into the belly of the beast

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we've all got  a monster inside of us
we're responsible for what is does when we let it out

Lincoln didn't want to go back to Mount Weather. As far as places went it was one of the most horrible places he'd ever been in and he'd gone by force, not choice. Chosen for the Cerberus project, he was washed with boiling water and something that stung even worse. Conditioned to fear the loud sounds and then the Red. His skin prickled with sweat as he thought about the Red, the drug that was designed to keep the Reapers under the thrall - they needed it, would do anything for it.

To complete his disguise he had speared an animal, a young deer, before slitting its belly open. The blood was smeared on his lower face and neck as well as pieces of his armor. Next he had asked Bellamy for the limestone and with his fingers coated he dragged three fingers down his face, starting from his head. The blood felt sticky against his skin, abnormal and he couldn't help but feel a little sickened with the way he wanted the blood, wanted the raw meat. He hadn't been free of being a Reaper for that long and he was going back into the den of those that had turned him.

All because of the importance it held. He needed to get Bellamy inside to stop the acid fog. Then grounder and skaikru would march and take out Mount Weather for good.

Lincoln moved on ahead, his features stoic as he looked around for any sign of the enemy. So far these parts of the woods was clear in the way of humans - he'd already come across tracks of animals. "We're not far now." His voice was low as he looked to make sure Blake was still following him, his stomach now twisting in guilt. He wanted to go back, he didn't want to go into the maw of the enemy because he knew how much of a hold they still had on him. There was a reason why the Red was so effective on its victims.

"You okay?"

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @linkon

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It's worth the risk. That was what Clarke had told him. But it wasn't his own life he was currently concerned about. He was worried for the other delinquents held captive in Mount Weather of course. But . . . he was also concerned about Lincoln. He didn't want to imagine what it would do to Octavia if she lost the man she loved, and here the both of them were, two people that loved her, venturing off into a dangerous situation. He would never forgive himself if something happened to Lincoln, and wished there was another way to get inside Mount Weather. But it was Lincoln's knowledge of the area that would be an asset. Bellamy just hoped it didn't come at a high cost . . . at the price of Lincoln's life.

They were currently moving forward, covering good ground, walked with the blood of an animal stained on their skin, mixed with limestone to alter their natural scent and hopefully go through undetected. Lincoln assured him that they weren't far, and Bellamy gave a bit of a nod, his eyes looking around the area. The unfamiliar clothing of a grounder, heavier than his usual attire but also . . . necessary. Upon his question, Bellamy looked at his brother of heart, as he inquired as to whether he was ok. "I was going to ask you the same thing," he returned, looking over the older male to see what he saw in the man's expression. Who would have thought that they would be like this now.

Bellamy had tortured the man, hated him for his obvious affections for his sister, blamed him for the deaths of their people . . . and now, he considered him a brother of heart. Now, he knew just how wrong he had been about Lincoln. "I just want to get this over with," Bellamy admitted, referring to the entire war against Mount Weather. He was tired of fighting, tired of threats. And hoped that by bringing down this common enemy, it could then also end the battle between his people and the grounders. Perhaps it was too naive of a thought, but there had to be hope from something. "How are you holding up?" Bellamy asked, clear concern in his voice and gaze.