| whatever it takes
AZGEDA
For the past week, all Bellamy was doing was trying to track Charlotte down. The girl seemed to vanish completely, he looked for her in the entire town, but he failed to find her.
Whatever she did with his mother's birth certificate, it couldn't be anything good. He wondered if she'd done anything at all, maybe she just took it because it looked valuable? God, he hoped that was it.
He was now sitting on one of the creaky benches on the square, accompanied by an old lady who was knitting. The day was pretty cold and he was wearing only a thin sweater, definitely too light for any day during the year in Ice Nation, even in the summer.
"You look miserable, boy" he heard a voice, it took him a moment to realize it was an elderly woman next to him talking. "What is it that you're so worried about?"
"Just some family business." He sent her a warm smile, seeing she was visibly and genuinely concerned.
"Oh, family can be real pain in the ass." She seemed clearly amused by his shocked reaction to her words. "What? Too strong words for an old lady?"
"No, ma'am" he muttered and she laughed slightly at his abashment.
"There's no need for you to call me like that, kid" she said. "Now tell me, what's that family trouble?"
"You wouldn't understand." He didn't mean to be rude to the woman who was nothing but nice to him. But there was no way in hell he was telling her about his problems. Too many people knew about it already. And it's not like it was something he could trust anybody with. "It's... Complicated."
They fell into silence, her coming back to knitting, him staring at the open space of the square.
„That's a pretty book you have here" she said after a few minutes with a warm smile on her face, pointing at The Tales of Fire lying on his lap."Have you read it yet?"
"No" he responded truthfully. He tried to read something from the book his sister had given him for Unity Day, but he couldn't focus, it was the last thing he could think about. "It looks interesting though."
"It's about Fayagedakru, right?" she asked and he nodded. He had already managed to see that the book was a bunch of stories and legends about the so called thirteenth clan. He didn't know much about it but the fact that it was completely destroyed after Praimfaya. "Those bastards."
"Why'd you say so?" he was pretty surprised by her statement. The last People of Fire were worshiped in Arkadia, after all the Griffins and the Lightbournes were one of them.
He was one of them as well.
"I'll tell you something, kid. You should never trust people who play with fire."
"What do you mean?" he wasn't quite sure what she was referring to. He wasn't familiar with the history of Fayagedakru, he never owned a book that would say something about it.
"These people brought the fire that destroyed the world" she explained. Bellamy assumed she was talking about Praimfaya, the fire that almost caused the word to end. He only heard some people saying it was sent by the Fayagedakru, but he didn't really believe it. "And they will do it again."
"I thought there was no Fayagedakru anymore. They're dead."
"Not all of them" she looked up at him from the knitting she was doing. "The Griffins, the Lightbournes and all those nightbloods, they're still here."
He had no idea what nightblood meant, but he didn't ask, he didn't want to seem stupid. It probably wasn't important anyway. He was much more interested in the fact that she said about the Griffins. He'd heard a lot about that family lately, Octavia told him about the rumors she'd heard, but he refused to believe them.
"The Griffins?"
"Don't tell me you believe they're really gone, son." Bellamy felt horribly stupid when he talked to the woman, realizing how little he knew about the world that surrounded him. "They'll come back eventually and they will bring a war upon Arkadia."
He felt more and more dumb with every word that was said, but he wanted to understand her point of view. “How can you know it?”
"That's just what they do" she said. "The fire people. They bring fire and death. Eden will never be a safe place if even one of them is alive."
Bellamy tensed. They bring fire and death. Was that all who he and Octavia were? Was that what they were born to do?
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, kid." The old lady had to notice his consternation. She glanced at him and her eyes stopped at his hands. He could tell her eyes widened for a second. He assumed she noticed the small black scars on his hands that he got when he was working. She didn't say anything about it though, she sent him a smile instead. "You look cold. Maybe I should make a sweater for you."
He was about to say something when all of sudden, he noticed a person he tried so hard to find. Charlotte was running towards him. "Bellamy?"
He got up quickly and faced her, prepared that she might run away again. He didn't know what to expect from her. “Charlotte.”
"I- I did a bad thing" she started, staring at him fearfully and Bellamy froze. He already knew where this was going. "That document about your mom, I took it."
"I know." His voice was emotionless, even though his heart was racing. "Where is it?"
