Fly on the Wall: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Chapter 3: Liberation

When you spend time in the vents watching people you pick up a few skills. The ability to walk silently came first. The trick is to walk toe to heel instead of heel to toe. I've gotten so good at it that it's become second nature. I scare my dad everytime I come up behind him. The second thing you learn is to read people's emotions from their face. The slightest twitch of an eye brow can indicate the strongest of angers. Now that I can notice the small facial cues, all I read is disappointment and resentment in my mom. The only time I don't see those emotions are when she's with him. The doctor's apprentice, Caden Walter. Straight A student, proficient in the limited physical activities we practice in space, and popular with the ladies. I used to get straight A's. I'd bring them home and shove the report card in my mothers face. Tell her how I did so well and that she can be proud of me. She just looked away and kept on. I'd bring home medals and awards and paper flowers that the boys made me. "Second place is first loser." She'd say. "Paper flowers means you've been a tease." She'd tell me. No matter what I did, it was never enough for her. I was well fed, had a bed, a loving father, and a place to call my own, but nothing filled the hole that my mothers lack of love made.

I watch from behind a tree as Murphy and Bellamy pries off another girl's bracelet. The metal creaks and snaps as the light fades from the tech. The delinquents shout as she rubs her sore wrist smiling ear to ear.

Bellamy raises the broken bracelet to the air. "Who's next?" He shouts to the hoard of delinquents. More willing girls line up to get a chance to be noticed by Bellamy's eyes.

Wells storms through the crowd straight to Bellamy. "What the hell are you doing?"

Bellamy steps down from his elevated perch. "We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?" He shouts loud enough for the group to hear him.

Wells scoffs and raises his voice to match Bellamys. "It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow."

Bellamy doesn't react. It's probably the reason he's been urging people to take them off in the first place. "That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" He smiles and looks at the crowd as the teens all nod in approving looks, some grunting in agreement.

Wells keeps talking despide everyone's disapproval. "You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

I can see some of the people's faces falter at the realization of the people they left behind. Bellamy realizes it too, but by now I can tell that Bellamy is quick when it comes to motivating people. Now seems like a good time to make my way over to the others so I can get a front row seat to the fight that's about to happen.

"My people already are down. Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that." Bellamy's eyes burn a hole through Wells.

Wells takes a step back so quickly it's almost so instinctual that it surprises even himself. "My father didn't write the laws." He says in a defeated tone.

"No. He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws." Bellamy smirks at Wells. "Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want." Bellamy's voice echoes in the clearing as the delinquents begin to chant his words. I stop just at the edge of the crowd. He just told a bunch of criminals that they have the go ahead to act on any of their desires, no matter how evil. He lit a fire in their eyes.