Bellieve In The Cause

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @nate

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

They went too far. Bellamy knew that. But there was nothing he could do to change it. He walked through the gates of Arkadia, his vest stained with the blood of their enemies. The blood of those they had just killed. An army that was supposedly there to protect them but could just easily kill them. Reasons as to why this information was withheld were unknown to him. And to the people. Which was primarily what prompted the election of the new Chancellor: Chancellor Pike. Bellamy supported him, obviously. He had just killed an army of 300 grounders with him. But he felt . . . sick. He had caused so much death, and now, he had caused more.

He had tried to protest killing the injured, but to no avail. He'd only managed to convince him not to kill Indra, and even then, he had to come up with a reason apart from the one of basic humanity. Fortunately, he had been successful. But that didn't erase the kill count of almost one thousand bodies. Blood on his hands. He made his way to his apartment, cleaning off, changing his shirt, splashing water over his face in attempt to freshen up some. Taking a few deep breaths, he knew he couldn't stay like this for long. He needed distraction. And Pike informed him that there was going to be a council meeting soon.

Another slow breath, and Bellamy exited his room, mentally preparing for the backlash and protest some people would have with this. He already briefly spoke to his sister, clearly disapproving of these methods. And while she was in the minority, he knew there would be others. Probably those he was close to. His thoughts distracted him as he walked down the hall, and he nearly collided with someone. About to apologize, he froze when he saw who it was. "Miller," he greeted, looking at his face, trying to see what side he would choose . . . whether he would trust him, or whether he would trust him or not with his decisions.

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Bellamy Blake

There were no words to describe how angry he was, how disgusted he felt towards those who had gone out in the dead of the night. Those who had gone to kill the warriors sent by the Commander to protect them and now any chance of peace that they had would shatter the moment the Commander found out. And find out she would, word spread like wildfire and 300 people just didn't die without someone finding out. This was bad on an epic scale. This wasn't like the battle at the dropship. Those warriors died during fighting, they weren't slaughtered like sheep in their sleep.

And he asked himself over and over again; why. Bellamy wasn't a killer. He'd felt for those that had died during Mount Weather and no-one could tell him otherwise. And this wasn't like what happened to Finn when he killed the eighteen in that grounder village. Finn wasn't in the best mental state, they knew that now. Bellamy wasn't like that, at least that was what Miller had thought.

I should have been there for him more. Too busy wrapped up in my own shit I never thought about the others. And then when Bryan had come back, revealed to be alive, Miller's time and attention had been on him whenever he wasn't working.

Still, the urge to punch him in the face was strong enough that he felt his hand curl into a fist, and he forced himself to keep his hands at his sides. He didn't agree with any of this and he had hoped Bellamy wouldn't go along with it. Especially after Mount Weather. Why stain his hands with more blood? Of those that were sent to help them? It made no sense! Instead of punshing Blake, he went to grab his arm to pull him into one of the empty rooms, not wanting anyone to come across and hear their conversation. "Ever since I found out I've been asking myself one question: why? Why would you help kill them?"

He had to stop his voice from rising. "What were you thinking?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @nate

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

From Miller's first words, it was abundantly clear what his stance was. Disappointment filled Bellamy, but he also knew that Miller wasn't the only one who was opposed to Pike's tactics. Yet, he hoped that he of all people would understand. Miller had been someone that Bellamy appointed as his second at the dropship. Someone who had fought along side him. But it seemed that those Bellamy was most close to, were also most opposed to Pike.

It left him conflicted, wanting to protect his friends and sister, but at the same time, they had to be careful as well. "I was thinking what I always do," Bellamy answered stoically. He was not one to lie; not one to beat around the bush. He would be very clear with where he stood; why he was supporting Pike. This wasn't about revenge for Gena, nor any form of revenge at all. It was about no longer waiting for the Grounders to attack them. Not staying here like sitting ducks.

"That I'll do whatever I have to, to protect our people." That would never change. And it was exactly what he was doing now. "I thought you of all people would understand that." Considering what they had been through. Especially the delinquents, and especially with the truama Miller's boyfriend and others from farm station had suffered. The losses. Bellamy was done being the grounder's bitches. He was going to fight in this constant war against them. Whatever it took, to ensure the safety of his people.