Paid In Blood

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was a massacre. One that left Bellamy in shock as his eyes scanned over all the fallen victims. They were not casualities of war. They were murdered. And by none other than one of his own people. Finn had gone too trigger happy and just started shooting. Firing the bullets at innocent men, women, and children. Civilians, who had nothing to do with their missing friends. They had nothing to do with Clarke. Finn had slit a Grounders throat not too long ago, but this . . . this had gone too far. Those that were left were shock, traumatized no doubt. And Finn just stood there, seeming to be shocked himself. That is until Octavia's fist slammed against Finn's jaw, yelling at him for what he had done. Bellamy intervened, his arms wrapped around Octavia to hold her back as he then quickly positioned himself between the two of them.

"Get the hell out of here," Bellamy snapped at Finn, his voice stern and held no room for argument. Finn took a few steps back before he bolted the scene. Murphy looked at him, before following as Bellamy turned his attentions back to the bloody scene before them. "My son!" He heard one of the Grounders yell out. Octavia was the first to rush to the man's side. She seemed to know him, such was evident in the way she kneeled next to his bleeding boy. With Octavia there, Bellamy looked to the rest of the crowd. The look in their eyes as they hovered over their deceased loved ones. The way they looked at him with pure fear above hatred. There were no other survivors. "Bell! He's still alive!" Octavia's words caused Bellamy to quickly turn and join the scene, crouching down next to the boy. And that was exactly what he was: a boy.

"I need to take him to Tondc," Nyko spoke, a slight tremble in his voice for pure fear of losing his son. Right now, he was not a warrior; he was a father. One who should not have to mourn the death of his child. "A healer is there," he spoke, already scooping up the unconscious boy into his arms. "Aren't you their healer?" Octavia asked, standing up next to him as Bellamy followed suit. Nyko looked from Octavia to Bellamy, before turning his gaze back to the woman.

"She is a Sky Person." Immediately, Bellamy knew. Who else would be a healer? Who else held that kind of knowledge? Who else would Nyko take his son to in order to be tended to with wounds -- a gun shot -- unfamiliar to the Grounders? Clarke. It had to be. Bellamy fell silent as he followed Nyko and Octavia. He looked back at the village, regret and pain heavy in his heart, but there was nothing he could do here. He needed to get to Clarke. For the first time, he felt a burst of hope.

It was time to get to her and bring her home. They didn't stop once until they reached the gates of Tondc. Nyko spoke for Octavia and Bellamy, as the two of them were forced to surrender their weapons; something they did with ease. "I need to see her!" Nyko stated, his son in his hands. Nyko had done what he could to tend to the wound -- hell even Bellamy and Octavia offered what knowledge they had of tending to a gun shot victim -- but they needed a medical professional. They needed Clarke. Despite the wary looks they were given, Octavia and Bellamy were permitted into the camp, staying close to Nyko, and being escorted by four men, two on either side of them. They may have become prisoners just now . . . but that didn't matter. Bellamy would deal with that after. After, he saw Clarke.

[Clarke Griffin]

In the past days or weeks – Clarke had lost concept of time and location long ago – her life had been turned upside down. From a delinquent being sent to earth, fighting for her life and the life of her friends, she was now a prisoner to Grounders. Anya had taken her first. While her and Finn managed to escape initially, during the fight, the war, they had recaptured Clarke and dragged her to the biggest city close by. Clarke had been chained inside a hut for the first hours of her imprisonment. They told her she would be the healer, replacing the absent men while the other and with that only healer they had lived in another village. At first the blonde tried to get out. She tested the chain. She trashed a good portion of the hut, though not the potions and poisons in them. How foolish of them to leave her alone with them. She wondered if they knew she could probably kill herself with them if she wanted to. But she still held onto hope somehow. If someone survived the fight, they would come for her. They would come for her. 

Clarke held onto that hope, through the declaration of Indra being the new chief. She held onto that through the punishment she would receive for the others apparently killing three hundred Grounders. Really, Clarke was proud of them, so she wanted to take the punishment a proudly as she could. It meant she’d be in constant pain for around a year, but it would do. Some of the others survived and if Bellamy or Octavia, Monty, Raven or Jasper were among them, they would come to her and free her. Every day she held onto that hope, while she mixed tinctures with trembling hands, while she watched her own blood drop to the floor, while she healed tiny wounds on children as gently as she could. She held onto that hope in the mornings when a Grounder came, undid her chains and dragged her out to the town center, where a few of the others got to cut her, spilling her blood as her people spilled the blood of their people in self defense.

This morning was different. Not long ago she had seen Lincoln tied to the pole and she heard of the skai girl saving him, a part of her had lost just a bit of hope then, but this morning, as someone held up her shirt to cut across her abdomen, she saw them. It was Nyke, the one always refusing to hurt her, carrying his son, but the people trailing him were of more interest to her. Octavia and Bellamy. Had she not been tied, she knew she would have fallen to her knees and cried out for them. Instead she cried out in pain. Someone, Indra, she suspected, had taken her right hand and stabbed it. The way they looked at Bellamy, she suspected the woman knew that they had done something similar to Lincoln. But after that, they untied her, allowing her to rush to Nyko. The man had been the only one caring for her. He had helped her set up and treated the wounds when he came to the town. Now his son was shot. 

