Chapter 2
He couldn’t believe it. It’s been three months. Three months since she left. Three months of no contact with her what-so-ever. She’s barely been mentioned, at least around him unless they were organizing search parties for her. Now they have an idea of where she could be but, guess what? She could be dead by the time they get to her.
Wanheda, he thought. Commander of Death. Only Clarke. Of course she’d get branded with a name that has every grounder wanting her dead more than they already do.
Bellamy couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. He’s been worried about Clarke ever since she left. Now he’s got a chance to bring her back to Arkadia and guarantee that she’s safe. But first he had to go get her from another stupid grounder. Clarke, why do you always have to get yourself into these situations, he wondered.
Bellamy’s only thoughts were on Clarke and getting her back. He couldn't stop to think about how Farm Station survived. He was grateful for the extra help on saving Clarke but he couldn’t stop thinking about how much time they lost being trapped in the rover that could have been time spent catching up to where Clarke is. Wherever she is…, Bellamy thought, annoyed. There just had to be any army headed for Polis to get in our way right at the moment we find Clarke.
“We’re losing her.” Bellamy was mad. He just wanted to go, grab Clarke, and drag her back to Arkadia, whether she wanted to go or not. Instead they were just sitting there, in a cave, hiding out from the masses of Azgeda warriors marching outside.
Pike stopped Bellamy in his tracks for the second time, “Be patient. They will pass soon and then we’ll set out for Clarke the second it’s clear.” Once Bellamy saw Kane agree he settled down a little bit, reassured that once the warriors passed they’d go after her. These guys better march faster.
The time seemed to pass slowly. Monty got to reconnect with his mom, Hannah. She and Pike told him about how they landed. How beautiful the snow was, and how the kids loved it. They told him how his dad died a hero.
When Bellamy heard what happened to Monty’s dad, and Monty crying, it was like someone reached into his gut and squeezed his insides.The 100 never got a break. Arrested. Sent down to Earth to die. Once they survive they get attacked by grounders, acid fog, reapers, Mount weather… They lost people on their journey through hell. It’s bad enough that the Ark came down and now the adults want to take charge without really knowing what demons lie in the shadows, but now the remaining kids have to be hit by the deaths of their loved ones. Who knows what could be next for them.
Bellamy couldn’t stay on that line of thought. He didn’t want anything else happening to his friends. They’ve been through enough. More than they ever should have been put through, but they’ve survived. Some of them anyways… They all deserved to be able to be safe and loved.
Kane tried to tell Pike that not all grounder are like the Ice Nation. Pike told him there was no difference to him. A grounder was a grounder. Monty stopped crying and everyone was quiet for a while. The army was still outside. They had decided to rest in the clearing and Bellamy could hear them all talking excitedly in trigedasleng, a reminder to him that there was still an obstacle between him and Clarke.
He couldn’t wait any longer. When Hannah broke the silence and asked Monty what he’s been through on the ground Bellamy walked quietly over to the grounder bodies they dragged in with them. He made sure no one was paying attention to him and began taking off one of the grounder’s clothes. Once he finished with that, he took his own clothes off and changed into the clothes he just got off the grounder. Thanks buddy, he thought sarcastically. You’re doing me a great service.
He made sure everyone was paying attention to Monty before he walked out of the cave. Dressed in the dead Ice Nation warrior’s clothes he blended right in. He got most of the way across the clearing before he was stopped. He held his breath, hoping the tall warrior that stopped him wouldn’t ask him a question he didn’t understand. Instead the warrior just turned him the way they were about to start marching and left. Bellamy released his breath, relieved. He was lucky so far, but he didn’t want to push it. After walking forward a little bit he turned to the side of the clearing he saw Clarke and her captor walking toward.
Bellamy finally got across without any more incidents. He took a second to look back to check if he was followed and to calm himself down for a second. He continued on until he saw a blood smear on a pole and some stone stairs going down. I’m coming for you Clarke.
He took out his knife and started down the stairs slowly. It was darker when he reached the bottom but there was enough light for him to see someone’s wrists tied around a pillar. Clarke. He looked around as he walked toward her. When he reached her she breathed in deeply, as if he had woken her or surprised her. She probably thought he was that other guy.
He could see the surprise in her eyes when she recognized him. He didn’t see the fear. “I got ya,” he whispered as he removed her gag. He was so relieved at finding her, so happy at seeing her alive that he didn’t notice the other person in the room. “Look out!” Clarke yelled at him. He had just enough of a warning to block the blow aimed for his head but he was flat on his back in a second, sword to his throat.
Bellamy got a good look at the guy. Ice Nation. Of course. Clarke began to beg the attacker, “I’ll do anything! I’ll stop fighting. Just, please, stop!” What she said seemed to interest the Ice Nation warrior. He looked over at Clarke, as if he were really thinking about what she just said. He moved the sword away from Bellamy and looked down at him. Bellamy really thought he’d leave him alone, and he started thinking of ways he could attack him before he left with Clarke. Again.
Before he knew it, Bellamy was stabbed in the leg. It hurt like hell. The man stood above him as he screamed from the pain. “Don’t follow us,” he said, and then he swung his leg as if to kick Bellamy in the head. Bellamy was ready. He grabbed the knife he had attached to his side and held it toward the oncoming leg. He didn’t get there fast enough to stop the blow entirely, so he still got a good hit to the head but now the other guy was injured too.
The man dropped the knife he used to stab Bellamy before he went after Bellamy with the sword. Bellamy rolled out of the way and tried to stand on his leg dizzily. He didn’t feel the pain too much with all the adrenaline rushing through him so he could stand, but he couldn’t put too much weight on his left leg.
The sword broke a little bit from the impact of hitting concrete and Bellamy used the man’s surprise by kicking the sword out of his hands. The man recovered faster than Bellamy thought he would and punched at Bellamy, knocking his knife away. Bellamy had quick reflexes so one punch only got part of his jaw. Unfortunately for Bellamy, being punch a lot doesn’t make it hurt any less the next time it happens. The man was advancing on him, although his leg seemed to be slowing him down. He could even see blood coming from his abdomen. Maybe an old wound opened up. Bellamy, with an injured leg and a pounding headache, tried to think of ways he could get himself and Clarke out of this situation. To use the other guys injuries against him.
Then the guy was down on one knee, holding the back of his head, swaying. Clarke had somehow gotten free and snuck up on his from behind. She had a huge chunk of concrete in her hand. Bellamy snapped out of his shock and kicked the guy as hard as he could. He was out. Bellamy leaned against the wall to help support himself and looked up at Clarke. She was already staring at him, her eyes gleaming. “What took you so long, Princess?”
Clarke laughed a watery laugh before walking into his arms. They hugged for a few moments before they got to tying the warrior up. “Let me look at your leg,” Clarke said, her tone left no room for argument. And this time, he wasn’t going to argue. The guy got him good. Now that things have calmed down Bellamy could finally feel the pain in his leg. “It doesn’t look like he got any major arteries, which is good. It’s a clean cut, not jagged. It should heal okay, as long as you rest your leg.”
Bellamy stared at her while she tried her best to clean and bandage the wound. When she glanced up to check if he was still awake, she found his already-staring eyes. “What?” she smiled awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he said, smiling back. “I’m just glad to see you alive.”
Her eyes started to fill with unshed tears, “Yeah. You too.” Their smiles faded away and Clarke started back on his leg. It was going to be a long road to recovery.