The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter 2

Clarke's hand was torn from Octavia's, as they were lead by officers to small rooms where they would be alone to see their family's and friend's to say their goodbyes. Clarke silently studied the room. It was white from top to bottom. A table and two chairs sat in the center of the room. Not one bit of color. Clarke pulled a chair aside and sat in it. Fears and worries entering her head, they were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Clarke!" Clarke's mom, Abby, said as her voice slightly cracked. She slammed the door to the room shut.

"Mom?!" Clarke jolted up from her seat. She hadn't seen her mom in two years.

"Clarke, we don't have much time," Abby told her as she walked up to her daughter. "You need to get a pack, some have food, water, or weapons. You need to find shelter, and an ally. Two pairs of eyes is better than one." Clarke nodded. Her face was serous, yet nervous. "They will drop you all down to earth in separate locations, be careful, Clarke." Abby began to talk faster, she could tell that the short time she was aloud to see her daughter was coming to an end. "I love you, Clarke."

The door opened and a deep voice told them. "Time's up."

Abby nodded as she began to walk out of the room. Abby stood in the hall, but she quickly turned around to see her daughter's face one last time. "Remember what I told you, Clarke." Abby quickly spoke. Clarke nodded her head with a tear gleaming in her eye. Then the door closed.

Soon two guards came in to escort Clarke to her pod. The pod is what would send her to earth. First, she had to get a tracker implanted in her arm. They walked Clarke through an empty hallway. Of course, it was white top to bottom. Then they opened a door that read medical on it. "Sit," a tall dark haired woman ordered. "Clarke Griffin, age seventeen." She read from a sheet.

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Bellamy was guided roughly by two officers. They brought him to a door that read "Medical." He walked in to see a room that was all white. Of course. Bellamy thought.

A short lady with long red hair stood by the door. "Bellamy Blake, age seventeen, turning eighteen in a little over a week." She looked up at him in surprise. "You barley made it." Bellamy let out a sigh of relief, they thought he was seventeen, they didn't know that he was twenty-two. He just nodded and said, "Yeah. I guess I'm lucky."

"Yes, you are." She agreed.

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Octavia extended her arm in a careful manner. The tall lady with the short brown hair grabbed her arm, and stuck in a large needle in her arm, she shot some sort of tracking device in her. It was surprisingly painful.

"Ow!" she said as the lady pulled the needle out.

"When someone dies this device will make a buzzing noise. If you wander out of the boundaries we have set, the device will buzz twice as loud as the death buzz." The lady told her. Octavia just nodded.

"Okay." The woman turned to the officers. "She's good to go."

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"Get in." The officer ordered as he pointing to the pod. "Aren't we all supposed to go down on the same drop ship?" Bellamy asked with concern. What about Octavia? " This was the only thing Bellamy really wanted to know.

"The Chancellor is trying something different this year, he's dropping you all off at separate locations." The taller officer told him. "Now get in."

Right when he got to the ground he had to find his sister, that's all Bellamy Blake cared about.

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The landing was rough. Clarke's ears where ringing. She went to exit the pod.

I have to get out of h - suddenly she was yanked back to the seat by her seatbelt. Clarke undid the belt. Then, opened the pod door.

Clarke curiously stepped out into the world. Her black boots crunched on the tall grass. Clarke studied the area around her, it was just like the pictures she had drawn in her cell. Green was everywhere. The trees reached for the beautiful blue sky. The tall grass looked almost untouched. The air was so fresh. A smile came to Clarke's lips as she examined the area around her.

Then, Clarke heard an alarming scream from the woods, then a buzz in her arm. Someone had died, only twenty-seven left. Clarke swallowed rather hardly. She looked around her, again. This time seeing a pack, just like her mom told her. Pack, shelter, and ally. Clarke repeated over and over again in her head.

Clarke ran over to the pack. As soon as she reached it, she opened it to find one canape, a few loaves of bread, and a six-inch knife. Clarke stared at the knife before she pulled it out of the bag. Clarke flung the backpack over one shoulder. She held the knife in her hand as she cautiously walked in the direction of the scream.

She heard another scream, it came from the same direction. There no buzz, no one had died. Yet. Clarke slowly picked up her speed as she progressed in the direction the scream came from. Still no buzz. Octavia. Clarke thought. What if whoever is screaming is Octavia? Another scream, then there was a buzz.

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Bellamy had blood dripping down the side of his head. He hit his head on something, he didn't know what. But, what Bellamy did know was that he heard two screams coming from the woods. Bellamy picked up his speed, but then came to a complete stop when he saw someone, a girl with blonde hair. Bellamy didn't know who she was.

Bellamy backed up behind a bush, not wanting to be seen. Bellamy stared at her, he had to kill her. He slowly made his way from behind the bush to where she was. A twig snapped under his weight. Bellamy swiftly and silently moved behind another large bush.

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Clarke jumped up when she heard the snapping of a stick. She scanned the area, no one in sight. Clarke knew someone had to have been watching her. "Hello?" she asked, trying to sound brave. Clarke then continued toward the direction of the screams. Bellamy knew he had to kill her, well thought he had to.

As soon as Clarke began to walk forward Bellamy knew it was now or never. He swiftly ran up to her. Clarke heard the loud crunch of someone coming. She turned around quickly, but by the time he had reached her it was too late. Bellamy had pinned her to the ground, and held a knife to her throat. Bellamy's knees were on Clarke's elbows, keeping her pinned down.

Clarke's eyes widened when she realized what had happened. An older boy with brown hair, his face all bloody, was holding a knife to her throat. "Don't, please, don't!" Clarke pleaded as she lay on the ground stiffly. Bellamy just remained where he was, the knife still on her throat. Just get it over with. A voice in his head told him. You can't kill her. Another came.

Then that's when Clarke realized who this was, the blood made him look almost unrecognizable. "Bellamy?" Bellamy's eyes grew confused at the sound of his name. He had no idea who this girl was, but she knew him. "Your Bellamy Blake, Octavia's brother. Octavia is my friend," Clarke told him. Bellamy slowly pulled the knife away from her throat. "Do you know where she is?" He asked as he got off of her.

Clarke shook her head. "No." She saw Bellamy's face turn to a different look an angry, scared, sad, and emotional look all rolled into one. Bellamy looked down at the ground in hopes that she wouldn't notice it, but she did. "We'll find her." Clarke assured him. "We'll?" He asked as he looked back up from the ground. Clarke nodded and repeated. "We'll." After a long pause she added, "Two eyes are better than one."