A Mountain Of Gifts

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

A box had been delivered to Arkadia . . . apparently. It came from Polis, and that made Bellamy even more wary about what was inside. The others had been instructed not to touch it until Bellamy and Chancellor Pike were outside. When they got there, the other guards at the gate had their weapons aimed toward it. This could be a Trojan horse for all they knew. Which was also why Bellamy had told them not to take past the gate. If it was filled with Grounders, then they could fight it off. But it looked to small to be full of Grounders. It looked like it could barley fit one person. Aiming his weapon toward it, Bellamy gave a nod to the two men who were ready to pry it open.

Weapon held directly at it, Bellamy's gaze fixed on the box, until the content was revealed. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw inside. One of the grounders who had delivered the box, spoke. "Sent to your people to exact your own justice. For what happened at the Mountain." The mountain. The explosion. The assassin. The self destruct. It . . . all made sense now. They had an inside man, and that man was now inside a box. Rage took over Bellamy. Pent up anger for everything that had happened. His already emotional state even more so as he saw the man who could very well be blamed for Gena's death.

For his people's deaths. Anger coursed through him, clouding any judgment or restraint. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled as he lunged forward toward the restrained Emerson. His fists started to strike him repeatedly across the jaw, no control. No pause. Similar to how he had once attacked Murphy in a blind rage after Charlotte took her own life. He didn't stop until he felt three men start to pull him off Emerson, Bellamy's body trying to protest as he struggled against them, but to no avail for they managed to drag him back away from the apparent 'gift'.

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Queen Nia was dead. Emerson didn't feel particularly emotional over that fact, more disappointed than anything else. The Queen had been his best way to get revenge on Clarke and while he had manage to play out some of that plan, he had been no where near finished. Revenge had not been served as Clarke, and more importantly those closest to her, were still alive. Revenge wasn't something that was at the forefront of Emerson's mind at the moment, however. It couldn't really be when he was stuck inside in a box. No joke, a wooden box large enough for him to fit comfortably in. The new ruler of the Ice Nation, King Roan, had decided to send him off to the Commander, and the Commander to send him off to the settlement from the Ark. Apparently so that they could get their justice. Emerson almost found some humor in that, in how he had only done what he had for justice sake. While travelling in the box, Emerson was trying to work out the best way he might be able to escape it and return to his plans. The box was steady and due to the fact that he had been restrained, Emerson failed in any attempts he made at escape. He was trapped and he knew he would only have chance to escape once the box was opened at the other end of the trip. Once that fact was worked out, he stayed quiet and still, saving his energy for when he would really need it. The trip was long and even with the way that Emerson was conserving his energy it was near impossible not to feel tired, dehydrated and hungry by the time the box was settled down. Still, he did his best to put all his energy into him when the box opened, the light causing him to blink a few times before the image of who was in front of him became clear. It was no one other than the spy. Emerson tried to lunge out of the box but found his restraints stopped him. Bellamy, however, lunged towards Emerson with rage in his eyes. Emerson couldn't do anything to stop it as Bellamy's fists connected with his jaw continually. The only thing that Emerson could do was keep his expression blank and not let Bellamy know that his attack was hurting Emerson at all. The beating didn't last for as long as Emerson expected it might. He held no reason to believe that the people from the Ark were any different from the savages, knowing that they had made an alliance with them. The savages would hold no problem with Bellamy beating Emerson to death. These people, however, must have held some sort of care because they pulled Bellamy away, leaving Emerson alone in the opened box, blood on his mouth. There was a little bit of relief to that, a hope that he still might be able to continue with some sort of revenge plan. Especially now that he was inside the camp. Spitting some blood down onto the ground in front of him, Emerson looked up at Bellamy with a hardened expression, not letting any of the obvious pain he was feeling show. "That's all you've got?" he challenged. While he did that, he wriggled his hands, making a new attempt at getting them out of his restraints. CARL EMERSON ------------ Bellamy Blake Such a positive little thread we have here!