A/N: This one is a fun one and certainly gives you a glimpse of our OC's, especially Bellamy! Hopefully you enjoy this one!
With all of the initiates gone on the supply run, that meant things were drastically more quiet back at the home base for the Dauntless. That also meant that Four wasn't there to keep an eye on Bellamy, which pretty much certainly meant her free reign of things for the day.
Fear Simulation practice was one of the many things that just so happened to be on her list of things to do for the day. Once she had gotten some of her extracurriculars done, Bellamy would certainly be heading over to do that.
But first came the task of listening in on the different leaders of Dauntless. Normally, Bellamy wasn't one to take anything that Griff said to heart. Two nights ago, the boy had seemed more than sincere about his worries for the future.
And that just wasn't like him.
Then there was the simple fact of the matter that there were rumors about rebellion brewing between the Factions. And there was also the fact that Jeanine, one of the leaders from Erudite had in fact been visiting, just a few days previous.
All of which, was making silent alarms go off in Bellamy's head as she was putting the information together. Something big was happening in a few days, something that was going to change things.
Whatever the hell that meant, she wasn't sure.
Bellamy continued her walk down the hall, making her way towards the training dorms for the people that were actually her age. Just as she had turned the southeast corner, she ran into someone, colliding their chin with her nose.
A scoff tore from Vi's throat and the girl glared down at Bellamy. "Watch where you're walking, you little freak."
Her voice sounded slightly off, a little shaken, even. And if Bellamy didn't hate her so much, she might've even been worried about her.
"You're hurt," Bellamy said, eyes going to the bruise on her wrist. It was distinctly shaped like a hand, and she could almost imagine the fingers wrapping around the wrist, digging into it harshly. "That's—"
Vi's eyes flashed with anger and she shoved Bellamy backwards. "Just stay the hell out of my way, okay?" She demanded, then stormed off in the direction that Bellamy had just come from.
For a moment, Bellamy just stood there, silently processing what she had just seen.
She was no fan of Vi, that was true. But she also didn't like people pulling shit with others. Especially when it came to parents.
Briefly, she wondered if Vi's dad—
No, there was no way.
Bellamy just sucked in a breath and walked into the training room, eyes zeroing in on Griff, who was sharpening his knives at the edge of the fighting pit. Knowing that approaching anyone else would likely end badly, she chose to approach Griff, rather quietly.
"So you pissed off the Princess too?" Griff asked, not sparing a glance in her direction.
She shouldn't have been surprised. Griff was notorious for pissing Vi off as well. Maybe they were all just meant to hate each other eternally.
"Considering that you probably did it first, I don't think I did anything too special," Bellamy said, taking a seat near him.
At that, he did glance her way. "Dangerous thing," he murmured.
"What?"
"Sitting near someone who hates you and has a knife."
"Please, if you were going to stab me, you would've done it already." Bellamy retorted, narrowing her gaze at him.
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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...
