Mind Games

[Clarke Griffin]

This was a nightmare, it had to be. Bellamy was fine, he was back in the camp, barking orders. Finn was probably trying to piss him off. Jasper was somewhere with Monty and she was patching up a wound. This was what happened, not here. Clarke wanted to close her eyes, to imagine she was there, but she also knew anticipation might help her prepare for what was about to happen. It would hurt either way. And that fact was highlighted by them dragging Bellamy forward. Clarke decided to stare into his eyes, hoping to find some form of comfort in them. To her surprise something cold touched her skin, she looked to where one of them drew a pattern onto her arm with what looked like crushed plants. What the hell? Was this some kind of sick ritual before they did what they threatened Bellamy with? Clarke watched almost in fascination as those lines and swirls were drown on her arms, her chest, her stomach, her legs. She couldn’t understand. 

“What are you doing?” she finally questioned. She regretted it that moment. The leader smiled cruelly. What the hell was he playing at? She saw the men just…. Bring in water? What didn’t make sense for her moments before became perfect clarity as they pressed a cloth over her face and poured water over her body and face. The cloth made her feel like she was drowning as the plants reacted with the water, turning to acid, burning into her skin. She thrashed, screamed, tried desperately to free herself from the cloth that was drowning her. Finally they pulled it off, giving her just one moment to breathe, before repeating it. Her body was on fire, while she was drowning, the damn irony was not lost on her. Finally they put it away and asked Bellamy a question.

“Ready to talk?”

Clarke answered for him. “No. Is that all you got?” Truth was, she did not want more, but their people had to be protected. No matter what. It earned her a slap, before they grabbed her chin again and forcefully opened her mouth. Part of her feared they would pull her teeth out, but instead they poured another liquid inside, then covered mouth and nose to force her to swallow. She resisted for as long as she could until instincts could no longer be ignored. As soon as she swallowed they let her breathe again. With tears running down her cheeks now, she turned her head to look at Bellamy. He had to hold on. 

“You’re on a countdown. This was poison. She will be dead in five days. Unless you speak.” Dead. In five days. They poisoned her. No. No. He couldn’t speak. They could find a way. They could come free. Lincoln surely had an antidote. He had one before. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched helplessly as they started to put some sort of substance on her, and then proceed to put a cloth over her mouth, pouring water over her as the substance burned into her skin. He knew all too well these methods or torture, and couldn't bear to see Clarke subject to the same. "You sick son of a bitch!" He yelled, pushing past one of the guards only to be stopped by the other, forcing the three of them to watch as they continued to torture Clarke. They weren't doing what they had threatened to, but its not like this was a whole lot better to witness. He asked him if he was ready to talk and Bellamy just stared at him with an intense rage, clenching his jaw.

Clarke answered for him though, which caused her to be struck before the same brutal method of torture was put upon her. Once again, Bellamy tried to shoved himself forward, but there were too many people holding him back. He glanced to the side, seeing that Jasper had thrown up from witnessesing the torture and Finn looked like he was going to crack which prompted bellamy to knock Finn out before he did or said anything stupid. This was not good; not good at all. Clarke's screams and struggles certainly didn't help, and it left Bellamy at a total loss as to what to do. His eyes locked onto hers as everything else seemed to fade in the background, moving in slow motion. A voice saying that she had five days to lived pulled him out fo that, as he looked at the Grounder who spoke. His words processed in Bellamy's mind, realizing they had poisoned her.

His chest heaved with anger he couldn't ever remember feeling before, staring with a deadly expression at the man. "You'll be dead long before then." His words caused the Grounder to chuckle, though he could see the clear frustration in him at Bellamy's lack of talking. The threat cost him another strike across the face which Bellamy hardly flinched at when he was struck. Physical pain was nothing anymore. "So this is how you fight your battles." He had a mouthful of blood from the blow and spit it at the Grounder's feet. "Some damn warriors you are," he said sarcastically. No matter what he did or said at this point, it wouldn't matter. They had tortured her, burned her body, abused her . . . so many things that Bellamy would never forget.

