Redemption

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gabriella Slater

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Today had been trying. An emotional roller coaster. Bellamy had gone with Clarke to check out what supplies they could gather . . . and Bellamy had no intention of coming back. Now that they were in touch with the Ark, despite the fact that Thelonious had lived, Bellamy knew that the man wasn't just going to forgive and forget. They were going to kill him when they came down here, and Bellamy wasn't about to take that risk of being executed or imprisoned. So he would flee. Well, that had been his intention. With everything else that had happened . . . his mind had been changed. The bad nuts had made him confront his guilt over not only shooting Jaha, but also, killing 320 people on the Ark. The radio would have stopped it -- but he hadn't known. And yet, that was not justification. He would have to live with it. Live with the blood on his hands.

Dax had been the final battle. He had nearly killed him but thanks to Clarke, he had not succeeded. Clarke asked Bellamy to come back, and he did. From her words, he would come back . . . for her. Once they returned to camp they announced the arrival of the guns and lay down the ground rules. Tomorrow, they would start training. Those guns were the only chance they had to defend themselves against the Grounders and hopefully with Raven's help, the bullets could be repaired. Furthermore, Clarke and him had come up with an idea to get him pardoned.

Bellamy hadn'tt wanted to kill Jaha, Shumway had told him to. Clearly, there was a bigger conspiracy here: mutiny. So they would use that information to get him pardoned. They had yet to put that into motion For right now, Bellamy had other stuff to do. He went to get a bowl of water and returned to his tent, washing his face from the blood. Once he was done, he stepped outside, heading over to where the guns were being kept to make sure no one tried to get wise with them. Guns. Finally. Something to help them out. And they needed all the help they could get.

[Gabriella Slater]

Initially, Gabriella had been heartbroken when she found out her dad was one of the 320 people on the Ark who sacrificed their lives to save the remaining people the oxygen they needed to survive. She couldn’t imagine why he would do such a thing but then... of course. During the first few days on the Earth she’d had her tracker forcefully removed, she hadn’t wanted to but it was practically pried from her wrist. Her father must’ve thought she was dead, there would’ve been nothing left for him to live for.

But then, the sadness had been quickly replaced by uncontrollable anger. She remembered the conversation she overheard; the one about how Bellamy threw the radio into the river because he didn’t want the Arkers to follow them down to Earth. She didn’t think it meant much at the time because they had since made contact with the Ark, but now she knew that during the time they had no connection to the Ark, they were sacrificing themselves up there. They thought there was no other option, all because of Bellamy and his selfishness.

The next thing she knew she was seeking out Bellamy, the boy who killed her father, even if it was indirectly. It was his fault, all of it. All the hope she ever had was gone because of this one person. “Bellamy!” she shouted, approaching the boy quickly from behind. He might have been a lot taller than her, but that didn’t intimidate her. Before he knew what was coming for him, she swung her fist quickly towards his face.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gabriella Slater

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had been distracted from his current task when he heard someone shout out his name. Well, that never was good. He knew that tone all too well. Someone was pissed at him. And hell, she was hardly the first one to be so. Usually it was Octavia yelling at him like that. But this time, it wasn't. He would have recognized her voice and this one . . . he did not know. As soon as he turned around, he was greeted with a fist clocking him across his jaw.

It didn't hurt; he'd been through worse, but the surprise of it caused him to keep his head turned to the side for a moment, as his hand came up to run over the skin over his jaw. His tongue moved along the inner walls of his cheek as he finally turned to look at her. "What the hell is your problem?" He demanded, not loudly but it was as blunt as the tone he often spoke in.

He recognized her of course as one of the delinquents . . . but he didn't know her well. She looked young, and pissed. The latter seeming to be the main focus of things right now. He lowered his hand from his cheek and casually rested it by his side once more, waiting for her to answer his question before he too god annoyed with a random girl coming up and hitting him. Though deep down, he knew that whatever the reason was . . . he was fairly certain that he deserved it, and so much worse.

[Gabriella Slater]

She didn’t care if she was drawing attention to the pair, maybe then someone would see that he was the real problem. She wanted justice; something they would be familiar with since they were all criminals one way or another. It took will to hold herself back from hitting him again, but she figured that he at least deserved to know why.

Breathing heavily, she adverted her eyes from him for a moment before clenching her fists at her sides and turning to face him. “You. You are the problem, Bellamy. You’re selfish and you feared for your own life so you sacrificed the lives of others to save yourself. You destroyed the last chance of saving my dad’s life, even after forcing us to remove the trackers.” She said, her voice trembling, though it wasn’t clear if it was with anger or sadness- maybe both.

“We were supposed to trust you. You were one of us, but you’re not anymore. You’re a murderer.” She said bitterly, stepping away from Bellamy. She didn’t think there would be any way she could forgive him after this, or even give him her trust again. “There must be others like me, and I’m going to find them and tell them the truth about you.”


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gabriella Slater

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The moment she started talking, it all made sense. Truth was, her anger was not uncalled for. It was not displaced. She had every reason to be infuriated with him. Had the situation been reversed, he would have the beat life out of whoever had been responsible for the death of his parent. Unfortunately for Bellamy, that person who was responsible for the death of his mother . . . was himself. So it only added to the self loathing her already felt. He wouldn't justify his actions. It was irrelevant. The fact that he didn't know contacting the ark was imperative to saving those people . . . no.

He would not make excuses. She called him a murderer, and she was right. He was. A murderer. A monster. But Clarke had asked him to come back. She told him that he was needed. And if that was the case . . . then he wasn't going anywhere. He wouldn't run away, because no matter where he went, the images of all those he had killed would haunt him forever. It was when she stepped away and told him that she was going to find the others that he reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her, though it wasn't a harsh grip. Just a way to stop her.

"And then what?" He asked. He was not afraid of some sort of mutiny, but he also knew that this wouldn't resolve what she was feeling, nor make things better. "You're gonna round a few people up, try to hang me?" Like what was done to Murphy. Justice, that was what they called it . . . but now, Bellamy knew better. "It's not going to do anything. It won't bring your father back. It's just gonna make you leave camp and put yourself and whoever else in danger." Because, he was confident in his position here.

Her words hit him hard, though he remained completely stoic. She didn't trust him; he wasn't one of them. He couldn't let this shake his decision to go though. He had to stay. They were his people, despite what had happened. And he would prove that to them. "Think this through. You wanna be pissed at me, be pissed. But don't do anything reckless." Think, before acting.

Bellamy had learned the hard way what happens when one doesn't do that. He then let go of her arm, seeing what she would do. He couldn't stop her if she left. He only hoped his words would give her pause. "I'm sorry." His voice was sincere, for he truly meant it. "For what happened." It had not been his intention, but he knew he was to blame. All those people, 320 people . . . dead, because he didn't think. He had just acted. A mistake he would not make twice.