"I- I gave it to my dad" she was almost crying at that point, but Bellamy couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for her. "I thought it was something important and that he'd let me back to the house..."
"Charlotte, where the hell is it?" he almost screamed at her, making her cower. He felt bad for it, but that didn't matter at the moment. The important thing was that they were possibly in danger. Octavia was in danger.
"He sent it to Polis" she whispered.
"Polis?" he sluttered out after a few seconds. Out of all possible scenarios, it was the worst that could happen. King already knew they were there. And Bellamy was damn sure that he wouldn't care to keep the people who had better claim to the throne than he did alive.
"Dad said it would get him back the position in the army" she started explaining herself. "But when I asked him what would happen to you, he said they... He said they'd probably hurt you... I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"
They'd hurt you. Bellamy didn't trust Charlotte or her father at all, but he trusted that the man, after serving so many years in the army, knew how it worked there. If he openly said they would hurt them, then they would. They would hurt Octavia. No, he couldn't let that happen.
"Don't" Bellamy stopped her and she went silent immediately. He came back to the branch to pick up the book he left there. The old lady was watching the situation and when she saw him approaching, she smiled at him slightly, looking like she knew exactly what was happening.
"See?" she said. „All they do is destroy. You better run, boy."
She didn't look like she was surprised by the fact that the king himself sent his guards to track him and his sister, just two unnamed kids, down. He didn't have time to dwell on that though, he needed to make sure Octavia wouldn't be harmed.
It was just him, a small, meaningless boy against the king and his realm.
***
Bellamy didn't have to think twice about who to ask for help. He wished he didn't have to get anyone involved, but there was no way he could handle it alone.
He walked down the street, heading to the bazaar. He saw the person he was looking for, but right before he could go and talk to her, he noticed a few men - three, at least - in the shiny armors and red capes. It didn't take him a long time to realize they were the royal guards and they were most likely looking for him.
Bellamy quickly hid behind some stalls, hoping the guards wouldn't see him. He didn't know how much they knew about him, but with his curly hair and toned skin color, he was distinctive. If they saw him, they would probably notice he wasn't just a regular Azgeda inhabitant.
He watched from the distance as they approached Diana Sydney and most likely started asking her some questions. He wasn't surprised they went straight to her. Despite not being a highborn, she was a powerful woman with powerful friends. She knew things.
Bellamy was more than sure they were asking her about him and Octavia, he could reason it out from the confused look ok her face. He could only hope she wouldn't tell them anything, because that woman knew a lot about him. If she started talking, he might as well go straight to the guards and turn himself in.
When she looked up, she noticed him somehow and their eyes crossed. He shook his head in the silent plead. Please, he mouthed. He was ready to get on his knees and beg her if he needed to.
He couldn't hear what she was saying, but it seemed that she sent them off, because they walked away. Bellamy made sure they were gone before he approached Diana. "What have you done?" she asked him the second he was close enough to hear her.
"I need to get out of here" he blurted, avoiding answering to her question
"Troit? It's not hard."
"Azgeda."
"Yeah, right" she let out a slight laugh, like she didn't believe he was serious. "And you're telling me this because..?"
"Diana, I'm serious. I need your help."
She frowned. Bellamy knew that she didn't necessarily want to help him go anywhere. She had a sort of soft spot on him, she liked having him around. She liked looking at him, or touching him when she had the possibility, he was probably the only reason she was still coming to Troit so often. Bellamy knew all that.
"And why would I help you?" she turned around, obviously uninterested in what he was saying. Of course she wouldn't help him for free. If she was going to do anything for him, she had to make sure she'd get something in return.
"Look" he grabbed her hand and she immediately turned her head back to him, raising her brow. Bellamy sighed, knowing exactly where it was going. "I'll do anything."
***
Bellamy was willing to do everything it took to protect his sister. Everything.
He was fourteen when they lost their mother and shortly after that - their house. They were left with nothing. They ended up on the streets, with only a few boxes of their mother's worthless stuff; they wandered from one door to another, hoping someone would have mercy and let them stay. Sometimes they found a place to wait the night out, but most of the times they fell asleep curled up in some corner where there wasn't much snow, Bellamy wishing he could give all of his heat to his little sister.
