This Chapter was difficult. I hope you don't find it to dark. I usually try to have chapters written one or two ahead of what I release, in case I need to make changes, so hopefully they will be released every day or two until I get to a slower pace, it all depends on how fast they come spilling out of my head...
The 100 Healing Hearts Chapter 13 Bellamy
His own heavy breathing was a muffled echo in his ears. Each breath came out as white steam; leaving his lips dry. Bellamy's dark eyes were glazed over in hatred, unable to gain a grasp on anything other than wanting to kill the ones who were responsible for the events that took Octavia's life. His focus was on the door, waiting for his next victim to enter. He no longer cared about his own safety. He considered himself already a dead man and was ready to kill as many as he could before they killed him. His hate was all consuming.
He sat with his back against the wall, waiting. Slowly he began to rise when he senses someone outside the door. The creaking, heavy bolts move and the door opens as the two guards step in the room.
He wasn't sure if they were the ones that brought him here, he didn't get a clear look at them when he was so heavily drugged, but it didn't matter. They were all the same to him now; they were Ice Nation, that's all that mattered.
When they stepped closer, Bellamy attacked, lunging at one guard like a wild animal. Bellamy went for his neck with both hands as he tried to rip the man's throat out. Bloody gashes and cuts were left when the guard retreated out of Bellamy's grasp. The only thing saving him was the shackles that held Bellamy back by one ankle.
The second guard with a red beard, tried going for Bellamy from the left, but Bellamy was quick and ducked away, only to trip the guard, and then he jumped on top of him. His knee pressed into the man's back between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Bellamy grabbed the guard by his hair; began slamming his face into the floor over and over, breaking his nose.
Two more guards rushed in; attacking Bellamy at both sides. Each man was holding onto him as he struggled with all his strength. They pulled him off the guard he had been attacking, who was already out cold; his face covered in blood turning his red beard from a copper color to a deep red. Bellamy's expression was all hate and crazy with rage, struggling to free himself from the two holding him, in hopes to do more damage. Seeing the guard's bloody face only made Bellamy's hunger to kill grow.
The first guard his neck bleeding; walked up to him. Bellamy slowed his struggling down unable to get away from the two men holding him, spat into the face of the guard he had first attacked. The man slammed his fist first into Bellamy's gut, hard enough to lift his feet from the ground, then with Bellamy doubled over, and he hit him again hard to the side of his jaw. The two guards still held him up under both arms, but his legs wouldn't hold his weight as he stumbled.
"We'll Sky Warrior, we'll see just how powerful you really are," said the Guard that had just punched him.
Bellamy found his footing. He stood upright. He glared at the guard through his dark piercing eyes. "You're dead," was all he said in an evil chilling tone.
The guard reached into his pouch and pulled out a set of shackles. He glanced into Bellamy's eyes that stared, cold, back into his, as he shackled Bellamy's wrists together in irons. He was still being held on both sides by the two guards. The guard tried to put a steel color around his neck attached to a metal pole. Bellamy fought against it, pulling and trying to keep them from humiliating him further, it was just like Mount Weather all over again, and he wasn't going to make it easy for them, finally they managed to secure the steel collar. The restraints that kept him chained to the wall were unlocked and the third guard that had punched his jaw held onto the chain and the steel pole as he was led out of the room like an animal. The hatred in Bellamy continued to grow.
He didn't know where he was going. It didn't matter. He knew his death was coming, but he would fight to the end and kill as many of the Ice Nation as he could. They started this and he was going to make them pay for killing Octavia. His heart was beating as if it would burst through his chest, he could hear the beat muffled in his ears, his jaws clenching up and down, his anger was like a volcano ready to erupt. He thought he was being taken to his death, and the first second they loosened their grip on him, he would unleash every ounce of power he had, and make them remember and regret starting this. Knowing he was going to die made him less afraid, and more reckless. Every guard he passed on the way to where they were taking him, he put his eyes on. Like they were prey, visualizing the way he wanted to end them. As they walked him higher from his basement cell, he grew more anxious and his heartbeat quickened. Finally they stepped out into the sunlight. The glare hurt his eyes, from having been in the dark cell for days. He glanced around and began to struggle against his restraints.
