Mind Games

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Damn. Murphy wasn't kidding. These people really knew how to torture their victims in order to extract information. Bellamy was currently lying the dark cell, unsure when the last time he had seen light was. His body was covered in blood, bruises, cuts and burns. He was lying against the wall, his eyes closed, slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a combination of things: the pain, exhaustion, lack of food and well, they gave him just enough water to survive. One hand was now void of fingernails, figuring that they would soon start on the other hand or work on cutting off his fingers. He wasn't putting anything past these Grounders.

Despite all this, he didn't break. They may as well rip out his tongue because he wasn't going to tell them anything. He'd rather die a thousand times over than betray his people. So long as they were safe from the Grounders wrath, that was all that mattered. His eyes hazily opened when he heard the door of his cell open. Inside, he was scared. Of course he was for he was human. But he couldn't show that. Fear was weakness and he wouldn't give these bastards that satisfaction. He was pulled up by two grounders, each taking a hold of his arm as he was practically dragged to what he had designated as the torture chamber. He hardly had the ability to walk at this point, or even see clearly from all the bruises and swelling around his eyes.

His breathing quickened when they neared the room, knowing it was useless at this point to beg them not to. He was then thrown inside, landing on his knees against the hard ground. Something wasn't right. Usually they chained him against something and commenced. Why wasn't be being restrained. His curiosity was peaked and he raised his head. It took a few moments for his vision to clear enough to see what was going on. Three figures in front of him; three people who were not Grounders. And when he recognized who it was, he shot up on his feet and attempted to move forward but was immediately held back. The adrenaline gave him at least that much strength. "You bastards! You lay a hand on them and I swear I'll end you!" How? He didn't know. But the fear of them harming Clarke, Jasper, or Finn made him speak out this threat, despite how hoarse his voice may be he found strength in it . . . stemmed from the fear of what could happen to them.

[Clarke Griffin]

She had no idea how they got where they were, but the bump on her head she felt while being in her small, rancid smelling cell, had given her an idea of why she couldn’t recall: She had been hit over the head and that was it then, lights out, being carried or dragged here and locked up, together. Testing the restraints was her first action until she realized they wouldn’t give in. Then she saw the walls. There was blood, from what she saw potentially fresh, at least parts of it. Could this be where they held Bellamy? Was he here? The thought alone let her hope. Maybe they had found them. They could communicate through the bars, all of them, they could get out of here, together. Or so she thought.

Suddenly the door burst open. Her scream was muffled by the gag, but she immediately recognized the shape of the man being thrown inside. Bellamy. They hurt him! They tortured him. Those bastards. They would pay for that. Rage made her struggle against her restraints once more. How dare them? Their eyes seemed to meet for a second, as he shot up to threaten them not to touch them. As if the Grounders would care. One of them inspected Finn, then her, then Jasper, as if they were cattle on the market. He even dared to hold her chin, make her turn her head to be inspected. They chose Finn. Clarke had to watch helplessly as they tied him to a pole and started to cut him. Every scream went straight through her, creating almost physical pain for her. She screamed as well, muffled ‘no’es into the gag again, until they apparently had enough of it. 

The leader, if he was, slapped her, then again held her chin to force her to look at him. His other hand went for her breast. If she hadn’t been gagged, she’d surely not try to hold back the nauseous feeling at that. “Don’t worry, we will have our special fun with you.” It was enough to actually silence her for now, the threat alone. Clarke did no longer make a sound at Finns agonized screams, instead just staring at the wall, trying to not hear them. She failed. She heard, she saw Bellamy still and there was nothing she could do right now. She could not patch them up and make them better, she was helpless. Silent tears ran over her cheeks.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

They made their way to each one of the others; each one of his people. His friends. They picked Finn, proceedig to tie him to the pole. "Let him go!" Bellamy yelled out as he struggled to get past the arms holding him back to no avail. Bellamy could take it; he could handle the torture . . . but he didn't want it inflicted on the others. Having been through some of it, he knew what was in store for them and these bastards were going to make him watch. They were going to make all of them watch. Bellamy took a deep breath, closing his eyes as Finn's screams echoed in the walls of the room.

