Blood Must Have Love (Bellamy x reader/OC)

Chapter One: Behind Bars

I see the world through flashes.  Flashes of metal, pain, red, sometimes even strange faces that peer down at me as if I'm an animal.  I've always relied on the Commander to take care of matters that fell out of my hands.  Being lead hunter and an excellent tracker, I've always been valued by my Heda, though things have changed in my mind since the last time I saw the outside.  There is no hope.  There is no warmth and protection.  I am going to die here.

A lady that's always with two men in uniforms come through the cage room about every two hours on the dot to drag another helpless person from their cage and either to the room through the doors or to the bleeding station right in front of me.  Each time, I sit and watch the person bleed out, hanging by their feet.  I watch as all the fight finally leaves their body and their muscles contract and release, giving into death.

Not all of them die after one draining, though.  Me and several others have been here for days, maybe months, being used as little experiments.  I know when it's my time to be drained because the lady walks into the room with her eyes set right on me.  I feel like prey, trapped and just waiting to be picked up and used.  Only, I'm not really prey, because at least all the prey I've caught has been met immediately with the sweet release of death.

A man next to me moans and groans in his restless sleep.  Most of the people here do that.  I haven't been drained in a small while, so I've regained some strength.  Enough to not sounding like a dying dog.

The man stirs awake, sitting up and looking around.  He's new and was put in here a few hours ago, so he's obviously disoriented, confused, and scared.  The same emotions I felt once I had woken up in this hell.

He starts to bang on the bars and attempts to break free of the metal cage.  The muscles in his arms ripple each time he slams against the cage door.  A strong one, it seems.

What a shame.

"Hod up (stop)," I say to him in my native language.  "Emo hon daun yuji. (they take the strongest)"

He stops and looks at me.  Now that I have a better view of his face, I can see that he's actually quite young.  Possibly around my age.  I feel a sudden ache in my chest of realization at just how many lives have been given in this caged prison and how so many were probably just like me.

"I can't understand you," says the man.  "I only speak English."

My face crinkles up in disgust as I lock eyes with him.  "Sky person?" I say in English.

He nods his head slightly.  His eyes look curiously at me, non-threatening.  I relax ever so slightly, but keep my guard up.  I can't believe they put one of these intruders right next to me.

Hatred suddenly fills my ever nerve and I spit in his face.  He flinches.  These people have done nothing but land on Earth and take from us.  Who knows what else they've done in the time that I've been locked up here.

He wipes off his face.  "I take it no one has told you that we're not enemies anymore?"

His statement confuses me.  How could Heda not find them enemies anymore?

I scoot backwards and bring my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs.

It's cold in the caged room.  Goosebumps constantly litter my exposed skin since the mountain men have provided me with little other than a garment to cover my chest and some shorts.

I notice that the man is also wearing little clothing as well and I feel a sudden pang of guilt for spitting at him.  He's in the same situation I am.

"I need to get out of this cage," he whispers.

"And then what, sky person?" I ask.  I don't know the layout of this place.  Even if I did, I'm not sure I want to escape anyway.  All the people have done here is strip me of my dignity and my strength - everything that made me a good hunter before.

"And then I'll kill everyone in this mountain," he answers.  His voice is low, dangerous.

I feel the same way as he does.  I want every scientist and every person that lives off of my blood in this mountain to die.  Painfully, for the woman who comes and fetched people out of the cages.

I take my eyes off of the sky man and focus on my hands.

"Your name?" I say.  I need to know his name.  I do it with each and every cage neighbor I have.  When they die, I send them off with a blessing that requires me to know their name.  It helps.  Kinda.

"Bellamy," says the man.  "Yours?"

"Alexis kom Trikru. (From Tree Clan)"  I pause, deciding whether or not it matters if I give this sky person my personal life information.  I decide it doesn't, since he's likely to die soon anyway.  "I was hunter."

He nods, as if he already knew.  "You've got hunting eyes."

I tilt my head to the side, confused.  I still haven't mastered my English, so some of his words get lost in my head as I try to find the way they make a sentence together.  "My eyes do no hunting."

He lets out a slight chuckle under his breath, ducking his head slightly.  "Whatever."

Bellamy kom Skaikru and I do not speak for a while after that.  I try to fall asleep to save my strength, but there is no natural way to fall asleep when the people in cages around you are crying or yelling or dying.

Part of me hopes Bellamy will tell me more about Skaikru and Trikru no longer being enemies.