He met Diana Sydney by accident, a couple of months after his mother died. He was on the square with Octavia when he heard someone talking about that rich woman who sold jewelry looking for someone to work for her. Back then he didn't know what kind of job would that be, but he didn't care much. They needed a stable source of money to survive, so he went for it.
When he first saw her, she intimidated him a lot. She was a powerful, grown woman in her mid thirties, he was just a fourteen years old boy. He remembered the way she looked at him, with that seductive smirk on her face.
"I need a job" he said, trying to sound more confident than he looked. He didn't necessarily have a body of an athlete back then, nothing near that. He was thin and boyish. He was weak.
"Everybody does" she responded, scanning his body. "The question is, what are you willing to do to get it?"
"Everything" he stated without a doubt. He wasn't lying. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for Octavia.
"Great" He remembered that moment very well, he remembered how she tilted her head to the side and spread her legs, lifting up her dress. He remembered the look in her eyes, that dark, hungry look. "Take off your clothes. Prove me you're worth it."
Bellamy remembered he was scared. Being a fourteen years old kid, he didn't have any experience with women, he wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to do anything. But Diana didn't seem to care about any of these, so, with his weak, shaking arms, he slowly took off his shirt and approached her.
He supposed this was how it started for his mother. He told himself it was just that one time, that he wouldn't do this anymore. But then Diana wanted him to prove her more, she promised him a lot of money, so much he would be a fool if he rejected her. He needed that money to buy Octavia food. So he kept coming to her and then to other people too. Bellamy would never think that there were so many people - both men and women, all of them at least twice his age - who would pay fortune just to screw a teenage boy.
It's not like it was the only thing he did. Diana actually got him a job, he worked for her for nearly eight years, he could call himself a sort of her personal guard. It was more than that though. He was basically her errand boy, taking care of her grunt work. If she needed someone to be beaten up, he went to beat up the person. And if she needed someone to fuck, he had to be there for her. He never liked either of those, but she paid him a lot, so he wasn't about to quit.
It was never easy. But every time he felt like he was done with it, he thought about Octavia. He did it for her. He always did it for her.
So now that he crawled from Diana's bed, he didn't really feel anything. He was used to that. He wasn't exactly proud of himself since he stopped working for her nearly two years ago, back then he promised himself that he wouldn't do it again. He didn't like any second of being with her, but if it bought him Octavia's safety, he wasn't going to complain.
"You were even better than I remembered" Diana giggled, watching him as he quickly got dressed. "I missed having you in my bed."
"I don't have time for this" he grunted, sounding not friendly at all, but he knew she felt too blissful to get offended. "I did my part. It's your turn."
"Alright" she stood up from the bed and approached him, not bothering to put any clothes on. She stopped right behind him, putting her hands on his arms and lifting her head to his ear. "Where do you want to go?"
Bellamy felt all of his muscles tense. He didn't like the effect she had on him, it was thrilling in a very unpleasant way. He could feel her power, the control she had over his life. He just knew he couldn't say no to her and that may have been the reason he hated her touch so much.
"Trikru? A land of beautiful and wild women" she whispered to his ear making him shiver. "Men too."
"I need to go somewhere far from Polis" he finally cut off, done playing her games. He needed to leave as soon as possible. "And far from here."
"Trishanakru might do it then. It's far and the Lightbournes don't get invested much in there."
"Good." He made a step forward to get away from her touch. "When are we leaving?"
"Come to the square in the evening" she said as she reached her clothes and slowly started putting them on. "I'll provide you transport to the coast and then you'll get on a ship to Trishanakru. You shouldn't have any problems on the way there."
"Good. Thank you."
The shiver ran through his spine at the thought of hopping on the ship and leaving Azgeda once and for good. He'd never left Ice Nation, hell, he'd never seen a sea in his life. It would be more difficult than he supposed, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel excited about it.
"Don't thank me" Diana said. "You're not gonna like it there. You will wish you never left."
"And why is that?" He glanced at her, furrowing his eyebrows at her words. He didn't think that Trishanakru could be any worse than Azgeda was.
"You won't fit in there. They're very peaceful people..." she trailed off before turning her face to him. "You're not."