He wished he could stop it, but he also knew that this was on him. Every bit of pain she went through, that was on him. Because he wasn't talking . . . and they now knew that the best way to get to him, was through her. "She has nothing to do with this." Which was a lie, but this had started with him, and he intended to have it finish with him, absent from the others. "None of them do." Jasper, Finn, especially Clarke, they all needed to get out of here. "You want something from me, you come at me to get it." Like they had, unsuccessfully so. "Maybe I'll talk if you try something more convincing on me and only me." Torture him, not the others. That was what he needed them to do right now, and then maybe, they had a chance.

[Clarke Griffin]

She couldn’t hear what Bellamy was saying, couldn’t make it out, but she saw he was speaking. Clarke knew he was trying to protect them, not telling them anything, this was Bellamy. He would only protect them not hurt their people. But he couldn’t. Not from those people. Slowly she realized again what was happening to her. They were untying her. Maybe they noticed how still she had gotten as Bellamy spoke, focused only on him and somehow broken. It wasn’t planned by her, but it was a stroke of luck. Clarkes mind was suddenly on fire. Bellamy had urged her to leave if she had the chance. Now, just one more binding was holding her down. As a grounder was undoing the last binding as Bellamy suggested they should try to torture him more, Clarke found her opening. Idiots. They hadn’t bothered to hold her, thinking her weak enough to actually be broken. As soon as she saw an opening, Clarke made a run for it, out of the door, hopefully out of here back to the dropship to get help. Five days were enough to free them, surely.

It might have been hours since her attempt to run, as grounders carried her down to the cells again. She had never even made it out of the village and had been paying the price for trying to run alone, far away from Bellamy and the other boys. Now she was just barely conscious, covered in cuts and bruises that had not been there before her attempt to run. Clarke noticed it wasn’t her cell they threw her in as soon as she fell to the floor, because she saw a shadow that grew clearer and clearer. It looked like a person she knew more and more. Bellamy. It was Bellamy. They threw him in his cell? Clarke reached out for him.

“Bellamy.” At least she was not alone now. At least they now shared a cell, though she was well aware it was probably part of their tricks. Did they want her to be close to him while the poison worked? Probably. "I failed."

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was staring down the Grounders, but was not totally oblivious to Clarke. He could practically see her mind at work. She was going to do it. And he was going to do whatever he could to help give her that pass. If she could just get back to the camp, Lincoln could give the antidote to the poison and then she could be back with reinforcements. Yes. It would work.

The second she made a run for it, Bellamy struck the leader against the face. Even Finn had regained consciousness and tried to push back one of the guards to clear the doorway for Clarke. Bellamy assisted in that, pushed his body back so that he pinned one of the guards against the wall as he jerked his head back to smash his head against the Grounder's face. It wasn't about their escape right now, it was about Clarke's. He could hear her footsteps fading away and he could help but smile.

An expression that was short lived when he felt something strike his stomach, and then his face. He fell to the ground, feeling blow after blow, as they gave him a good thrashing. But it didn't matter. Pain was physical and soon enough, he was knocked unconscious. When he woke up again, he was back in his cell. He was relieved. Relieved that Clarke had gotten herself out of here. He could take care of Finn and Jasper easy enough, but now the Grounders wouldn't be able to made crude threats against her. He heard the door open and rose to his feet, fully prepared for whatever they planned to throw his way . . . or so he thought. For the only thing they threw at him was Clarke. "No . . . " He said in surprise, seeing her lying there, his eyes widening.

No. No. NO! Anger took him over once more as he fisted his hand, and punched the hard stone wall around them, the strong emotions numbing any sort of pain. When he managed to compose himself, he knelt next to Clarke to see the damage. They had beaten her, which only fueled his rage. But she was alive. He put his hand on her shoulder, leaning down to inspect her, his face close to hers.