He was in a city. Unsure where, it was busy, and there were people around. They looked at him as if he were a monster, afraid to get close. He didn't care. He was thrown into a caged wagon, his irons still holding him prisoner. The wagon made its way through the city, and he began to hear the people shouting and cheering. He thought he was going to his execution. He pushed down his fear, with the image of Octavia's face when they killed her. The memory fueled the animalistic rage in him that took over with even a stronger urge to kill.
By the time they entered the arena he was becoming uncontrollable, unwilling to see anything except the guard that opened his cage. He lunged for him ready to kill. The noise escalated with his fight. The iron around his neck, held Bellamy at bay as he tried to swing and attack anyone near him. He was a wild man fighting to get free, struggling, grunting, clenching. His whole life he struggled to keep his anger in check, now it no longer mattered. These people had taken Octavia away from him; killed her. He had nothing left. They were going to kill him. The cheering crowd infuriated him even more, making everything feel surreal, they were going to kill him and they wanted a show so he would give it; and would take as many with him that he could.
They pulled away the wagon, leaving Bellamy and four guards in the center of a large arena; solid wood fencing enclosing them inside. In the center of the arena there stood a large pole; like that of a ships mast. They secured his ankle chains to a large iron ring that was fixed to the pole. The four guards fought to pin Bellamy to the ground, holding him there by the neck collar and finally, released the shackles on his wrists. When they unleashed the neck collar that held him down, he jerked up and went into attack mode going for the nearest guard. The men rushed back, Bellamy's leg iron prevented him from reaching them. He was aware of the crowd, but unresponsive to them, they only wanted the entertainment of his death. He hated them all. He only focused on the guards standing just out of his reach. His anger grew exponentially, and then he screamed an animalistic scream of frustration that quieted the crowd.
"Bellamy" his name was shouted, for a moment he thought it was familiar, then the crowd erupted in cheers, and chanting of "Bellamy, Bellamy."
The noise and cheering for his death enraged him even more. He pulled at his chain trying to break them. He pulled with both hands holding his foot against the post for leverage. His struggle causing more cheers from the people that had gathered to watch him die. The noise was deafening.
Finally the gate to the arena opened and an Ice Nation warrior stepped into the enclosure. He was bare chested and large. He had no weapon other than his strength. Bellamy saw him coming, the man was big, but Bellamy didn't falter, as soon as he was close enough, Bellamy attacked, wild and vicious. The Ice Warrior didn't expect it so quickly, his weight made him slower. Bellamy immediately went for the man's knees, he went down hard, and Bellamy was instantly on him without mercy. He slammed his head into the hard surface over and over, just as he did with the guard in his cell earlier. The Ice warrior had no chance as Bellamy went insane reaching around the digging his large hands into his victim's throat ripping and tearing as blood gushed covering the both of them. Bellamy Screamed as he stood, he faced the cheering people; blood soaked, and clenched his fists in hatred at them, at everything. He looked back at the dead man, his visions of Octavia flashing across his memory and he jumped back down and started ripping and tearing at him again. Bellamy stood and screamed again, pulling at his chains trying desperately to free himself, leaving his chains covered in the crimson red of blood from his hands.
He saw to his left, one of his guards itching his way closer holding the neck iron and shackles. It was the same man Bellamy had attacked in his cell.
Bellamy was instantly on him, slamming the man to the ground, he wrapped his blood stained chain around the guard's neck, and stood up, and pulling with all his might, crushing the guard's windpipe with the chain. "I told you, you were dead," said Bellamy through clenched teeth.
Bellamy stood up again, lunging after the the guards, daring them to come at him. "Bellamy no!" he heard the scream again. His eyes became clear as he glanced up focusing on the stage of dignitaries for the first time. There she sat, watching. It was Clarke, he couldn't mistake her. The blonde hair, dressed in finery, she was there watching him turn into an animal. But why would she join these people, why would she watch the barbarism that these people relished? His world crumbled even more, he was done.
Three guards quickly rushed him throwing him to the ground, but shock kept him from fighting, he felt a sharp stab in his neck. His eyes grew heavy and everything was spinning, unable to keep focus. Blackness enveloped him as the dying echo of the crowd faded.