Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Bellamy:

They've put me in a metal room. I suppose it's meant to remind me that I am their prisoner. We all are their prisoners. The others just don't realize that.

I suddenly remember the tempting chocolate cake that was on Jasper and Monty's plates three days ago. How silly the cake seems to me now. Somehow, it sends a jolt of anger down my spine.

My eyes land on a screw that's landed haphazardly on the floor. Its the only thing that seems out of place in the room, and for some reason, I feel like it shouldn't be there. I kick the screw into the far corner of the room, the small object bounding of the walls and landing with a clatter back near the middle of the floor.

I sigh. It appears as if I am stuck with this out-of-place object.

My hands are handcuffed in front of me, and I am further secured with a long chain running to a metal loop in the wall. The chain clatters on the floor as I readjust myself on the wall.

My back is cramped from sitting in one position for so long. But the loss in my heart aches more. I make a promise to Clarke then. I will.

That's it. Just I will. Because it means so many things. I will get out. I will get you out. I will protect you. I will protect all of them.

I will fix this.

My promise ends when I hear the shuffling of boots in front of my door, and the muffled beep of a keycard being swiped to open my door. The door opens with a loud shriek, and a man walks in.

He barely acknowledges me, but long enough to toss a plate of food at me. My mouth waters at the thought of a meal, even one as bland as the brown-grey bread and half scoop of beans.

There is no silverware. There is nothing that I can use as a weapon. But I have to get out. I try to stall, and take my time readjusting the chain as I scoot closer to the food.

"That's it, Blake," the man says condescendingly, "take your time."

As I scoot closer, I sit on something hard. I clench my jaw in realization. The screw. I fold my legs under myself just as the door slams shut. The man stands with his arms crossed, waiting for me to eat. I stall, and take the plate to my nose, sniffing it.

It smells rotten--nothing like the beauty of earth. I swallow and pick up the bread. The awful taste fills my mouth as I chew the food. The man taps his foot.

He doesn't anticipate my sudden movements, so when I stand up with a great rattling of chain, and leap onto him, he isn't ready for his attacker.

I use his shock to my advantage and hold him down as I pick up my plate. He grabs my neck roughly, trying hard to get me off him. The plate smacks him on the temple, beans flying in the air and mingling with his blood.

The man is older and stronger than me, so this only stops him for a moment. My chain rattles across the floor as he flips me over. Blood drips down his face and into his ears.

His fists fly into me, and I lift my handcuffed arms to try to protect my head. He punches the metal of my handcuffs and roars in pain. I use my opportunity to turn my body and grab the screw. The screw is long, and works like a short knife.

The man dies quickly.

I unlock my handcuffs with the key in his pocket, relieved to escape from the chain. I change into the man's uniform, leaving my other clothes in a pile in the corner. I swipe the keycard into its slot, and step outside my cell.