In Your Eyes~~~The 100 Bellarke FanFiction

Silhouettes

Clarke:

With my eyes closed I could see the silhouette of the sunlight through the trees, I had memorized their outline. I was next to Queens river, on the Trikru side, laying lazily on a rock staring up at the bright sky. Its where I came when the grounder camp got too chaotic. "Whats wrong with a little chaos?" I laugh quietly to myself remembering what Bellamy had said so long ago. At the time I would have done anything to get rid of him, but now.... All I really want his him back safe. I fear I made I huge mistake but we needed a spy and he was willing. I really didn't want him to go but I couldn't be selfish. But I can't lose him. I can't imagine what I would do if I was the cause of the death of another person I care about. Especially him.

Bellamy left only 3 days ago and we haven't heard from him yet. I'm worried but I know I can't show it. I'm their leader I have to make the hard decisions no matter what my feelings are. I have to be closed off if I'm going to save my people. So yes I have to make the hard life ending decisions. I'm sure if it came down to it I would be able to, but I can't just turn off me feelings. The truth is I care. I care so much and I'm so scared that he won't come back and I'll have to continue life not only without him but knowing I was the reason.

I sigh and open my eyes to physically see the blinding light peaking through the trees. I have memorized the light patterns in the trees and have drawn them multiple times because I knew that it won't be like this forever. I doubt this time next year (if I'm alive) that I'll even remember being able to lay on a rock and stare at the sky. I'll miss how peaceful it is. The warm sun and the sounds of the forest and rushing river water. How free my thoughts are. Before my eyes have time to completely adjust to the raw sunlight, someone calls my name. Lexa. God leave me alone, I groan.

"You are needed at camp." She says with annoyance lacing her words. I know I'm childish for leaving all the time but I need to step away every once and awhile. All this planning just reminds me the mistakes I've made, the people I've let go. One word and we all die and so do our people in Mt. Weather. So I do as I'm told. It's hard working with her. Every time I see her I think of Finn and Bellamy. I don't blame her but I defiantly know she played a part in me losing them. 'You haven't lost Bellamy completely,'  I think to myself. A grounder comes up to me and beckons me forward. I take one last look at the sky and hop off my rock. Lately I've felt more like a princess then ever but not in a good way. I yearn to hear my nickname cascade off his lips. I can see him now laughing at how the princess escaped from her tower. I would give him a sarcastic glare and would continue laughing and smirking. And everything would be okay. God I miss him. It's only been three days and we've been apart longer but I knew I would find him. We where looking for each other. It's different now. I sent him away to prove myself to someone I despise. I don't know if I'll see him again. Lexa stares daggers at me nods for me to walk back to camp. I nod and we walk back in silence.

Lexa:
"Are u sure it's not a trap." I question the sanity of my fellow warriors.

"No, but how can u turn this down. Our only plan is that boy in the mountain. He could be dead, a reaper, or getting tortured for our battle plans as we speak." I think of what he has said to me. We have just received word from mount weather itself to meet. Just me and 4 of my men. I nod in acceptance.

"But we will inform Clarke. No one else can know of this. If they wanted a slaughter they would have told us to bring more men. Any less and they would have planed on killing me. They want to talk." I say with too much confidence. Anyone will believe what I say if said correctly.

"I'll inform Clarke." Stern.

"I will come with you." My side says.
And with that we left.

Clarke:

"Wait how do you know this." Astonished that the little rats would even crawl out of there caves.

"They sent it on a recording device and left it by his door." Lexa nodded to the boy standing next to the window of the hut. A young handsome boy with slightly wavy golden locks, down the way Finn would wear it, and icy blue eyes. But he didn't remind me of Finn. He reminded me of Bellamy. Despite the polar opposite features his presence radiated Bellamy, the way he stood, how he breathed, how he carried himself. Perhaps it really was the boy or maybe Bellamy had consumed my thoughts for too long but something about him held me hostage. It wasn't until those crystal eyes stared back at me that I realized what was at task.

"Let me hear it." I gesture to the tape recorder.

"Hello, my name is Cage Wallace. If you are hearing this you are most likely you live in the sun. Hand this over to your commander before we go any further. Now down to business. We would like to meet and discuss some things. Just the commander and 4 of her men. When your ready press the red button and we will find you. You can bring weapons we will too, but we won't hurt you unless needed." As I listen his voice pours chills down my back and I don't even know why. He doesn't scare me, but what he can do to those I love... That scares me. I'm going to the meeting and giving him a piece of my mind. Before that he adds one more thing. "Also don't bring the princess. Tell her we'll have plenty of time to talk later."

The recording stops. My knees go weak as Lexa asks who the princess is. I sit in the closest chair and put my hands in my face. My breathing heavy. How does he know? What did he do to Bellamy. Lexa asks me again if I know who it is. I pull my self together for a brief second take a breath deep and choke out, "Me. I'm princess. They have Bellamy." Her face grows dark with concern. The room feels small and I'm suffocating in my own skin.

I can't take it anymore. I stumble out to the river but the sun has set and the light is gone. And I drift into a day dreaming state shaking on my rock listening to the peaceful sounds of the forest the rushing river and my soft sobs.