He slightly shook his head, silently arguing when she said she failed. "It's not over yet." He was not going to be defeated. He was not going to give up. "We got this," he added in a continue low speaking tone. They may have put her in here to torture him, but really, it was a comfort because at least if he was with her, he could do more to protect her. He didn't have to helplessly watch her in another cage. But that didn't mean it was easy to see her in this state, and what the bastards had done to her. "You're ok, Clarke," he added on, having to believe that. She would be ok. He'd make sure of it.

[Clarke Griffin]

Him being her was in a way a relief to her. There were worse people to be with than Bellamy Blake. He was strong, he was intelligent, though more skilled in certain fields than others, the most important one: He was a good leader and a great fighter and he would try his best to protect them all, to the last man and woman. He had changed, Clarke had seen it. Initially he was selfish, all about himself and Octavia, it had changed as they had taken up leadership as the kids started to accept them as such. Now he was as selfless as it got, willingly sacrificing his own health and life for others. They were in so much trouble. She was in so much trouble. She would die down here. She would die. Right then Clarke felt like this was set in stone. The poison would kill her within five days, sooner the weaker she was, she knew poison. 

“We don’t, Bellamy.” They really didn’t have this. They were on the disadvantage. They were held here at their mercy, used against one person, efforts concentrated on one person, but the others could break at any second, becoming a liability to them. Most importantly Clarke now knew they would not let them go, even if they told them what they wanted to know. They would not give her the antidote. They would kill them, all of them, even if their people came for them. It would be to late at least for her. “I’m not, Bellamy. I’m dead.” The injured woman turned slightly, pulling her legs up to her chest to curl up on herself.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She told him that they didn't have this, and that she was dead. Bellamy refused to accept that. He he didn't want her to be defeated either. He moved his hands to her cheek and gently moved her head so that she was looking at him. In return, he looked deep into her eye, wanting her to see he meant every single word he was about to say. "You listen to me, Clarke," he began. "You're not dead. None of us are. We're alive and we're gonna find a way out of here." She was usually the one offering hope and encouragement; now, it was his turn.

"Those people back there need you." He needed her. "So get this out of your head," he demanded. "You can't let the Grounders win. This is what they want, and we are stronger than that." She was so much stronger than practically all of them, and he wasn't going to let her forget that. "Don't give up now. Don't you dare give up." Because he hadn't, and he wouldn't. Not until they were all out of here. He didn't know what the bastards did to her between her attempt to escape and bringing her here. She was battered and bruised, and he dreaded to think of much further it could have gotten. But he would get her out of here, no matter what it took.

[Clarke Griffin]

New tunes from him, but in the face of this danger, in the face of her giving up, she was actually not really surprised to her him try to encourage her. He was like that, trying to get his people to safety, to survive, even if it cost his life. Clarke looked into his eyes and while he obviously tried to encourage her, it failed. How could she feel encouraged, when she knew at the very least she would not make it back to the dropship alive. She would succumb to the damn posion unless a miracle happened. There were no miracles, not in this world, not on this earth. Miracles weren’t happening. This was survival and he had to focus on those who could realistically make it. That was no her. 

“They need you more than they need me.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, hating to disappoint him, hating to know he just tried so hard to fight for her as well as for their people. They needed him, this man who’d die for them all. Finn and Jasper needed him. They were still alive, she, she was basically dying here, not worth any rations or worry. “The poison… Bellamy, they won’t give us the antidote if one exists to begin with. I will die from this. Even if we get out of here, even if we get to Lincoln, how is he going to help? Do you know what poison they gave me? I don’t. I’m dying.” She did not say what else was in her mind: I want to die.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The very notion that they needed him more than her was one that he refused to accept. "Bull shit," he bluntly stated, wanting to dismiss that very idea from her mind. "They need both of us, together." They were stronger together than apart. They had protected their people, taken care of them in ways that he wouldn't have been able to on his own, or with any other partner at that.

