Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 7, 2015 14:31:40 GMT
Tag: whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
Bellamy was currently leading the group of his people to the harvest facility where he had told Echo to wait for him to return. But things were about to take a bit of a turn. They had been discovered and the Mountain Men were not far behind the group that Bellamy escorting. Thus far, the men had only seen Bellamy and he needed to keep it that way. The longer he could divert them from the group of delinquents and Arkers, the further away they could get from Mount Weather, or at least be united with the army who could defend them. Eyes were on said army outside, and now eyes were on him. So long as it wasn't on the groups they were trying to get out. When they were close, Bellamy grabbed Miller's arm to stop him for a moment. He trusted the man. Hell, he was one of his closest friends.
"When you go inside, find someone named Echo. She'll be waiting for me to come. Just give her my name and she'll understand." It was clear that Echo had the strength and power to command the crowd of Grounders. "Quickly tell her the plan and head to the mines. I'll catch up." Miller looked at Bellamy reluctantly, but before he could hear any objection, Bellamy shot off in the opposite direction. He purposely stopped to make sure the Mountain Men they were being chased by could see him, as he darted around the corner, further away from the delinquents and thus, the harvest facility. There were too many of them and while he had faith in the Grounders ability to fight, he wasn't going to risk any of them or his own people getting killed.
But there were too many. And before Bellamy knew it, a group of them came at his front. He was trapped, but it was fine. Because they were paying attention to him, not the others. They took out those damn sticks and shocked him more than they had in the cage. It was enough to make the gun drop from his hand as he fell to the floor. A needle was then injected into him and only moments after, he was consumed by darkness. When he woke up, he was strapped onto a table that was positioned upright. This, was unfamiliar. It didn't look like they were getting ready to drill him. He was in a dark room with a handful of men inside.
One of them holding a syringe with an all too familiar red liquid. He had seen them inject it into the reapers -- hell this was what Lincoln had fallen to his knees for.Bellamy tried to struggle free from the straps to no avail. Before he knew it, the contents of the syringe were injected into him. The pain that coursed through his body forced him to hold back a cry. There was hardly time to recover before he felt more and more being forced into his veins, and eventually, even he could not hold back the yells.
"When you go inside, find someone named Echo. She'll be waiting for me to come. Just give her my name and she'll understand." It was clear that Echo had the strength and power to command the crowd of Grounders. "Quickly tell her the plan and head to the mines. I'll catch up." Miller looked at Bellamy reluctantly, but before he could hear any objection, Bellamy shot off in the opposite direction. He purposely stopped to make sure the Mountain Men they were being chased by could see him, as he darted around the corner, further away from the delinquents and thus, the harvest facility. There were too many of them and while he had faith in the Grounders ability to fight, he wasn't going to risk any of them or his own people getting killed.
But there were too many. And before Bellamy knew it, a group of them came at his front. He was trapped, but it was fine. Because they were paying attention to him, not the others. They took out those damn sticks and shocked him more than they had in the cage. It was enough to make the gun drop from his hand as he fell to the floor. A needle was then injected into him and only moments after, he was consumed by darkness. When he woke up, he was strapped onto a table that was positioned upright. This, was unfamiliar. It didn't look like they were getting ready to drill him. He was in a dark room with a handful of men inside.
One of them holding a syringe with an all too familiar red liquid. He had seen them inject it into the reapers -- hell this was what Lincoln had fallen to his knees for.Bellamy tried to struggle free from the straps to no avail. Before he knew it, the contents of the syringe were injected into him. The pain that coursed through his body forced him to hold back a cry. There was hardly time to recover before he felt more and more being forced into his veins, and eventually, even he could not hold back the yells.
