Take A Chance On The Chancellor

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: cherry1

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy still wasn't used to it. Being Chancellor. It felt incredibly strange, and forced him into a role that . . . he wasn't sure he could fulfill. He had caused so many people to die, failed so many of their people. And yet, they voted for him. According to Marcus it hadn't even been a close vote. The numbers were heavily in his favor. He had told him that where Pike wanted a war, and Abby had submitted too much to the Grounders . . . they wanted someone to represent them in the middle.

Someone they could trust. There was a great deal of pressure, but Marcus had convinced him. Bellamy was used to living for other people, and he was whatever he needed the people to be. At the moment, he was in the Chancellor's quarters. Pike's death weighed heavily on the young male. He had killed him; accidentally in self defense, but still killed him. Pike had been a friend to Bellamy, a support. He never hated the man, and now . . . he was gone. Bellamy's first decision had been to not hand over Pike's body as the Grounders demanded.

Instead, he released the Grounder prisoners, aware of the risk it could pose on their defenses but there was nothing else to do with them in Arkadia. The second business that Bellamy was going to attend to . . . was forming a council. Marcus had given suggestion to this, and Bellamy just needed to start formulating names. A council was something lacking ever since arriving on Earth but it was necessary. The people needed to have a say. There was so much that had to be done and yet, all Bellamy could do was stand here, his mind wandering. Trying to process the intensity of this position.

He was Chancellor . . . but what if he failed his people? What if just continued to kill, as he had so many times in the past. Nearing footsteps pulled him out of his thoughts. He hadn't bothered to close the door when he entered the room, still unable to claim it as his own. When he saw who was on the other side, he immediately gave her his full attention. "Raven, what is it?" He asked, concern in his voice, wondering what had brought Raven here . . . knowing, that she was going through her own series of hardships. Including the drug that Jaha was distributing. Yet another issue that needed to be dealt with.

[cherry1]

Bellamy Blake was chancellor. Finally someone who she could really seeing rising up to the position and filling the role well. She had voted for him of course. Knowing that change was what they needed. He was a natural born leader as soon as she set foot on the ground she knew that. It just felt right that he should be elected chancellor. Abby had been stretched too thin, Pike, as unfortunate as his death was, had become a dictator. At least now with Bellamy, she felt like he was really one of them. Nobody, not a damn person, understood what it had been like on the ground more than he did. He’d made difficult choices for them, to save their people, his people and Raven would forever respect that.

It’s the only reason she felt comfortable enough to approach him now. The realisation that she couldn’t remember anything about Finn had been a difficult one to process. And ever since then she’d been trying to think of his smile, his laugh, hell even his face, but nothing came up. She knew he existed and that she had loved him, and he had loved her, but Raven just couldn’t remember it. Any of it. And now that she was aware the hole it left she couldn’t just stand idly by and let Jaha do this to anyone else. Being mentally detached from the City of Light had its physical side effects though too. She was left spontaneously shaking and waking up in a cold sweat. Even now she was forced to blow her nose and cough to get rid of the almost constant build-up of phlegm. And it was only getting worse.

She hadn’t seen A.L.I.E since then and so took this opportunity to seek Bellamy out and raise her concerns. The grounders were on the quiet side for now, so it was the perfect time to get rid of her and the City of Light once and for all. “Bellamy,” she said as soon as she saw him. “Good you’re here. We have a problem.” It was probably the most imminent threat they were facing, maybe even worse than the grounders. “It’s Jaha, and those pills…they’re messing with people.” It might be too late for her, but others could still be saved. “It’s bad Bellamy. You have to do some...thing,” she said, forcefully coughing on the last word. He was chancellor now after all, and that meant power. The power to stop Jaha before it was too late.