We Face the Consequences Together

[Gena Martin]

Bellamy Blake

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Days blurred into each other, into an Odyssey to find her way back home. Mount Weather had become even worse for Gena in just one night. Stabbed and abducted, did he have to watch her friends be blown to bits and she didn’t even know what exactly was going on in Polis, so for all she knew her loved ones there could be dead, too. The thing was, she long lost orientation as she struggled, wounded and not cut out for the wilderness, to find her way home, unknowing of what was going on around her or how dangerous it could be to return to Arkadia. Gena knew had discovered that some caves held supplies in various ways, were it plants or even just leftovers. Some led to mines or bunkers.

This one, though, bathed in light from above, perfect for a fire, was different. It held a treasure of another kind, one she didn’t expect to ever see again. Gena still wore what she wore in Mount Weather, but torn, dirty, drenched in blood. None of it mattered anymore as she saw the man chained and alone. Bellamy. He was alive. They didn’t get him. He was alive.
“BELL!” It was a shout almost, but she had to. With more energy than she felt in days, she rushed forward, throwing her arms around him, ignoring the pain in her abdomen. She had lost hope, but the warmth, the moving body in her arms gave her hope instantly. She couldn’t be far from home now. And even if, they could get through this together, he knew what he was doing. “Why are you chained?”

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Each second that passed was pure torture. He had tried pacing as far as his chains would allow him. He tried sitting. But everything left him restless. Fearful. No. Terrified. Absolutely terrified. There was so much at stake, and here he was, chained up against the cave wall. Unable to help. Powerless to do anything. He could never condone the killing of their own people, within the law or not. But . . . apparently, it was too late. The others didn't trust him. Not even with this. It was not arrogance that made him acknowledge what a mistake it was; but mere fact. He knew Pike's tactics. He knew the security. He could help get everyone out alive. But instead, he was now in a state of trepidation, unsure if they would make it out. Unsure if his sister would make it out.

The movement just outisdet he cave caused him to jolt to his feet, staring intently at the opening. He felt his heart race in his chest with anticipation, longing for a sight to grant him relief. To assure him that they were alright. That they had made it out. The shadow that approached only made him stare harder, with bated breath, bracing himself. But the figure that emerged was not at all one he expected. That made it no less desired of course. The shock however numbed all else, as he just stared at her. He couldn't move -- not only due to the restraints but because of the surprise of seeing her. He had mourned her. He had attended and spoke at a memorial. And yet, here she was. Looking, and feeling very real and very much alive. The chains prevented him from the instinctive action of wrapping his arms around her. He just tried to absorb this revelation that she had survived. That she hadn't died in Mount Weather along with the others. When she drew back, she questioned why he was chained.

It seemed irrelevant, and yet relevant at the same time he supposed. Though it was difficult to explain that it was his sister who had done this to him. "Gena how . . . " Had he finally lost his mind? Had the fear takejn over his sanity and start to cast illusions upon him? No. She consumed his senses. He could see her, feel her, hear her, smell her. She was real. Gena was real. "You're alive," he finally breathed out, his voice so thick with emotion that he wasn't even sure how to process all this. He suddenly took noticed of her appearance. Clothing drenched in blood, torn and tattered. What had she been through? What the hell had they done to her? "Are you ok?" He questioned, trying to reach out to touch her, only to be met with a clanging as the chains forced his wrists to abruptly stop mid way, making it impossible to reach out to her the way he wanted to.

[Gena Martin]

After all this time, after struggling to somehow keep hope, he was here, he was real and he was chained. She'd try to free him, but she was too occupied and distracted with her boyfriend, with the relief of holding him again. He was alive. Her worst worries hadn't come true after all. He was chained, but as long as she could feel him breathe, as long as she could feel his pulse as she held him, Gena knew it was not as bad as it could have been. She had so many questions for him. She wanted to catch up, but there were chains and chains weren't good.


"It's a long story." The bartender provided. But she had time. Looking around, she only took one step away, far enough so she could reach for a stone, how ironic that once more this simple blunt object would come to her aid in situations that felt terrifying and yet so important to her.  She had a long story to tell, but maybe it was the right one. Gena began by hammering away at the chain that was the furthest from any skin of his, hoping to break it soon and swiftly, like she broke something else. 


"I... uhm I was in the presidents office." She began. "We thought he might have written the launch codes down, so I looked there. A grounder came. He stabbed me in the abdomen." It almost killed her, she knew that. It was the other grounder who saved her life. And she... well she took his in return. "He wasn't alone. The other one took me. He spoke of selling me. He helped with the wounds until... well I got free." Gena kept smacking the stone onto the chains, some parts already close to giving in and freeing him. She could say more, she knew one day she would have to admit to him what she did. But for now freeing him was important. "Who keeps you here, Bellamy?"

Bellamy Blake