***
Bellamy spent the next two hours packing up his and Octavia's things. There wasn't much to pack, really, since they didn't have a lot. He tossed most of their clothes to the only bag they owned. It should have taken him much less time, but he spent nearly an hour just looking at their belongings and at their home they had to leave. He didn't necessarily expect it to be easy, but he didn't think it would be so hard either. He never had an easy life, so it's not like he had many happy memories from his childhood. But, after all, Troit was his home. It was there that he grew up, that he lived his whole life. It was there that he held his sister right after she was born.
He never expected to feel so nostalgic about that place.
He glanced at the books he tossed in the corner. He couldn't take all of them, so he decided to pack only The Tales of Fire. The rest of them didn't have much value anyway. The book wasn't big, so hid it in the pocket of his jacket, just to make sure he wouldn't lose it on the way.
Octavia came home right before it got dark outside. She didn't know about any of his plans or even about the fact that their mother's birth certificate was stolen, he hadn't told her yet. Bellamy wasn't sure how to start this conversation. His sister wouldn't like the idea of leaving their home just like that.
"We're leaving" he finally blurted when they were done eating dinner, Octavia washing dishes for once.
"What?" Octavia turned around and glanced at Bellamy like she didn't actually believe him. "What do you mean we're leaving?"
"They know" he whispered, looking her in the eyes and Octavia almost dropped the plate she was holding. "They found out..." he trailed off, not wanting to admit how they'd found out about them in the first place. He was too ashamed to tell her that this was all his fault. "Someone found that birth certificate and they're coming for us. We have to leave and we have to do it now."
Octavia opened her mouth and then closed it. She was looking for something to say, she probably had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but all that came out of her was, "How?"
"I'll tell you everything I know later, I promise" he assured her. "Now we got to leave. I packed our things, we're ready to go-"
"So we're leaving?" she cut off before he could finish the sentence. "Just like that? Bellamy, Troit is our whole life!"
"You are my whole life, O!" he snapped, raising his voice more than he intended to. "They're gonna hurt you, can't you see that?"
"Bell-"
He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered his head so that their eyes were on the same level, just like he used to do when she was much smaller. "Look, I don't care where we go as long as we're together, okay? I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you."
Octavia sighed and nodded slightly. "We don't have money to pay for the transport" she pointed.
"Don't worry, I took care of that."
"How?"
Bellamy backed off and took a deep breath. He knew his sister wouldn't be content with him going to Diana. Even though she didn't know the whole story - Bellamy always made sure she wouldn't find out what he really did for living - Octavia could feel something was wrong. She had that gift he didn't have, she could read every person like an open book and he didn't have to tell her anything for her to know that something was wrong.
Bellamy closed his eyes for a longer second. "I asked Diana for help."
Octavia was clearly worried. "What? Bell, you promised you'd never go to her again."
"I had no choice."
"What did you do?"
"I paid her" he lied. He hated lying to Octavia more than anything, but he wouldn't let her worry about him. And he certainly wasn't willing to admit to her that he wasn't so different from their mother. "It's all taken care of, she'll get us transit and it's gonna be fine." He smiled at her warmly. "You'll see a real sea on the way, O. You've always wanted to."
She returned the smile. "So we're gonna be fine?"
"Yeah" he said. "It's gonna be okay, I promise."
Octavia was difficult sometimes, she took her time to process things, but in the end of the day she was really mature and understanding. And Bellamy couldn't be more grateful to the universe for having her.
***
An hour later they were ready to leave. Octavia was frantically walking around the house as if to make sure she'd packed everything, even though there wasn't much left to take. She was scared, Bellamy could see that. Hell, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared himself.
Eventually, he grabbed her by her forearm to stop her. "We have to go, O. Diana's waiting."
She nodded slightly. "Right."
In silence they looked around their house, one more time before leaving. Bellamy spotted something in the corner of the living room - something he truly forgot they owned because they never used it. A shiny sword.
That sword was the only thing left by Octavia's father. Augustus Blake was a soldier in Azgeda's army. Bellamy was almost ten when he died from sepsis, Octavia was four, so she couldn't really remember him that well.
Since Bellamy wasn't his son, the man never really liked him. However, Augustus gave him his name and kept him in his house which he didn't have to do, so Bellamy was grateful. He knew that his sister's father was a good man and that he surely loved Octavia and Aurora.