Bellamy tried to keep himself composed, though it was horrible to hear. Horrible to witness. He opened his eyes once more, unable to look at what they were doing to Finn, and instead, focused on Clarke and Jasper. The horror on Jasper's face and fear numbed him, and Clarke . . . his eyes watched her as the Grounder in charge struck her across the face. Bellamy once again tried to fight back the guards holding him back, struggling against their strength. The way the monster was touching her . . . and then his hand went to a more intimate area, taunting her with something that filled Bellamy with horror. They wouldn't dare.

"I'll kill you," he said, an unnvering calmnness in his voice, that lasted for only seconds as the angered bubbled over. He felt his blood boil and the rage unleash itself. "I'll rip your head off!" He yelled again, this able, charging free of the hold but hardly made it far before he was struck in the stomach with the handle of an axe and knocked to his knees. His arms were forcefully pulled behind him and his wrists chained.

He knew that this was what they had wanted. They wanted a reaction from him, and he had just given them that with what was suggested to Clarke; the way the Grounder was already violating her. He had given them more leverage and he hated himself for it. But he couldn't contain his reaction. Not at the thought of someone forcing themselves on her. It was revolting and made Bellamy sick to his stomach.

"Just tell us what we want to know and it'll all be over." How could Bellamy do that? How could he risk all his people? If he told the Grounders what they wanted to know, Clarke, Jasper and Finn would be dead anyway. But . . . how could he possibly ensure watching them do this, knowing, that it was only going to get worse. Bellamy clenched his jaw, keeping his mouth shut as he tried to quickly figure out what to do; how they could get out of this. Hearing Finn scream, seeing Jasper's fear and . . . well, what could happen to Clarke, well, Bellamy was getting desperate to say the least.

[Clarke Griffin]

It was Bellamys voice, his calm threat, deadly in itself, that made her look up and look at him. She didn’t expect that reaction and yet at the same time she did. This was Bellamy, he protected his people at all costs. He had saved her life when they still basically hated each other. He couldn’t see the smile under her gag, but she tried to make him see her gratitude, with her eyes, until fear replaced it. They struck him again, mistreated him again. Clarke struggled against those holding her again. Those bastards. They were torturing him enough and they knew it. The smile of the Grounders was lost on her as she focused on Bellamy and then the screams of Finn. This wasn’t possible. The two men she trusted the most were being tortured, right in front of her. She was almost tempted to scream for them to stop. She’d tell them everything. Only she couldn’t. She couldn’t do this to Bellamy, nor their people. There were too many lives at stake. If it took theirs to protect them, so be it, even if it killed her to hear and see them in pain, to hear Finns screams fade to whimpers and silence entirely. He was passed out. It was over, unless they wanted to continue. 

With her, it seemed. They threw her forward. Had her hands been free, she could have just reached out and almost managed to touch Bellamy. Only almost. Her hands were tied, though and soon gripped by a Grounder. He held her wrists down. For a moment she didn’t do anything, too stunned to react. Until she felt hands on her ankles. Clarke screamed against her gag, she tried to kick out but to no use, two Grounders held her ankles and forced her legs apart. No. No!!! Clarke panicked. She thrashed, tried to get out of their hold, no matter what, but to no use. At one point they tore her shirt open. They were doing this, weren’t they? And just like that they stopped. Just like that they let go of Clarkes legs and pulled her up by her hands. Would they take her away now? Do it where the others couldn’t see? Or what was going to happen?

Clarke saw how they took Finn down. They dragged him out of the room. Jasper next. Was this over? For now, maybe, but they surely weren’t finished. They didn’t have the information they wanted, yet. Clarke, like Jasper followed semi-willingly to their cells. It was dark. Clarke heard someone else was in the cell next to her, but she could not see who or where they were.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The screams were silenced as the pain caused Finn to pas out. Bellamy wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but for the time being it meant that Finn's torture was over . . . for now. The Grounders much preferred torturing people when they were conscious enough to feel the pain. It also seemed that they were not satisfied with just having a go at Finn, for suddenly, they grabbed Clarke.

