Repercussions

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was currently sitting in the jeep, his gaze set out the window though he didn't see a damn thing. It wasn't due to the darkness. It was due to . . . well, everything else. In a matter of moments, he had lost three women that he had valued. Echo, for being someone who saved his life and then manipulated him by using Mount Weather. Clarke, who refused to come home for the second time and chose the Commander over her own people . . . over him. And Gena. Gena. The one woman who didn't betray him, and the one woman who had died. He wasn't even sure he had fully processed her loss.

Part of him was still expecting to see her when he returned to Arkadia. Expecting to be greeted by her warm embrace, her lips touching his, her words teasing his foolish bravery. He would never have that again. The first time he had formed a relationship with a woman . . . she died because of it. The reason she went to Mount Weather was largely because of him. He shouldn't have let her. He shouldn't have left her, or them. The weight of those deaths was added to the already heavy burden of the others. He felt sick.

Nauseaus. And he was sitting with Kane. The three of them, Kane, Abby and Clarke, had committed them to be under Lexa's rule. Something Bellamy heavily disagreed with. But clearly, no one was asking for his opinion or advice. All he could do was swallow back the anger in this moment, the pain of all the losses suffered today. And on top of all that . . . it wasn't even enough to numb his throbbing leg. He knew Kane would disapprove of what Bellamy did for he had once again gone against direct orders. And he regretted it. Of course he did. For the entire time, he was being played like a damn piano.

[Marcus Kane]

Marcus dreaded the days to come. A loss of many amount was hard on the people, but a loss of over 30 when they had just began to find hope and peace was going to cause everything they had worked so hard for to change. He was also worried about about what they would find at the city. Had it been attacked too? Or was the walls still standing strong? Pike was angry, and his bias and temper didn't sit well either. While Marcus understood the hardships he was facing--Pike had given up on peace, while Marcus had not.

He had not liked the idea of moving men to Mount Weather, but he had not see this reaction from the Ice Nation. He had only been thinking of Lexa and had he tried to think on a larger scale then he could have pushed harder to undo this. Maybe even stopped it from happening. He didn't blame himself, but he the fact that he had been against it, but let it be made his silence weigh on him.

Then there was Bellamy. Marcus' eyes moved to watch the young man for a moment before he moved ti sit beside him. This would let them talk in low voices and keep the others from over hearing them. The loud engine from the jeep, as well as the other and radio, would do the rest. Marcus watched his face. He knew that Bellamy had someone that he lost at Mount Weather, but this was the second time that Bellamy had disobeyed orders. It meant he needed to talk to him, but without harsh words.

"We have worked very hard for peace, in order to make sure we can thrive while on the ground. Why did you think they were breaking their word?" He could understand Bellamy not trusting Lexa, but Indra had never done anything against them--and these past few months she had even helped them a great deal. He words toward Bellamy had not been harsh, but in typical Marcus fashion of a calm voice, and giving him a chance to explain before they continued.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy noticed from his peripheral vision, Marcus move to sit next to him. Though the younger male did not alter his line of sight. Not even when Marcus started to speak, reminding him of the peace they had worked hard toward. The last alliance they had, by the exact same woman they now bow to, had shattered because she abandoned them. Why the hell did they think this would be different? But that was not what Marcus was asking right now.

Clearly, not him, Abby or Clarke saw any fault in this. They would so easily submit to a woman who forced them to massacre all those innocents. Who had let them be her pawns only to leave them for dead. "I had my reasons." His voice was emotionless, trying to be detached from having to confront the painful truth of everything that had happened. He blamed himself, of course he did. But he was also frustrated with their sudden loyalty to Lexa . . . seeming to conveniently forget what happened in the past.

After a few moments of silence, he knew he had to elaborate. He turned his head to the side, looking at Marcus but his gaze not focused on him. "Someone I thuoght I could trust told me an assassin was sent to the summit. That it was a trap." Echo had used Mount Weather to manipulate him . . . and he had let her. "It wasn't a risk I was willing to take." Though he obviously regretted it now. And they had paid the price. They had lost all those in Mount Weather. They had lost Gena.