Bellamy grabbed the sword and its scabbard lying next to it. He knew something about using it, Augustus had taught him how to wield a sword. He would always tell him that he needed to know how to protect his mother and his sister when he had to. Bellamy was a kid back then, but he did learn a thing or two. This and the later experience he got from working for Diana Sydney made him quite a good fighter.
He placed the sword in the scabbard and then fastened it to the belt of his pants. "You're taking a sword?" Octavia asked, sounding distressed.
"Just in case."
Octavia didn't say anything to that. In silence, Bellamy grabbed their bag and they walked out of their house, heading to the square. It was already dark outside, but a lot of people were still milling around the place, enjoying a relatively warm evening. When Bellamy and Octavia got to the square, they noticed it was still surprisingly crowded.
"Wait here" Bellamy told Octavia and handed her the bag. "I'll find Diana."
He edged his way through the crush, trying to find the woman he was looking for. It wasn't easy, considering the place was lit illuminated only by a few torches and the moonlight. Finally, after a good couple of minutes, he spotted her on the opposite side of the plaza. He was already halfway there when he heard some turmoil behind him and then a voice, a voice he thought he heard before. "That's him!" it said. "That's him, Charlotte, right? The one with curly hair. That's the guy you described."
Bellamy froze.
For a second, he considered running. But then he realized that all the eyes were on him, so he couldn't just disappear in the crowd. And with that amount of people standing on his way, he didn't stand a chance.
They got him.
Bellamy tried to keep a level head. But all he could think about was that a chance for him and Octavia to run away was irrevocably gone. He could only pray that she wouldn't do anything stupid. He knew he would be caught within seconds, but she could still get away.
He desperately tried to find the sight of his sister in the crowd. It took him a second, maybe two. Octavia looked absolutely terrified and he wished he could hug her and tell her that everything would be okay, just like he did every time she cried. But he couldn't do it, so instead he just shook his head faintly to let her know that she shouldn't do anything to get to him.
It all happened quickly. One second he was looking at his sister and the other, the old guard blocked his view of her. "Is your name Bellemy?" he asked, mispronouncing his name. Bellamy didn't react to his question, but the man must have taken his silent response as a yes. "You will come with us. King's orders."
He felt as if he was in some sort of trance. It all just didn't feel real, not until he heard one of the four other guards say, "We gotta find his sister. I'm sure she's somewhere here." The soldier turned his head to Bellamy. "You mind telling us where she is? It would save us some time."
"She's not here" Bellamy heard himself saying something that was like an automatic response. He said it too fast, too firmly for those men to believe him.
"Yeah, right" the man responded, once again turning to his comrades. "Comb the square, she must be here."
Bellamy heard voices, people were whispering, parents were dragging their kids away from him and the soldiers. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Charlotte with his father, even in the darkness he could see the tears in her eyes.
And then he saw that one of the five guards moved right in Octavia's direction. They'd find her, it was just a matter of time. Even though they didn't look exactly alike - Octavia was almost a copy of their mother while Bellamy must have been similar to his father, whoever that was - they had some similarities. Besides, the guards could just simply ask someone from the crowd and Bellamy was damn sure none of these people would lie to protect them.
He had to do something, anything that would turn their focus from Octavia. That one soldier was dangerously close to her, so he had to act fast. There were two guards that stood beside him, making sure he wouldn't run away. Since he didn't offer resistance, they just stood there, without tying him or doing anything to cage him in. Bellamy didn't have to think twice before he grabbed the sword handle and swiftly pulled it out of the scabbard.
He heard sudden gaps and even some screams, but it took the soldiers one second too long to realize what was happening. Using their too slow reaction, he attacked one of them, slicing his leg. He didn’t want to kill them. Not yet, anyway.
The man screamed and the other guards struck back at him and Bellamy found himself in the middle of the fight, him against four trained men, since the one he attacked was out, at least for those few precious seconds.
And then he realized that he didn’t know what they really wanted to do with them. They could have as well got an order to kill them right there, but only wanted to do it in less public place. Since he assaulted them, the chances that him and Octavia would actually survive it were minimal. It was them or the soldiers, his and his sister’s lives or theirs. And it could be the only way, the only possibility to come out of this alive.
So in this one short second when he was out of most of the guards’ reach, he turned to the one that was near enough and stabbed him right in the stomach.