"No!" he shouted out, half expecting them to strap her to the table as well . . . but it seemed they were intending something far worse. He had almost been within reach of her but the opportunity quickly faded. They held her down, parted her legs and proceeded to tear her shirt open. It was too much. This, was not something that Bellamy could idly lay witness to. He should appear calm, knowing that they were doing this to provoke a reaction, but he couldn't.

He couldn't do nothing. It was as if an anger he'd never experienced before took over as he leaped to his feet and headbutted one of the Grounder guards, uncaring of the impact it left on his own head, though it did manage to cause the other to fall to the ground. He then raised his leg to kick back the other Grounder that was approaching him, a raging fire that had consumed his entire body at the sight of Clarke being pinned on the ground and violated.

The men however stopped, though Bellamy was far from finished. It mattered not for he was struck acros the face with a few heavy blowa, causing him to fall to his knees. His vision started to get blurry again and in a hazy fog, saw Clarke and the others dragged off. "Clarke," he breathed, his voice weak as he tried to fight off the darkness that was threatening to consume him. When they were dragged out, the lead Grounder lowered his head to be right in front of Bellamy's as the co leader was on his knees.

"Next time, we won't stop until we're finished." Bellamy knew full well what they meant by that, and it sure as hell wasn't referring to Finn. Bellamy let out an angry sound, akin to a growl as he was pulled to his feet and also dragged out of the room. He was throw back into his cell, landing on the cold hard ground as he breathed heavily in attempt to catch his breath.

The fury within him had far from subsided, for he knew that the image of Clarke on the ground like that was forever burned in his memory. And, it could very well get worse. In fact, he was certain that it would. He had the power to stop this, but at what cost? Besides, who's to say the Grounders would even stop their torture if he talked. Bellamy's head turned to the cell next to him. He couldn't see who was in there but he could have sworn he heard a voice. He shifted toward the sound. "Is that you?" He dared to ask, his voice hoarse. Clarke, Jasper . . . Finn, if he was conscious. He just had to know if they were near him.

[Clarke Griffin]

She needed to see him. She needed to see Bellamy, to speak to him, to feel his skin, his wounds under her fingers, maybe even do something about them, but most importantly she needed to thank him. In all of this, he risked so much by just getting up and fighting for her, for example his damn life. But of course in this cell, she doubted she’d even be close to him. With her luck whoever was next to her was Jasper, the one person least capable of handling this. Clarke clutched the torn edges of her shirt to cover herself again, as well as she could in those circumstances. Without Bellamy… they would have done it, she was sure right now. Clarke hadn’t really paid attention to the noises, figuring a good amount of them would be Jasper and Finn, but apparently she wasn’t right. That voice. Bellamy! And it sounded like he, of all people was right in the cell next to her. She rushed to the bars.

“Bellamy?” It had to be him. Maybe he could come to the bars himself. The light was well enough to see him then, but only then. “Bellamy is that you?” I had to be. She was not hallucinating or losing it, was she? Maybe, after all that had shaken her to the bone. She noticed it then and there, how her hands shook despite holding onto the bars, how her entire body shook. This nightmare had to stop. They just wanted to live in peace, but here they were, tortured, one by one. They wanted some information from him and Clarke knew they knew how to get it out of him, or at least a way to make him react, to break him. 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

That voice. The voice he longed to hear, if only to know she was alright. And yet, the one he wished he didn't hear for he wished she wasn't here. He wanted her to be far away from the evil clutches of the Grounders. But at least this was something. He could hear her shift closer to the bars and he did the same, inching closer to them. Seeing her hand gripping the metal bars, he moved his hand to cover hers, trying to touch whatever skin he could in this moment. "Hey," he said in a low voice, looking intently into her eyes. What did he say? What could he say? Ask her if she was alright? She had just been attacked in the worst way a woman could be.

