GRIM REAPER¹, bellamy blake

080 ━━ dead man walking

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"CHANCELLOR ON deck," was the first thing Iona heard once she woke up. Her bindings had been severed from Lincoln due to her injuries, allowing her to peacefully rest away from the man who always tugged on her arm and disrupted whatever ounce of sleep she attempted to get.

She blinked open her eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a brief moment. Iona needed to gather her bearings- after hearing all about how her love had slaughtered her people- so she breathed heavily.

Then, she sat up, leaning over with her elbows on her thighs, hands clasped together angrily, quietly popping each of her knuckles as a distraction.

She saw him, then, with his pretty features covered by a stoic expression; one, that, when he glanced her way, faltered slightly. Bellamy blinked at her, trying not to let it show just how much the last thing she said to him actually hurt.

He smiled slightly, forced by the tension creeping in the air, and that's when he knew something was wrong.

Iona, despite being angry with him, would always smile back. She'd always show a glimmer of love and adoration in her pretty dark eyes, and eventually, that playful smirk would dance upon her lips when she caught him looking.

Now, though, there was none of that.

She didn't smile. Her eyes didn't shine. Nothing about her seem friendly, and her stance was completely and utterly closed off from the outside world. She had this distant look on her face, and she was absentmindedly chewing on her bottom lip.

The room was full of people. The guards, the prisoners, Lincoln, Pike; none of them seemed to exist, then- in that moment.

At that moment, it was just Bellamy and Iona, and he'd be damned if he didn't find some way to read her through the bars, and through the icy facade she was putting on. It was just for show, he assumed, but concern stirred deep within him.

What if it wasn't?

Iona's eyes remained on Kane as Pike approached. He stood up immediately, prepared to be taken away for questions- or punishment- but was immediately shot down by Pike's disapproving look.

"I'm not here for you," He said to Kane. Glancing around, he eyed every grounder in the room, even finding Iona's gaze, a homicidal fire blazing within them. "Each of you are guilty of the same crime as Kane. As such, you will share the same fate: death."

Iona didn't move.

She'd been threatened before- by far more threatening people, may I add- and merely chuckled darkly as he eyed her suspiciously. She shook her head, grinning to herself, and sniffed, choking back a snort.

"What's he saying?" One of the grounder women cried.

Iona, ignoring her questions aimed at her and Lincoln, merely shrugged her shoulders, maintaining steady eye contact with Pike, "Better than you have tried. Death just doesn't work for me."

Pike gave her a sarcastic smile, tilting his head slightly- the action made Iona laugh darkly- and saying, "Pity."

Lincoln hurriedly approached the gate, whispering- attempting to bargain with Pike, "My people are innocent. They know nothing about this. Don't let them suffer for my crimes. Please, sir."

"Lincoln's right," Bellamy noted, "All the others did was run through an open door. It's the same thing we would do if we were in there."

Pike, after taking a long, hard look around, took a small breath, almost akin to sighing for attention. He glanced between four individuals before shrugging, "I do believe that's true. Kane, Lincoln, Sinclair, and Iona, as the leaders of this coup, you will pay for your crimes with your lives."

After a short moment, Pike triumphantly added, "Execution is set for dawn."

Bellamy furrowed his brows at Pike's declaration, and leaned in to murmur in his ear, "What? No! I thought we had a deal."

Pike reluctantly tore his gaze from the very same woman that Bellamy was attempting to bargain for and narrowed his eyes, "She's a threat. She tried to kill me, and she would've tried to kill everyone in her way if we let her."

"She's not like them-" Bellamy argued quietly, only to be silenced by a raise of his chancellor's hand. He took a slow step back, clearing his throat gruffly as his brows furrowed together firmly; he looked curiously over at Pike, and shook his head.

They made a deal.

As the guards sauntered off, Bellamy remained by the bars, feeling his heart begin to race in his chest. He swallowed thickly, hyperventilation eating away at him as he stared at the woman he loved- who wouldn't even look at him, icily prepare for execution.

"Ona," He said through the bars, ignoring everyone else as he attempted to get her attention. It was obvious she was ignoring him, though, and he swallowed thickly. "I'm gonna fix this, okay? I'm gonna make it right, I promise."

Waiting just a second later, he blinked sadly as she, yet again, ignored his presence entirely, he pushed off the bars and nearly ran down the halls.

He knew she couldn't hear him, but he needed the reassurance, even if just for himself, as he whispered, "I'm gonna fix this for you, Ona."

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