He needed Clarke. He needed her strength, intelligence . . . just, everything about her, he needed. "Lincoln knows more about this than we do." Which was obvious, but he wanted to remind Clarke of that. "They made you drink the poison. It takes five days to kick in. That's plenty of information in order to narrow down which antidote it requires." That was the key though; getting to Lincoln. Or well, getting Clarke to Lincoln. "You just need to hold on. Keep fighting. Our people are waiting for you to come back. Don't let them down." She was far more valuable and important than she was giving herself credit for. "We all survived thus far. We'll survive this too." Not just him, not just Jasper or Finn . . . but Clarke as well. He didn't care what it took, even if he had to make a damn deal with the Grounders. He couldn't jeopardize their people, but nor would he just watch Clarke suffer.

[Clarke Griffin]

It sounded so easy coming from him, too easy. She knew a bit more about poison, unfortunately. While she didn’t know what poison it was, she knew no poison ran on a tight schedule, it was simply impossible. It was an average thing, but more like a deadline. She would be dead in five days, but what guaranteed them that she wouldn’t die before? Nothing. It was just a rough estimation. She’d be dead then at the very latest. 

“I took it orally, that’s the only reliable information you have about that, Bellamy.” Unfortunately. “Five days, we don’t know that for sure. It’s what they said, but look at me? They… you saw what they did to me, my body has been weakened. It could be kicking in faster, I could die faster. Maybe I die faster because this poison is unfamiliar.” Maybe she held on longer because of it. “If they’re sure I am dead in five days, chances are the poison usually takes longer to kill, because right now my body is vulnerable to it, it’s fighting on every corner.” It was fighting to heal her, to keep her alive, another opponent just made it weaker. Her body was not invincible unfortunately. She didn’t know how to fight this, not anymore. “How? How are we? There’s no way out for us, Bellamy. This place leads right into the middle of the village. You can’t get out undetected.” They were screwed. She couldn't see how their people could free them. And she couldn't see how they could get free. Unless he had some brilliant idea, she was sure they'd die here. "What are we going to do?"


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

While it was true that the Grounders could have lied about the duration of the poison, he knew that thinking like that wouldn't help mattters. He wasn't wasting a second, either way. "Let's focus on what we do know, and not wasting any time thinking about what could happen or what ifs." It wasn't going to get them anywhere. Was he terrified of losing her? Of course. More than he could possibly admit. But that would only make him panicked, and he had to be calm . . . ironic, considering how he had blown up before in front of the Grounders.

But it had only made things worse for her, for them. "We'll find a way," he told her. It would be best at night. "How long did it take you to get to the exit, and into the village? What did you see surrounding the place?" He knew she had been running and in a frenzy to get out, but he needed to know what was around them so that they could somehow plan for it. Truth be told, Bellamy had no idea how to get them out of here. He only knew that he had to find a way. His hands moved from her cheeks and casually rested no her shoulders. "Tell me everything you can," he said in a low voice. First step of their escape was getting out of this cell; the next step was getting out of the village. Once they got properly into the woods, they would have a far better chance.

[Clarke Griffin]

That was a good idea, to focus on what they did know. It could be very, very valuable to the boys. They could get out of here. Bellamy would get his people out, she knew it. He had done so before. He was holding on right now, with wounds that showed all too graphically through what he had been, what he had been willing to suffer through to protect his people. She had seen him handle punches and what not in his desperate attempt to protect her, had seen him willing to punch Finn in order to protect their people. They needed him if they wanted Jasper, Finn and him to make it out of here and he needed all the information.