"You alright?" The question came out regardless. Did they do anything more to her before dumping her in the cell? Though it wasn't long, he didn't understimate how much damage these bastards could do in a short amount of time. He needed to remain composed, focused. Because he had to find a way to get them out of here before any further damage was done to them. "Clarke . . . " He began to say, his gaze dropping for a moment, his fingers gently squeezing how he was awkwardly covering her hand over the bars. His tone held an apology to it, because his silence was what prompted their actions against her. He raised his gaze to look at her again, his eyes pleading with her to understand what he was trying to say, where words failed him. He was ashamed; ashamed that he had let that happen. That he had let them touch her like that.

[Clarke Griffin]

He was really in the cell next to her. One moment there was only blackness, the next she could see and feel him. He had his hand on hers. Given the bar this was probably the closes they could get, but she didn’t mind. Maybe she could reach through the bars. With a bit of better light she could look at his wounds, see if something needed attention. Clarke stopped holding her shirt, bringing her other had to the bars, to squeeze through them. Her hand barely fit through only up to her wrist, no way Bellamys bigger hand would make it through. She didn’t mind. It was all she needed right there. It was all she needed for her fingertips to touch his shoulder. He was real and relatively whole, but what about the other two? She wanted to check them herself, but couldn’t. Clarke froze at his question. It took her a moment to consider if she should just lie to him or tell him the truth. She opted for the truth. 

“No. But I’m not hurt, thanks to you.” She wasn’t injured, not badly, which was also due to him well completely raging out as they tried it. But it scared her, shook her to the bone, still made her shiver. On top of it she was worried for him, Finn and Jasper and their people. And she was scared in general. Who knew how far they would go? They pulled this trick to get answers from him. And his response, well even Clarke could make the connection they would make. If they really wanted to break him, the logical way was through her as it had provoked the kind of response they seemed to want. So no, she was not okay, but for now she was not injured.

“Bellamy, hey. We’ll get out of here. We will find a way.” At least they would try. They had to. “Bellamy, don’t tell them, okay? We might be four people here, but we have 80 back home, we have to protect them. What… what happens to me doesn’t matter, okay? Protect them. I can take it.” 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He always appreciated her honesty. She admitted that she wasn't ok, but that she wasn't hurt . . . thanks to him. Thanks to him? No. He didn't do anything. Other than give them the ammo they needed, and he was fairly certain they would continue to use it. These Grounders were willing to go pretty damn far to eliminate their people. Feeling what part of her he could, and seeing however much he was able to through the dim light at least assured him she was fine. If only he could see the same in Jasper and Finn who obviously weren't in the same cell as her. He wasn't sure how much of this Jasper especially, could take.

She then assured him that they would get out of here; that they would find a way. His motivation was greater than ever, but he had been stuck here for a while and time was now of the essence. They wouldn't keep all of them alive for long. They could start picking them off one by one. Clarke then told him words that he knew he needed to hear, yet ones he wasn't sure he could accept. Don't tell them, she was saying. She was right, they had to protect the others . . . and furthermore stated that she could take it. "But what if I can't?" He asked her. Physical torture was one thing, but mental and emotional torture was not something he felt he was strong enough to endure.

He didn't care if his question made him sound weak. Clarke was one of the first people he had opened up to after Dax tried to kill him. He didn't fear judgment from her. "I can't let them do that to you," he added on. The sight of how close they were to doing it was enough to haunt him. "You need to get out of here, Clarke." He could take care of Jasper and Finn. The threat against them wouldn't be the same. But for a woman . . . it was different. "Whatever happens, if the opportunity comes, take it." He would need to plan for it, to find a way that she could just make a run for it. "Are Jasper and Finn near you?" Were they in the cell next to her?

