Vulnerabell Circumstances

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Alastor Heron
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my people

MY RESPONSIBILITY

Just because the Grounders had made good on their deal, did not mean that Bellamy trusted them. What was their whole idelogy? Blood must have blood. It left Bellamy fearing for the residents of Mount Weather. The Mountain Men who supported the harvesting and drilling of his people were a different story. Majority of those within the facility however were citizens. Having no control or even knowledge over what was happening. Children even. Bellamy couldn't let any harm come to them. So many of them had helped him and his people, and he needed to be sure they remained safe.

Bellamy had done a sweep on one of the floors, looking for anyone who was here and therefore, might get caught in the crossfire's. When he was done with that level, he moved up to the next one. His body was pumping with adrenaline and it was perhaps the only thing that kept him going these past few days, despite the lack of food, drink, and water. He could rest when this was over; when it was all said and done. He'd never forgiven himself of harm came to the others. As he moved up the elevator to the next level, Bellamy made his way down the halls. The Groudners shouldn't be this high up, but the Arker wanted to make sure of it.

He saw a small figure in the distance, rounding the corner and ran toward it, turning it in time to see a young boy. Bellamy immediately lowered his gun at the sight. "Hey," he greeted, concern on his face. He was still clad in the uniform of a mountain man, with the exception of a hat. As Maya had said, everyone knew everyone around here so he wasn't entirely certain if the boy would recognize that he was a stranger or assume he was one of the members of the guard. "What are you doing out here?" He asked, not wanting to panic the boy but at the same time, didn't want him to be out here alone, feeling instantly protective over the child.

[Alastor Heron]

The sky was

Regardless of any intrigue Alastor held about the outside and the inhabitants, there was something terrifying about the announcement they had all heard on the intercom just moments ago. Try as his teacher might, a majority of the students in the small classroom had been taken by their parents or scattered off the moment they heard of the danger approaching them. Whether it was ironic or not, the fourteen year old had headed out of the nearly barren classroom, not wanting to be alone by himself. He wanted to see his father, but his thoughts told him he wasn't at home. No, his father was probably with the guard somewhere. A thought was overwhelming to linger on for a moment longer. The single thought that something could've happened to his father kept him pushing forward, swallowing down the heavy need for oxygen.  He shouldn't have rushed out of the classroom nor ran about the various levels of Mount Weather. No, he should have gone straight to his home and focused on that sole task. That should have been his main priority, but he couldn't stop himself from searching blindly for his father. He should be somewhere- on any one of these floors fighting some unknown enemy. That had been his initial motivation until he spotted smaller children searching for shelter. It.. didn't feel right to leave them be, not when they weren't aware of whatever danger they were facing right now. Surely, his father would be alright. Besides.. he was sure he would get an earful if he threw himself in the middle of the crossfire in his search for him. With the thought in mind, he found himself moving about the various levels in Mount Weather as he tried to help each child find shelter from the ongoing fight they were vaguely aware of. The fourteen year old had barely turned the corner and bolted down the hallway before he heard a pair of rushed footsteps behind him. He was half tempted to simply turn tail and run off again, but something kept him from running off. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his body, and fear, Alastor kept himself composed as he turned to see whoever had called out to him. A guard. Relief had instantly washed over him, quickly calming down whatever fear that previously taken hold of him. "I'm looking for the other kids." He answered, his reluctant gaze lingering on him for a moment. "Is.. everything alright or..?" He trailed off, not wanting to admit the chaos here might be bigger than they could handle. Despite growing up in Mount Weather all of his life, Alastor had yet to meet all of the guards that protected their home. He had only met the few that his father was close friends with, namely a few of the more older folk. Honestly, the fourteen year old should have been more concerned by the new face he saw. Instead, he found himself growing calmer each second. In his eyes, the stranger he saw before him was just another one of the guards that protected their home- not someone he needed to be cautious of. "Did you come from.. one of the lower levels?" Alastor questioned, eyebrows furrowing whether it was out of confusion or concern he wasn't sure. "Is anyone else hurt?" He questioned, struggling to keep his own voice steady.

NOTES: Sorry about the delay! TAGS: Bellamy Blake

My Dream, you know

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