I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 53: A Beautiful, Tragic Story

Bellamy's POV-

It's almost sunrise when I hear the shuffling of many pairs of feet in the hallway. Hushed whispers accompany the ominous sound as I slowly pick my head up to listen.

"Get to the armory." A whisper instructs.

I hold my breath to keep listening, pressing my ear to the door.

"Hurry! It's almost time." Another man speaks.

"We have to be there before they've woken up. Get in, get out." I recognize the final voice. It's Corey Quinn's.

A dark revelation forms inside of me, as I realize what they're planning.

I take a deep breath before pushing my door open. In front of me, Corey and 3 other men stand looking towards me- equally shocked with my presence.

"Sorry to wake you man." He smiles, trying to play it off.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." He orders, a bit more forcefully.

"What's with the guns?" I question.

He eyes me suspiciously before turning to the other three men.

They nod to him before he turns back to me.

"We're going on a bit of a mission." He admits with a malicious spark in his eyes.

"I'm in." I tell them.

In truth, I didn't want any part of what they were up to, but I knew Abby and Kane would appreciate me being there if not to report back, then as a right minded thinker.

"We didn't offer for you to come." He scoffs back.

"I'm coming." I state with certainty, putting my foot down.

The four men eye each other with a smirk.

"Alright then! Welcome to the team." The men laugh, clicking their guns.

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Lexa's POV-

It's 4:30 AM and I've finally finished getting ready for the day. I typically put my armor and warpaint on later in the day when I leave the tower or have meetings with other generals or diplomats, so I was dressed casually.

I pull my large doors open, letting dark moonlight seep through the cracks of the long hallway.

I walk gently, trying not to alert guards or anyone else that is asleep.

I stop at another pair of double doors and quietly unlock them, slipping inside.

Encased in darkness, I near Clarke's bed. She sleeps with her arms above her head and her neck tilted away from me. One of her legs is above the furs, while the other is deeply tucked away.

Her blond hair is splayed across her pillows and her eyelids flutter gently, alive with dreams.

I admire her for a moment before snapping back into reality.

"Clarke." I whisper, trying to wake her.

She grunts subconsciously.

I stare down in disapproval. A grounder would've already been standing.

"Clarke." I say a bit more forcefully.

"5 more minutes." She mumbles, still not fully conscious.

I choose to ignore her request, shaking her awake instead.

She groans as I shake her shoulders, instantly coming to life again.

"Lexa?" She questions, squinting her eyes in the dark.