[Clarke Griffin]

What if he couldn’t? That was a question Clarke never expected to hear from him. She knew Bellamy Blake as strong, determined, initially even as selfish in the beginning. Now he was saying he could crumble, he of all people No. She wouldn’t let him. It was torture, they meant to break him, aimed for it specifically and they got their response. It only made him human, not weak. She could endure it. She could try and help him. Maybe she should… A plan formed in her mind. She was his co-leader. She was as responsible as he was. Maybe she could share the burden of all of this with him. It was worth a shot, but she couldn’t tell him. He’d protest. He already did, telling her how he could not let it happen.

“Bellamy, I know. It's okay.” It was so obvious to her and everyone else, that he didn’t want this to happen, that he’d probably do whatever the hell he could in order to stop it. And she would do what she could in order to stop them from doing this to him. Physically it would be her, but emotionally, mentally he’d be just as much a victim of it as she was. 

“I won’t leave without you. We’ll make a plan. We get out here together. And our people, they won’t abandon us. I won’t leave without you.” Or maybe she would. Maybe she should in order to get help and get them out of there. But what opportunity should present itself? So far they had not given them any opening. Had there been a single one, ever so small, Bellamy would have taken it ages ago and escaped.  No matter what, she'd judge in the moment.

“No. Not that I know of. I thought I heard Jasper earlier and Finns moans, but I don’t know where they are, not from what direction it came from. It could be on the other side of the corridor." Was this another tactic? To only put them together?


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Clarke continued to reassure him, telling him it was ok. But it wasn't. He shouldn't have let that damn Grounder even touch her. Her next words of how she wouldn't leave without him caused him to close his eyes with frustration. He wasn't surprised to hear that. He just, didn't want to hear it. They shared the same feelings of loyalty to one another and their people, but this time . . . he wasn't going to accept it. He hoped his eyes once more to look at her.

"I'm not asking you, Clarke," he said, his voice more stern, holding a strong authority to it. He wasn't asking her; he was telling her. He of course knew better than to order Clarke around, but this was not debatable. "You get the hell out of here. That's the plan right now." If he could somehow get Finn and Jasper out too, that would be ideal. But right now, Clarke was the priority. They wouldn't do to them, what they were threatening to do to Clarke. "If we can find a way to distract them, you might be able to make a run for it. Do you remember how you got in?" He asked, wondering if she was brought in consciously and thus, knew where the exits were.

 She then spoke of how she didn't know if Jasper and Finn were near her, though she heard them. He wished he could talk to them too, but out of all of them, being next to Clarke was the most ideal. "Alright," he breathed out, trying to think quickly and piece together what he already knew of their tactics. They would most likely go after Clarke or Jasper next. "Was anyone else with you when the Grounders got you?" He inquired, wondering if there was someone else who potentially could have gone back to camp to inform the others . . . or worse, someone who had gotten killed.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Making orders, Bellamy?” She tried to make light of the situation, as much as was possible, but really not much was possible. In the end she would have to do it just to save them. She might not abandon them, but she could get reinforcements. She needed to. She would not let them get harmed further. The question was just if they would manage to find or create an opening for it. Clarke sighed.

“No. They knocked me out. I woke up in here. Jasper and Finn might remember, I don’t know if they were awake.” But she expected it. Neither seemed to have a bump at their head. And if they threatened them, they might have given up, figuring they could be more useful alive with Bellamy in the prison than dead on the forest floor, which was more than likely right. Only one of them did not seem to be here. If they had her, they surely would have brought her in, taunted her like they had done with Clarke and then Bellamy would have absolutely lost it. Those poor bastards. Poor Bellamy. 

“We were out to find and free you, Bellamy. What do you think?” It was probably answer enough. He wasn’t stupid, he was after all quite clever and he’d understand what she implied by that. Still Clarke felt the need to say it, to confirm his suspicions even if she would rather spare him. “Octavia was with us. But I am pretty sure she got away."


