Live For Me

[Gena Martin]

Bellamy Blake

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She had just come back from Mount Weather, but once Bell was gone, for a longer time, Gena was sent out again. It was the second time she questioned whether or not Doctor Griffin actually recognized the gravity of her recent diagnosis. But it all didn’t matter. She was assigned to go with the others to Mount Weather and with the way everything went down, it was best to just agree and get it over with. She was aware of the dangers, which was one more reason Gena wanted this to go in and out and done with. It should be her last time in a while to go there. There was no way she would agree to leave Arkadia often now. But she didn’t want to burden the chancellor any more than necessary, so she went with them.

She did leave Bellamy a letter for when he would return: “Dear Bellamy, I hope you got my message. I can’t wait to celebrate the pregnancy with you. In a few months we’ll have a new little life in our arms and you can read The Iliad to your own kid. I’ll be back before you know it. I love you, with all my heart. Gena.”

It was perhaps one of the worst decision she could have made. Gena hated Mount Weather. She hated what it had done to the man she loved. It hated how it made her stomach twist – something she interpreted very differently now. The empty mountain always gave her the creeps. People lived there once and now it was empty, useless. A set of vitamins went into the bags as she went through the medical supplies. Her radio cracked, voices, warnings that she could barely understand where issued. Before she could react she heard voices outside, speaking in a language she knew too well and not enough. Grounders. Damn it. Gena froze. She tried to make no sound as the steps behind her were gone. Just when she thought they might have gone a hand covered her mouth. She screamed against it, tried to struggle, but they dragged her away. 

They brought her to the others. The five Arkers were placed in a row on the ground, all bound, all shaking. This was an execution. They did the same to her. Bound by hands and feet she was made to kneel on the ground. A scream was heard when she saw them slit the throat of the first of them. Then another one. One by one they executed the Arkers. Finally it was time for them. By now she was panicking. They were going to kill her. And Bellamy wasn’t there. Death was scary. Her heart was beating so hard against her. She felt as if her stomach wanted to tear itself apart, her lungs burned from the sobs alone. They were going to kill her. Suddenly, without her consciously registering it, Gena spoke, no, shouted:

“I’M PREGNANT! I’m pregnant! I’m with child. Please. My child is innocent. Please!!” The hand preparing to kill her stilled. The Grounders looked at each other. Speaking in the language Gena didn’t understand, they seemed to try to decide what to do with her.. Then one of them approached her. The white hands dragged her up. She was gagged and dragged to the horses as she watched the others set fire to the bodies of the other Arkers, making it impossible to tell who was who. With and explosion of pain, Gena lost consciousness as they hit her over the head and put her on the horse to take her away. 

When she woke again, it barely took a minute before they knocked her out once more. The next time she woke, she was in a dark, small room. There were chains around her wrists, keeping her locked to the wall, but allowing her to move. She could get up and walk if she wanted to. There was a tray with food in her prison, water and some bread, even a blanket. She didn’t understand, but for now she didn’t make a move to use either of the objects.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's departure from camp was hardly unusual. This time, he had gone to keep mapping out the surrounding area. They needed to be completely familiar with the terrain and have coordinates set everywhere. It was all the easier with the Rover, allowing them quick travel time, and far less dangerous one. Despite the ceasefire, there were still Grounders out there that considered them to be the enemy. One could never be too careful. Still. Things were a hell of a lot better than they were before.

Bellamy would take it. This era of peace. It allowed them to build a sustainable lifestyle. It allowed them to build a home, crops . . . to settle. And he was settling quite nicely with a certain woman. One that had captured his heart and soul. He had never been in love with someone, not romantically . . . until Gena Bartlett. It felt wonderful. Incredible. To be able to feel the sensational intensity of love in the core of his heart, every moment of every day. She had saved him, quite literally. He wasn't sure how he would have survived the aftermath of Mount Weather. He most likely wouldn't have. But she had made it possible. She made a lot of things possible.

The eagerness to see her was immense as they drive into the city, the gates opened for them. Bellamy immediately hopped out of the vehicle, not bothering to wait until they got into the garage. Something was wrong though. He could see it. Kane and Abby were standing there, their expressions sombre. Bellamy didn't even have to approach them for they approached him. He felt his heart beat faster in his chest. Something was definitely wrong. He demanded to know what it was, unable to bare this suspense. Though part of him wished he never had to hear the words that fell from Abby's lips. Bellamy just stared at her, unable to react. He felt numb. Completely, and utterly numb. He turned his head to Kane who was looking at him. He reached up to put a hand on Bellamy's shoulder but Bellamy rejected it. Instead, he just walked away from them, walked straight toward his room.

