Bellamy stood at the edge of the arena, eyes cast to the clouds hanging overhead. Fitting, that the clouds were dark today. Fitting, that the rain would wash away the sins of WCKD yet again.
Another empty arena.
Another ruined experiment.
More children to be killed.
This was all WCKD was good for. They had proved that, time and time again with Chicago, the Divergent, the Maze, and the Capitol and Coin.
She inhaled sharply as the gun cocked and her eyes set forward.
David, the leader of the Bureau of Genetic Welfare, another faction of WCKD, stood motionless ahead of her. His hair had grayed over the years—not that she particularly minded. She hoped she had caused enough grief for him and the rest of the council that their atrocities would not be repeated.
His dark gaze seemed to peer into her soul, a sense of disgust hanging over him as he stared at her.
Bellamy Coin—Dauntless, Divergent, Immune, part of the Maze Trials, a murderer, a terrorist, war crime committer, ruiner of plans, guilty of patricide and matricide, rebel against District 13 and the Capitol—now, prisoner of war.
And she was going to be executed any minute now.
Her only satisfaction came from the fact that he had no power over her. Not anymore. WCKD was ruined and destroyed. And she had played a large part in that.
The gratification ran through her body and down to her fingertips, leaving a tingling feeling as she smiled through bloody teeth.
"Bellamy Coin, do you have any final words?" David's voice cut against the silence of the arena they were standing in.
When all of this had started, she might have ran her mouth off. She might've had much more to say.
But Bellamy Coin was tired. Nearly three years in a constant war zone with little to no reprieve had cured her of that particular thing.
When she had started out, she was afraid of one thing: Death. She may have been a Dauntless, but death was the one thing that she didn't understand. It was the unknown and something she didn't want to get to know personally.
Her mouth felt like sandpaper as she inhaled carefully. "Yeah. Screw you, David."
Let me be brave.
She was no longer afraid to die. No, she would greet death like an old friend, as if it was something she had been waiting for for a long time.
David's lips curled down in a frown. He turned to the soldiers standing next to him, all in a neat line. Too clean and pristine for her taste.
Faces flashed in her mind, the people that she missed the most. The people that she hadn't seen in so long.
Four, Tris, Christina, Thomas, Minho, Newt, Gally—
It shifted just as quickly as those names appeared in her mind. She was going to die here in the Capitol. She was going to see Chuck. She was going to see Winston. She was going to be at peace.
After fighting for so long, it becomes a part of you. An armor that you can't take off. And she was more than ready.
She just hoped Johanna wasn't watching.
The guard standing near her gestured at the black blindfold in his hands. "Do you—"
Her jaw set defiantly. "If I am going to die here, then I will die seeing as much of this world as I can."
He fell silent and Bellamy's gaze landed back on David. "I'm afraid that this is the end, Miss Coin. You've been a thorn in our side for too long." He raised his hand.
And then the guns fired.
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Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