“What the hell happened?” she asked him and Bellamy and Octavia, but didn’t stop to really speak to them motioning to the hut she lead the way to it. Another Grounder soon put the chain back around her foot, but she didn’t bother to even comment on it. Nykos son was priority now. “Nyko, I need hot water and as much seaweed as you can find in this town. Octavia, come here, please.” Clarke held a cloth out to her. “Press it to his wound. I need to see if the bullet is still in him.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't sure what he was expecting upon entering the village. He didn't know how their treatment of Clarke would be -- though he could easily assume based on past experiences that it wasn't going to be good. But Bellamy knew he couldn't screw this up. He had once shot to get her out of here and he wasn't going to be a loose cannon and go crazy. Which was precisely why he hadn't told Finn that she was here. He expected that it was only a matter of time before word reached Tondc about what Finn had done. Hell, they were walking in here with a live witness and a half alive one. News was going to spread. Nyko didn't owe them any loyalty in this regard. Bellamy was surprised enough that the Grounder offered the information he had to them. He imagined that had something to do with whatever rapport he and Octavia had though.

When they did see Clarke, Bellamy froze. His lips slightly parted in shock, seeing the blade swipe across her skin to cut her. What the hell were they doing?! Despite Bellamy's earlier thoughts of needing to remain composed and stoic, instinct took over and he attempted to rush toward her, only to feel two heavy bodies holding him back -- a couple of the warriors that were 'escorting' them. Bellamy tried to struggle free but to no avail. It only got worse when Indra took notice of him and stabbed Clarke's hand. Bellamy chest heaved with anger, his heart racing and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He didn't miss her gaze; and the reason for it. Bellamy had done the same thing to Lincoln. Was this their idea of revenge?! He tried to push free again, but those holding him back kept a strong grip on him. It wasn't until they untied Clarke that the two warriors released their hold on Bellamy. He was furious. Livid. And all he could do was stare at Clarke as she quickly channeled her attentions to the wounded boy.

They were led to a hut where Clarke was once again chained up. Is this was what they did to her then? They chained her, tortured her, and forced her to heal their people? Damn them. These were the real ones they should be targeted; not the innocents that Finn had released fire on. She asked what happened, but no one spoke to directly answer the question. Not even Nyko. Surprising indeed. Though Bellamy supposed it was the man's fear of losing his son that silenced him for the moment. This was not a secret that would be long kept. She instructed Nyko to get hot water and seaweed, while instructing Octavia to apply pressure to the wound. The entire time, Bellamy's eyes stayed on Clarke. What they did to her . . . all this time she had been missing, and all the damage that they could have done to her in this time . . . it made Bellamy's own heart will with anger toward them, and fear for what she had been through.

While Nyko was off getting the supplies, and Octavia was holding down the cloth, Bellamy reached out, taking Clarke's wounded hand in his own as he looked down at it. He took one of the pieces of cloth that would have been used on Nyko and instead, began to dab it on Clarke's wound to wipe the blood. He leaned toward her close, very close so that they would not be overheard by the 'escorts' that were still here to monitor them. "I'm getting you out of here," he said in a low voice before drawing back. He took advantage of the fact that she couldn't so easily reject his words. His statement was filled with determination, confidence. He was getting her the hell out of here. Once the blood was wiped away, he tied it around her hand to at least stop the bleeding for the time being. "What can I do?" He asked, offering his help to save Nyko's son.

[Clarke Griffin]

Keeping her mind at strictly business, she could focus. But apparently Bellamy disagreed with letting her mind stay in that headspace. She was a left hander, so the right hand stabbed would not hinder her too much. She needed her left hand more. Bellamy still drew attention to the pain in that hand by pulling it to him to wrap it with a piece of cloth. What he did stopped the bleeding thoroughly, so really she had to be grateful for it. He had made it easier and otherwise her blood might have mixed with the blood of Nykos son. “Thank you.” She could not do much more than that. She couldn’t react to his announcement, as that would alert the guards to what he said and it was better if they stayed happily oblivious to it all. She had to focus on Nykos son and then she wanted to know what the fuck happened to get him there and why Octavia and Bellamy were with him. Did one of them shoot him? No. No way. They might be willing to protect their own, but they wouldn’t just shoot someone.

