Into the Future

[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

Change was all around them. Everything had changed as had they, all of them. She could still see the essence of her friends in them, but it was difficult with some of them, very much so even. Especially with Octavia. Here she was, seeing her as a danger and she was not alone in that assessment, but she couldn't not stop her. Wanheda was no more and she was glad of it. As easy as death was to deal, living with it had only gained ease through the absence of it. And once again she had to deal with it, in a way. This time, though, her outlook had changed, her entire perspective. Maybe it was in part peace that she had gained, but it was very much a perspective, someone to love, someone to protect. Madi. And for her she was locked up. But not for long. 

To her surprise Clarke was allowed to walk out soon enough, Indra looking on on the scene with an ominous expression, that told her that she was not necessarily innocent in letting Clarke walk free. She heard rumors of the red queen having fallen, but she couldn't quite believe it, because who would take her down? Bellamy? He had it in him, but it was Octavia. She was not sure what to think and so she made her was to Bellamy first, not Madi, because if the rumors were true, he was the one it would affect the most. When she found him, she stood in the doorway for a moment, familiar feelings and movements were replayed as she thought back of moments where they sought the other out for support. "Bellamy...what happened? I heard she...she's taken down?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy held her in his arms longer than necessary. Or so it felt like. Mere moments felt like an eternity, as he fought back the tears. He had spent his life, dedicated to protecting Octavia. And now? He was the reason that she could die. He had to believe that she wouldn't. He had to believe that she could fight this. But, he knew the risks. And he had done it anyway. But no. This was not Octavia. This was Bloodreina. And he only wished he could kill the darkness in her to get his sister back. He called for the guards who rushed in, concern filling the room and fear over the reality that their leader was now fallen. Everything happened in a blur, Bellamy explaining what happened before leaving the scene once Octavia was settled onto her bed.

Making his way through the halls, he tried to cease the trembling of his hands. Continued effort to hold back the tears. He only stopped walking when he found a secluded area, closing his eyes and try to calm his racing heart. What had he done? A voice cause his eyes to open as he turned to look at Clarke. Indra must have freed her, and he couldn't deny there was some relief in that. "She was poisoned," Bellamy said, the words straining to come out but not as much as the next ones. "Clarke I . . . I poisoned her." A slight breathlessness in his voice as his gaze fell down to his hands. The hands that held Octavia when she was brought into this world. The hands that held her so many times when she cried. And now, the hands that could have very well killed her.

[Clarke Griffin]

It was him then? He had taken Octavia down. For now at least. That in itself showed that the Bellamy in front of her was a different man. He was different, but not necessarily in a bad way. He had done what had to be done before, but his loyalty sometimes stopped him even though it should not have in that case. Now, it seemed different. He had stopped his sister from doing something that might have ultimately killed the etire human race. But it was his sister and as he told her he had poisoned her, she felt the guilt. It was as if it was a tangible layer around him, telling her and everyone else, who would look closely, that he felt pain and deep regret over having to do that. Clarke felt differently. She had a child now. She raised Madi and had learned some valuable lessons through it. Sometimes proctecting someone meant protecting them against their own will, protecting them from themselves even.

Clarke reached out and placed a hand on his arm, hoping that pyhsical contact would ground him in this world, would help him focus on what was right in front of him and that was not her. It was what had made him do it. "Sometimes protecting someone means to protect them from themselves." She told him. "Like you tried to protect me from myself years ago." It was when he cuffed her to a table, to make her stay at home, to get her away from the grounders, to protect her from what he beleived to be suicide, her walkingi to the grounders, potentially to be killed, alienating her own people and generally putting her life at risk through her questionable choices. "When you cuffed me to the table. You tried to protect me from myself. I didn't understand it then, but I understand it now. Maybe she will understand it soon enough. But, you tried to protect her. And you tried to protect her people. You protected humanity. You did what you had to. And she had a choice." She had been given the choice to bury the ideas of war. She had the choice to lay down the weapons, march to the valley and live in peace. She could have ended a circle of violence that they had been trapped in ever since they had been on the ground and it always occured when they were together. It was time to break it. They all had families in a way. Clarkes daughter was in a dangeorus place now, thanks to Octavia.