Red Rover

[Avery Montgomery]

TAKE AN ANGEL BY THE WINGs
BEG HER NOW FOR ANYTHING; Ask her for the strength to stay
TAGGED Bellamy Blake	Avery had a problem obeying the rules sometimes. He would never do anything dangerous, like leave Arkadia alone—but he didn’t like staying within the walls either. He would learn about earth with the other kids and the adults would try to give them a schedule to follow, but it was difficult to keep track of everybody when there was so much to be done. Supply runs to Mount Weather were one of those things. During the ceasefire, Arkadia was stocking up on what they could use; guns, food, supplies and paintings. No kids were allowed to go to the mountain though, and Avery thought that was silly. There were so many guards that went. It had to be safe. So, Avery started a mission to get to Mount Weather. When nobody was looking, he climbed into the back of one of the rovers they were packing up for the trip and hid in a cargo box. It was a rough ride across the woods and the box didn’t have a seatbelt to keep him strapped in for the bounces and potholes. Still, the excitement of seeing the mountain for himself was enough to let him overlook the minor bumps and bruises he received while hiding out in the wooden crate. He could hear the guards that sat in the back of the rover, so for the entire ride he was as quiet as a mouse; making sure not to draw any unwanted attention. When he felt the terrain change and heard the door open, he made sure to wait until all the guards had loaded out before pushing the crate door open. He was quick to slip out the back of the open rover, but the surroundings were confusing. Mostly storage, they had stopped in what seemed to be a garage filled with boxes and canned foods ready to ship out. Everybody was busy, just like in Arkadia. Nobody noticed him looking around either. He wandered around the garage for a while, looking for more interesting places to check out. He followed a small group down one of the many halls and was amazed by the art and the colors of the walls. Everything was decorated. There were even fake flowers on tables and glasses in the dining area. It was all strange. He picked up a couple glasses and stacked them together, wanting to bring them home. He was used to metal and plastic cups, but the glasses had pretty bottoms that reflected and almost sparkled. Plus, they were the only thing he could grab without giving himself away. Quickly, he started making his way back to the garage where the rovers were waiting, but on the way, he ran into Bellamy—or rather, avoided eye contact and tried to make his way past him without being caught. Bellamy was one of the teachers teaching the kids in Arkadia and one of the few adults who knew Avery.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Avery Montgomery

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Going to Mount Weather was never easy. This was not Bellamy's first supply run, but each time he returned . . . well, he couldn't even say it reminded him of what he had done. He needed no reminder. He was haunted by the actions that took place here. His actions. Clarke had made it clear that they were not in this together, not as he had assumed when his hand rested on top of hers to share the burden. So he had to find his own ways to cope; his own ways to keep living and breathing. The fact that it was for the others, making the perfect distraction on a daily basis. He was often silent on the rides there and back.

Even at Mount Weather, speaking only the bare minimum. He was here to help, to help ensure the safety of others. And, to load where it was needed. So as soon as he stepped out, he quickly checked the parameter. Grounders were still a threat despite the ceasefire, and who knew what was happening with the Reapers. When it was secure, Bellamy took a deep breath and made his inside. They had to be quick, knowing that their presence here was alarming to the Grounders. And put a target on their backs. In and out. When most was loaded, Bellamy was making his way down the hall and had to do a double take when he saw a small child moving through the otherwise abandoned hallways. For a brief moment, he thought it was a figment of his haunted imagination.

One of the children he had killed. Then, for a fleeting, irrational moment . . . he thought one of the children from Mount Weather had survived. But after only a couple of seconds, he finally pieced it together. "Avery?" He questioned, though knew the answer, quickly moving closer toward him and gently reaching out for his arm. "What are you doing here?" He further inquired, his tone not angry but . . . stern. Very stern. He wasn't supposed to be here. How the hell did manage to sneak in! But instead of scolding him, he gave the boy a chance to answer. Bellamy felt protective over any children of Arkadia, and he quickly recognized Avery as one of the ones he taught. If anything happened to him while here . . . well, Bellamy couldn't even bare to think about that.

[Avery Montgomery]

TAKE AN ANGEL BY THE WINGs
BEG HER NOW FOR ANYTHING; Ask her for the strength to stay
TAGGED Bellamy Blake	A stern voice was never too intimidating for Avery. He was used to getting into trouble and even more used to getting away with it, primarily due to those big brown eyes and innocent intentions. Usually innocent. When Bellamy reached out to grab his arm, he smiled real big with sheepish eyes and held up the glasses that he’d stacked together. “I’m bringing back stuff for Arkadia!” he replied without hesitation. Everybody else was technically doing the same thing; food, clothes, medicine and even art. So in his eyes, though he certainly wasn’t helping, that’s what he’d claim. Though, it occurred to him that it may not have been the best strategy considering how useless the fancy glasses were. He lowered them and pressed his lips firmly together in thought—wondering if Bellamy would help him find something more interesting to take home, since the glasses were slowly starting to lose his constantly shifting interest. He didn’t know that children had died in Mount Weather. He knew that people were killed, but what happened here was stuff that was hidden from him, and though he heard whispers of injured Arkadians and dangers lurking in the tunnels he didn’t fully undertsnad the weight of the situation. He was here, purely out of curiosity and interest. He wanted to see what the big deal was. The Ark had been so dull and Arkadia wasn’t too much better. The taste of the air and the feeling of unlimited water was nice, but slowly it would lose its luster. Mount Weather was so interesting to him. He even wished they could move into it. “We don’t have anything fun in Arkadia,” he explained after a moment of thought before setting down the glasses on a nearby crate. “I’m looking for things to bring back! To show people!” Avoiding Bellamy and detection had shifted into a recruitment mission. If Bellamy was willing to help him find something; toys, games, anything of the sort, the mission to sneak in wouldn’t be a waste. He really liked Bellamy—more than the other adults. His mom was friends with him, which made him much more approachable, while also making him feel like he could PROBABLY get away with a little more. “Do you want to help?” he asked with his grin back in place. He was either going to get into trouble, or get help. He was ready for either, but he did kind of hope Bell was willing to help him dig around for something other than powdered foods and pictures.

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