“You can… hold him down, should he come to.” Clarke moved forward now. She examined the kid for what was wrong. The bullet went straight through. Feeling inside him, she could feel clearly how bad it was. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. It missed major organs, the bullet was clean through. Once Nyko was back with the seaweed and water, Clarke turned to Bellamy and Octavia. “We got this.” Meaning her and Nyko. She worked a bit more than the other healer, teaching him what she knew better than him. Once the boy was stitched up and no longer bleeding, Clarke told the guards outside to take him somewhere quiet to monitor him and let him recover. Nyko followed of course. A small click was all that indicated the fact that the two Blakes and Clarke were locked inside her hut now. Clarke didn’t bother cleaning herself up. She pulled a curtain open and plopped herself down on the mattress behind it. It was the only real seating option for her in there, it was the place she spent most time in, sleeping and resting in between being needed and cut and food. The blonde carefully arranged the chain, so it would give her the most freedom she could find.

“What happened? You haven’t told me something. And how are you alive? They said no one survived. They said… they said I’m the only one to survive. And now you’re here. Are you two hurt? What happened with Nykos son?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy did as instructed, holding the the patient down while Clarke did what she could. He silently watched her, and Artigas, seeing her hands move quickly, expertly . . . until soon enough, it was done. She told the guards outside to take the boy and Bellamy's gaze followed him until the door was closed on the other side, leaving them here. Clarke then moved to her mattress and Bellamy took a few steps toward her, following her as he stood near when she was seated, or laying. She asked a series of questions, and Bellamy knew there was a lot that had happened. He was trying to figure out where to start.

"We'd thought that the others would be with you," he explained, since they weren't at the drop ship. He had hoped -- or not hoped but assumed -- that they would have been with her. But it was clear that wasn't the case. He couldn't address all the questions until he asked one of his own. He crouched down to be somewhat on the same eye level as her, his gaze intently fixated on her. "Clarke, what the hell have they done to you?" He had seen the way they'd strung her up, and they kept her locked in here for all this time to what . . . serve as their healer? It was sick, and Bellamy needed to know as much as he could if he was going to find a way to get her out of this.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke had to look up at the man who was usually taller than her anyway, now so much more. She wished the others would just sit down as there was no way they would get out there for a while. They wpild probably have to discuss what would happen with Octavia and Bellamy now. Clarke feared they might be made to share her fate. She didn’t want this punishment for either of them. She hated it, she dreaded the morning, the pain and weakness that followed. Clarke watched him, sighing deeply as he asked her the one question she did not know how to ask without him flipping out on the village. He was protective of the people he had been assigned to as a leader. 

“It’s what they do, Bellamy, their culture.” She began to explain. “It’s… they say blood must have blood. We killed 300 of their people, spilled their blood, now we must pay with ours. Since I’m the only survivor, to them up until now, I had to pay that. I’m useful to them, though. That’s why I get to live. Usually they would inflict cuts until I die. Since I serve as their healer I am being cut a little every day I’m useful, so I get to live, but I have to suffer. That happened every morning since, Bellamy and it will continue to happen. And we did kill those people.” She didn't say she deserved to pay the price alone, god no, but she understood where they came from. "I'm afraid the two of you are prisoners too now."

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened to the bull shit that was Grounder culture. Blood must have blood. After they sent so many warriors to kill them, because they lost . . . they were the ones who demanded justice? It was ridiculous and Bellamy wasn't about to stand for it. He wasn't going to let this keep happening. What, they tried to kill them and then blamed them for wining? No. This was not justice in the slightest. "Like hell we are," he said in a low voice, not accepting that fate. "We're going to get out of here." They had to. He wasn't going to stay here and just let them continue to cut up Clarke, while being hypocrites and using her skills at the same time.

"We only killed them before they could kill us." It was war. And the Grounders were throwing a tantrum because they had lost. "Clarke, it's about to get worse." Not just for her, for all of them. He knew he needed to explain what had happened. "Finn, he snapped. He shot Artigas and over a dozen other Grounder civilians." It wasn't going to be good. Not at all. "They're gonna retaliate for that. Which is why we need to get out of here." Before that blame fell onto them, and was expressed toward them. They may not kill Clarke because of her valuable skills, but what if they took it out on Octavia? He couldn't let anything happen to his sister. And so he needed Clarke's knowledge of this place so that they could find a way out of it.

[Clarke Griffin]

“This is why Artigas is in this state?” Clarke asked. Finn did this. And Bellamy was right. They would retaliate. They had her punished for self defense, but at the same time she knew, deep down, Bellamy was right. They would retaliate for this as well. What was she supposed to do, though? She was locked in here, wounded, though not deadly. She was chained. And they were locked up in here as well. She knew they had to try to escape, but if they got caught, it would be their death sentence. She had to think straight. And not of what this caused. Finn had killed people in cold blood. He had snapped, because of the war? It made sense.

The blonde moved in her position. She reached down to her foot, checking the chain again, but it wouldn’t give. Maybe if they broke her foot. If they could get her out of that, they could climb out and she guessed Bellamy was strong enough to maybe carry her despite the broken foot. “Unless one of you knows how to pick locks, I think we could break my foot.” It would heal, eventually and she was in pain every second anyway, so what would a little more do? Not much. It was worth it. Maybe they could stop things. She hoped they could. “We can probably get out through the roof or some other way one the chain is off.”

Bellamy Blake