Bellamy had seen death. He’d seen Octavia’s father taking his last breath before he closed his eyes forever. He’d seen his mother, lying on the floor, choking in her own vomit, her body cold and still. He’d seen mothers giving birth to dead babies and then dying a few minutes after that. He’d seen corpses of the people that no one cared about enough to bury, decaying on the streets.
But he never was the one who’d be the cause of death.
People were screaming, but he couldn’t quite hear them. Children were crying, but he couldn’t really see them. All he could see was the blood draining from the guard’s stomach and the sword that was the reason of that. He took a little too long, contemplating about what he did, because when he turned his head, the rest of the men were right behind him. He only managed to pull his sword out and swing it, slitting a soldier’s throat.
Diana was right. He wasn’t peaceful at all.
The second kill didn’t come out to be such a shock for him, he didn’t spend so much time watching his victim falling on the ground. But that didn’t help him, because there were still three of them and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, somebody’s leg on his back and a sword on his throat.
“Don’t kill him” one of the three left guards ordered, he was the oldest of them all and probably the most important one. “The king wants them in one piece.”
„Right,” the younger soldier said, kneeling next to Bellamy. “Listen, buddy. You’re gonna tell us where your little sister is or I’m gonna cut your fingers off, one by one. Got it?”
Bellamy didn’t respond to that which cost him a kick on his face. He groaned with pain, spitting up blood.
He probably deserved it.
“I won’t tell you anything” he mumbled, getting another kick, this one stronger.
Because he still didn’t say anything, the man lowered his face to him and grabbed Bellamy’s hand, taking out the knife from his pocket. “I’ll count to three.”
Bellamy was almost sure he heard Octavia screaming his name somewhere in that crowd. But maybe those men couldn’t heard that in the noise the scared people made, or maybe he was just attentive to her voice.
“One.”
God, why was she still there?
“Two.”
He felt like Octavia’s voice was growing louder, more desperate. They would catch her. It was just a matter of seconds.
“Three.”
With that word, he could feel the guard pulling a knife to one of his fingers and he closed his eyes, getting ready to whatever was about to happen. But before anything could happen, he heard a voice, “Stop that madness. She’s not here.”
Diana Sydney was standing above him, distracting the soldier’s attention from him. “Get out of here, it’s not something a woman should be watching” the man said sharply.
“Then stop what you’re doing” she responded, her voice keeping a stoic timbre. “I’ve seen the one you’re looking for leaving the town today. You won’t find her here, so you can stop playing your little games with all these women and children around.”
Bellamy dared to raise his head as much as he was able to in his position and glanced up at her. He was shocked. He’d never expect her to do something like that. Getting him transport was one thing, but lying to the men from the royal army was another.
“Why would we believe you, ma’am?” the oldest one asked almost politely.
„I’m not a liar” she stated, putting a little smile on her face. “You can ask anyone you want, my reputation is quite established. In fact, you can ask my good friend, Sinclair. He’s the commander of the royal army, isn’t he?”
They exchanged glances, as if they tried to silently decide whether they should believe her or not.
“I’m just trying to save your time, gentlemen” she continued. “You can either go to Polis with the murderer or you can stay, trying to find someone who’s not here, risking that he’ll get away” she told them as she pointed at Bellamy. “The choice is yours.”
“Thank you, ma’am” the old guard said after a few seconds of intense thinking. “Emerson,” he called, probably referring to one of his comrades. “Tie him up. We’re heading to Polis.”
Bellamy couldn’t believe that Diana actually managed to convince them to leave Octavia. That woman caused him a lot of harm during the almost ten years he’d known her, but in that moment, he couldn’t be more grateful to her.
One of the men abruptly made him
get up, with sword still dangerously close to his throat. He looked around, trying to find Octavia in the crowd. He needed to see her, just one last time.
He spotted her in the same place he’d left her. Their eyes crossed and he could see fear in hers. When his hands were being tied, she looked like she was about to come to him and turn herself in, making Bellamy want to scream at her. But before she could make a step, someone caught her by her arms. A tall, dark-skinned man with some sort of tattoo on his head was holding Octavia still. Bellamy didn’t know who that was and what he was doing there with his sister.
But soon, the same guy was dragging Octavia from the crowd and seconds later, Bellamy lost the sight of her.
He sank to his knees, only then did his failure start to hit him. He promised her he’d protect her. He failed.