“From the torture room? Not long. It’s just up some stairs and you’re out. It’s close to the exit. At least that one.” She knew Bellamy would know what this meant, but she hoped he would not press for details. She could not handle giving him details. She could barely handle breathing right now. “Nothing. Houses, I think one was a smithy not far. You guys could reach it.” She had only seen it as she was captured again. "This… is underearth. Mines, I think. The only light is artificial.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He listened attentively to every detail she could give him. The torture room was not far from that particular exit, which meant there had to be another one as well, most likely in the opposite direction. SHe added on that there was just houses and that they could reach it . . . that undernearth them were mines. Where the REapers were. "Alright," he said, clearly deep in thought of how he could use this information. He needed to find some way to get the others would of here. Whether he went with them or not, priority was getting them out of the village.

His hope was with Lincoln, but he also knew that he couldn't solely depend on him. Thinking about the plans, he looked at her, properly noticing her state . . . not only mentall yor emotionally but also physically. He wished he had something to help clean off the blood, but he didn't look a lot better. He just hated seeing her like that. Where he couldn't give any solid words of comfort right now, he hoped his actions could provide even a semblance of it.

He slid back a little so that his back was against the wall, gently pulling her with him. He adjusted her so that her back was against his chest, allowing her to rest against him rather than the cold wall. His arms wrapped around her front, holding her against him. "You're ok," he told her, in a low voice. "We're all gonna be ok," he added on, in as much of a calming voice as he could.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke didn’t want to move, but it appeared she wasn’t given much of a choice. She never even imagined this to be a position she would find herself in, when Bellamy sat and pulled her into his arms. Did he know that the grounders would potentially see this as an invitation, as a way to break him further? Both of them. They already saw them as a couple, Clarke knew as much from her time in this other chamber, had caught moments of them calling him her husband and descriptions of the pain they would inflict on him, directly and through her. Still the position offered a false sense of comfort, like Bellamy could protect her from more pain. For now she was happy to just close her eyes and pretend like he actually could.

Clarke moved her head so it was pressed against his neck. She was breathing his scent in, mixed with blood and what else was all over him, but his scent dominated. It was perhaps what could hold her together right now. “Bellamy… I’m scared.” Clarke didn’t know where that came from, but it was a truth that seemed to come from deep within, because damn she was.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She told him that she was scared. And well, truth be told . . . so was he. He was terrified. Of what they could and would do to her. To Jasper. To Finn. He took a deep breath, swallowing back his own fears. He needed to be strong, if only for her. "I won't let anything happen to you." Anything more happen to her. Those were words he often said to Octavia, words he had not said to anyone else . . . until now. He hadn't entirely planned to say them, but they came out with so much ease and sincerity. For a long while, he had never expected to care for anyone apart from Octavia -- and his mother before she was floated.

Nor did he think anyone would care for him. But it was seeming like someone else was taking that role in his life; that his emotions were not solely reserved for Octavia anymore. It was one thing to feel them for their people in a general sense, but this was more about the individual. It was more about Clarke. About who she was as a person, as a woman. "Get some rest," he encouraged softly. She must be exhausted, and he wasn't going to let her go unless they ripped his arms off his body.

[Clarke Griffin]

She didn’t know if it was her bodys exhaustion or his encouraging words, but soon after he told her to get some rest, Clarkes eyes closed. She slept, but not good. Soon she started moving slightly in her sleep, moaning, in pain. Whimpers and shivers added. Clarke had a nightmare of what they just did to her. She woke with a scream. When Clarke felt arms around her, her mind did not go to him. They went back to what just happened to her. They went back to the torture and she panicked.

Clarke started to lash out, to free herself from his embrace, not knowing it was Bellamy, who just wanted to protect her. With speed she didn’t know she possessed with those injuries she shifted to the other side of the cells. Clarke pulled her knees up, making herself as small as possible, hiding from him, from them. “Please… don’t.” It was a whimper to please not hurt her. Clarke was still not aware of that being Bellamy who held her. Especially not as the cell door opened and the Grounders came inside. They only picked him out, leaving her behind in the cell, pressed to the wall, hiding.

Bellamy Blake