No. This wasn't happening. This wasn't possible. He was going to fully arm himself and . . . he was going to find her. Because there was no chance. No way in hell she was dead. She couldn't be. It was impossible. He entered his room, not even sure what had just happened, though desperately hoped that this was just one of his many horrible nightmares. That soon, he would wake up and turn to his side, to see the beautiful woman he loved sleeping soundly next to him. He would hold her in his arms, and find solace and sanctuary in her presence. That was what would happen. He sat at the edge of his bed, waiting for it. Willing himself to wake up. It was then that he saw it. The letter. Picking it up, his eyes moved over it.

The nightmare got worse. Far worse. For now, there was a child involved. A life formed from the love he and Gena had. A chid who . . . would never grace this world with their presence. This was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. Wake up Bellamy. Wake up dammit! But it was to no avail. He wasn't waking up. This wasn't a nightmare. This was reality. This was his hell. The numbness was there, consuming every inch of his being. He couldn't do anything but sit on the edge of the bed, moving the letter to his lips as he closed his eyes. That was when the first tear fell. A single tear of heartbreak. Devestation. Of his entire world crumbling before him. It was all he could do right now. And yet, a small flicker of hope burned within him . . . the hope that there was somehow still a chance that he would wake up.

[Gena Martin]

Her cell was cold. She refused the blanket and food at the first time. Naturally she started to check the chains immediately. She could actually reach the walls of her cell with them, but the door in the slightly rounded wall was just out of reach, so was one corner. It didn’t matter though. She would probably not see the light of day again. At least her mind was fixed on it. If she expected the worst, she would not be disappointed if the best case didn’t come true. But at the same time she knew she would get her hopes up. She couldn’t physically bring herself to now believe in Bellamy. This man would not abandon her. He would turn every stone, would not stop until he found her, her and their unborn baby. At the very least he would not leave their child to be raised by Azgeda. He would at least save the baby. The baby could live. 

At first Gena tried to fight them whenever they came in, but they were prepared. The woman always came with two guards. They held her down as she examined her stomach, every day. Slowly it clicked with Gena that they were interested in keeping her alive for the baby. They spoke of Bellamy in Trigedasleng so she could only assume that they knew exactly whose child it was and they were interested in the child only. Maybe they wanted it to have power over Bellamy. It could be. It was painful to think, but it was possible. 

“Bellamy will come for me.” She said the first day she didn’t struggle against the woman checking the baby. She kept saying that for the next day, earning herself a sad smile as the woman gave her another blanket, fur and two more pillows. At least they didn’t save in that department. They wanted the baby healthy and strong. Gena started to eat as well, for the baby. At the very least it would survive and at the very least Bellamy would come to take his child home. There was no doubt about it. But with every passing day, she grew less defensive. She let them do as they pleased as hope died, little by little. It might have been two weeks into her imprisonment when the Lady came in, her face sad.

“He won’t come.” Gena didn’t believe it. He would come. He would come for her. And for the baby, especially for the baby. He wouldn’t leave them behind, that was just not Bellamy. Gena was about to protest when the woman continued: “He was offered to get his child back or to leave it with us and they would get peace. He chose peace.” Now that… that sounded like Bellamy. That sounded like her boyfriend, the father of her child, securing peace for her people even if it hurt him. He fought so hard for their people before. The pain, though, to know she was not going to be rescued cut deep. When the woman left, Gena curled up, ignoring everything around her. Tears streamed down her face. He wouldn’t come for her. She was lost. And their child destirned to become a Grounder. So when she told him to be safe, it was the last time she saw him, the last time she would kiss him. She should have told him about the baby then. She could have at least seen his reaction then, clung to this. 

In the next days, it was nearing a month now, things felt a lot worse for Gena. Morning sickness was not something she initially struggled with, but now it got worse. Maybe it was the stress or the food she wasn’t used to or the weird drink they kept forcing her to drink – by force if needed – but she felt horrible. She felt like she could throw up as soon as she moved and so she stayed in her cocoon of blankets unless she couldn’t. She existed, but with all hope gone, what was she to do. As her child grew, her life came to an end. But she always asked one thing of the woman checking on the child. She asked her to be allowed to hold it at least once.  But when she closed her eyes and settled in her blankets again, she saw Bellamy. She saw him smile. She saw him wipe at the purple color of the berries she painted on him. She saw him close his eyes in enjoyment of a food he liked. She saw him smile. "Bell."

Bellamy Blake