knees of another and the man fell forward and Bellamy came up with his tied fists still clenching the knife, stabbing the third man under his chin with the blade, killing him. He was turning to go for the one on his left when two men slammed into him, throwing him down hard. He kept kicking and struggling. "Get off me, you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you all," he screamed at them through clenched teeth. He was struggling and trying to push them off him. One hit him in the face hard, but it didn't faze him. He was a mad man and completely out of control. Three grounders were on top of him, holding him down. He had tears streaming down his face mixed with blood. They were tears of anger and madness mixed with deep sorrow, knowing they had killed his sister. He had lost everything and had nothing left. A fury mixed with grief and frustration overtook him as he screamed a blood curdling scream sounding like some type of wild animal. His captors were haunted by it, unsure of what to expect, unsure if his madness could be controlled. Finally the head grounder injected his neck with something that felt like fire. Bellamy convulsed momentarily before losing consciousness.
The Three men that were holding him down finally were able to roll off him and stand. They looked over to the two grounders Bellamy had killed and the one he knocked out, then down to Bellamy. They were surprised at his savagery, and had not believed he was really the warrior that could have taken out the Mountain Men, until the ferociousness that they had just witnessed. They were still unaware that Octavia was his sister, and he believed they had killed her. They did not know the mistake they made when they threw the knife, but they had just witnessed how dangerous he was. They determined he would have to be sedated and bound the rest of the trip.
They left the bodies of their dead behind, they only removed one hand, it was given to the family, if there was one, as proof of death. Unlike most clans, they didn't hold sentiment for the dead. To a warrior from the ice Nation, the dead were just gone.
The men moved quickly. They knew they couldn't keep Bellamy sedated too long, so they quickened their pace.
"He is insane," said the large grounder. "I say we kill him. Nothing but death will follow us as long as we have him."
"We have orders, they want him alive," said the lead grounder.
It took the grounders a week to get to Polis. They rode steady, only stopping to eat and rest. They let Bellamy wake up each day but kept him bound. He was out of his head, unsure where he was or what was happening, but he would thrash about. The drug was powerful and the effect lasting between doses kept him out of his head. He doesn't remember much about the trip, just the constant jostle and a throbbing pain in his head. He had no idea how long he had been captured or where he was.
They arrived in the city and made their way immediately to their main headquarters. The people of Polis didn't pay attention to Bellamy being bound up, as it was not uncommon for prisoners to be brought into the city. Inside the main quarters of the Ice Nation, they hoisted him over the big man's shoulder and carried him downstairs and chained him in a basement cell.
He was still slightly sedated, but when he hit the ground, his whole body felt weighted and heavy. The floor was hard dirt with bits of old straw, the walls concrete. There was a tiny rectangular window high beyond anyone's reach. He woke and tasted dirt, sweat and felt dried blood that had crusted on his face and neck. He reached up feeling some rag that had been wrapped around his head. His head had a throbbing pain. His neck sore, he touched it and felt a slight raise and soreness. He vaguely remembered being injected with something, but his mind was fuzzy as he tried to focus. He lifted his upper body, sitting on his hip, holding his weight up on both hands, his head still hanging down, raising it made the throbbing worse, but slowly he did, looking around, trying to figure out where he was, then noticing his ankle was shackled with chains that were bolted to the wall. He sat up straighter trying to free himself.
Then he gave up, finally sitting back against the wall, his legs in front of him. Bellamy looked at his wrists, touching the rope burns that were left from having been bound. He looked around, trying to remember what happened. Flashes of memories came to him with a knife, attacking, slashing, and then the shocked expression on Octavia's face staring back at him, holding onto the knife protruding from her body. The image in his mind caused his body to begin shaking, as a flood of raw emotion seeped out with tears streaming down his face, before an animalistic rage began to creep in. He was losing himself to the madness and anger from seeing the murder of his little sister and being unable to stop it. Bellamy realized death followed him but he didn't care anymore, he was going to kill them all that were responsible. If he died trying, it wouldn't matter, it would be his release from the hell he felt was this Earth.