How to Blow Up Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Had he not been watching her so intently, he amy ahve missed that slight pause within her. It gave him that dangerous hope . . . before it was instantly deflated by her next words. Saying that she didn't need to think of him now. That she didn't hurt anymore. That wasn't normal. To not hurt. Pain was a part of being human. He extended his hand to take the grenade into it, refusing to give up on her. His mind hurriedly trying to formulate how to reach out to her, unsure if he would get another moment along with her.

"Didn't think you were capable of accidents," he said a bit sarcastically, teasing at her arrogance when it came to her work. But he complied, gripping the weapon a taking a few steps into the clearing. His mind wasn't focused on the task at hand, but rather, in triyng to find a better way to reach out to her. Perhaps he had failed. Maybe he wasn't there for the others as he should have been. Maybe if Clarke was here, she could have done a better job supporting them. He turned to face Raven at the distance they were not at. "This far enough?" He called out, still holding the grenade to make sure.

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With every step he took she took one further back, as a precaution. It wouldn’t do for the both of them to get hurt. Her heartrate increasing as the seconds ticked by. She didn’t understand it. Chalking up the feeling to an adrenaline rush. The same feeling she always got when blowing something up. It’s why she loved it so much, nothing else could mimic that feeling or take it away. This was different though, there was anxiety behind it. But there was no real reason for her to be nervous, to feel afraid for Bellamy? He was going to be fine in the long run. This was just a necessary unpleasant blip in his timeline.

When he stopped far enough away, Raven visibly paused before answering. “Perfect!” she yelled, trying to hide the shaking in her voice. Her thumb methodically fiddled with the remote, her eyebrows furrowing. This needed to happen, every fibre of her being was telling her that. For the…the good of their people…right? Then why was there a nagging feeling deep in the back of her mind begging her to tell him to just run. “Bellamy,” she began, keeping her normal speaking volume, like she didn't really want him to hear her as confusion lined her features. What was she doing? She was going to mess up the whole plan. Damn it Raven. She needed to man up and not act like a child. Her expression changed to one of fierce necessary determination. “I’m sorry,” Though for what, she wasn’t quite sure. He’s going to be fine…he’s going to be fine…he’s going to be fine, she continued to repeat internally looking down at the remote through seconds of hesitation. Before finally…

She pressed the button, looking away rather than forward at where Bellamy had stood, as she did. Raven didn’t want that image in her head. The blast was almost immediate pushing her back as she landed hard on the ground. It was done.

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