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She teased him about making orders and ordinarily, he may have offered a teasing or sarcastic remark in reutrn, but not right now. The thought of what could happen to her was too haunting. "Damn straight," he said bluntly, glad that she didn't try to argue with him about it or be adament about leaving with him. As long as she was out of here, that's what mattered. She'd have a better chance of getting away from them, he knew that. They just needed to get her outside these walls. She then explained that she was knocked out, though was unsure about Jasper and Finn.

"We'll figure it out," he said, not having details of how, but they would. They had to. Hearing that they had gone out looking for him, once again wasn't surprising but as he felt before, he wished they hadn't. Because all of them would have been safe; free from the clutches of the Grounders. One person came to mind and Clarke knew him well enough to bring her up. Octavia. She got away.

"Thank god," Bellamy breathed in relief. It was bad enough they were taunting and attacking Clarke like this. He would lose his mind if they did the same to Octavia too. "If she can get to Lincoln, then maybe we have a chance." Because Lincoln knew how this all worked; he obviously knew his people better than they did and could hopefully help them out. The thought of Octavia being with Lincoln was maddening, but he couldn't do anything about it. Other than hope their relationship could get Clarke and the others out of here.

[Clarke Griffin]

“We have a chance, yes.” Lincoln or the others could get them, maybe in a few hours from now they would be out of here. Clarke let her forehead fall against the bars. She felt exhausted. This world allowed none of them to rest and on top of it… on top of it was that looming thread of what would happen to her. A lot would. She didn’t know what those grounders thought, but had she been in their shoes, she would have chosen the one getting the biggest response out of him, which unfortunately was her. As she thought about it, about how they basically announced what they would do to her the next time, she pulled her hand back and used it to close her torn shirt again, not from shame towards Bellamy. Bellamy wouldn’t take advantage of it. It was because, well she was scared. She didn’t even want to think of it. This was things from horror stories, now it was her life. How could it be? Clarke was just about to say something as a cell door swung open. The next minute someone grabbed her and pulled her away. Clarke tried to fight back as darkness made it impossible for her to see Bellamy again. Damn it where were they bringing her?

The answer followed soon. It was this torture room. Instead of the pole they tied her to the table. The binding held. Damn it. She tried and tested them, but nothing would give. As she lay there she felt them cut off her pants, leaving her only in her underwear, but at least she was still wearing something. She didn’t even have to look up to know they brought Bellamy in when the door opened, but she was surprised to see them bring in Jasper and Finn again. So they were about to do this with all of them watching.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

A chance was better than nothing, but it still wasn't good enough. Bellamy couldn't wait idly for someone else to come break them out. He had to do something about it too. He wanted to tell her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her, or at least something to bring her mind to ease. To give her the same reassurance that she gave him . . . but all too soon, she was pulled away from him.

Panic rose in Bellamy as she was taken out of the room. He hardly even had time to yell. He just banged on the bars of the cage in a rage, unable to do anything else. Oh god. What were they doing to her?! . . . He didn't even want to think about it. He took deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm though he felt the anger ready to explode. His eyes shot to the door when it was opened by the Grounders. They chained his wrists once again and began to drag him to the room.

He tried to look around to get a sense of where the exits were, but was immediately distracted by Jasper and Finn. He gave them both a small nod, an attempt at reassurance that everything would be ok. But as Bellamy was pushed into the room, he closed his eyes and turned his head away, silently cursing. She was strapped to a table, rid of her pants, lying there . . . and Bellamy dreaded what was coming. He once again tried to regulate his breathing, clenching his jaw, feeling like he was going to be sick.

He tried to maintain his composure, but it felt near impossible. "You're all monsters," he breathed out, opening his eyes to look at them once more. "If you're such damn warriors then why don't you actually fight instead of doing this!" He was angry, of course he was. He doubted his words would make any difference but he didn't know what else to say. What else to do. He was dragged further into the room, practically being given a front row seat. His eyes went to Clarke's, a slight tremble in his body from the fury he felt building up inside of him . . . threatening to explode.