The 100: Fan Fiction

Part Seven

I wake up in a tent, half expecting to be in a cage. Shaking the memories away, I stand, and almost hit my head off of the top of the tent.

"I'm a midget," Lilly says, and I jump, startled by her voice. "You're much taller than me. So, be careful." She doesn't look up once, sharpening her knife is apparently her biggest priority.

"Come on, Bellamy, we've got to go." She says after an akward moment of silence.

I nod, and follow her out the tent. She packs it up, and we walk silently for a while, until I notice Lilly's limping. She was yesterday, but slightly, so I didn't think anything of it. But now, it's severe, and it's slowing us down.

"Hey," I say, breaking the silence, "what's up with your leg?"

"Nothing. You're camp is this way," She says, pointing her freshly sharpened knife forward, "keep going for about two or three miles, and it'll be there."

"Woah, wait a minute, you're not coming?" I stop dead in my tracks.

Lilly comes over to me. "Nope, you're on your own. Au revoir."

She heads in the other direction. "They'll kill you, Lil." I say, grabbing her arm.

"I don't care." She retorts.

"Lil-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"Just go. You'll make it worse. Please." She puts her hand to forehead.

"I can't lose you again." I say quietly.

"You've already lost me. Now go, Bellamy." Lilly demands. She shoves me back, and walks the other direction, while I just stand there like an idiot.

I watch her walk farther away, and suddenly hear a piercing bang, and Lilly falls to the ground. Mountain Men. I want to yell, I want to scream her name, but my mouth is dry for words. I think of running to her, but I'm no use to the camp dead. I can't abandon Octavia, I can't abandon Clarke.

Lilly looks at me, and points in my direction. One of the Mountain Men fire at me, and just miss.

"Run!" Lilly screams, holding a hand over her stomach. I shake my head. I can't leave her again. I can't. 

She just nods and repeats the word. The one word that decides my fate. The word that can make me go to her, or farther away. Run, Bellamy. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. My feet time in with each word, quickening the pace. I run deeper into the forest. Run, you coward. Despicable. Horrible. Monster. Monster. Monster. MONSTER.

The word swirls in my head, as I continue to run towards camp. All you do is hurt people. My voice. My thoughts.
You're not a monster, Bellamy. You do what you have to. To protect us. To save us. Clarke's voice? I stop after about an hour of running and walking, and sit underneath the shade of a tree.
I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you. Clarke's words rest in my head.

"I need you too." I whisper, becoming drowsy. "I love you, I need you."

"Save me."

Ugh! The feels! Please comment, and ideas are welcome!!!