Fly on the Wall: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Chapter 4: Grounders

The sun is shining through the green leaves of the trees. I can feel its warmth on the skin of my exposed shoulders and back. Sweat is soaking my back and making my hair stick to my skin. Within a couple of days people are gonna start to smell real bad if we don't find some river or lake to bathe in, and personally, I don't want to know what a dropship full of 20 sweaty teenage boys smells like. I rip some cloth from my bandage and use it to tie my hair up. My chest is sore but the pain is bearable. I can see Wells come around the corner with clothes and shoes in hand.

Another boy approaches Wells. "Hey, where'd you get the clothes?" He says, stopping Wells in his tracks.

"Buried the two kids who died during the landing." Wells huffs. He is clearly out of breath from his earlier work.

"Smart. You know, I'll take it from here." The boy reaches for the clothes in Wells' hands. "There's always a market for-"

"We share based on need, just like back home." Wells pulls back, shielding the goods with his body.

I've finished tying the second braid when Bellamy comes out from the drop ship shirtless with another shirtless girl behind him. His body glistened with sweat, highlighting his abs and biceps. "Damn." I whisper under my breath. I guess all the hot ones turn out to be assholes. I can see the gun he was waving around last night neatly holstered in his waistband.

"You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor?" He says. He places a hand on the girl's waist as she kisses him before walking away. "This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply." Bellamy steps closer to Wells and swipes two shirts from him. Wells tries to go after him but the boy holds him back. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." Bellamy calls out to his minion and he lets go of Wells. "You want it back? Take it." Bellamy says, egging Wells to fight him.

Wells throws the pile of clothes on the ground behind him and a hoard of delinquents go after them. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"

Bellamy smirks and slides a shirt over his head. "What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy begins to walk off and tosses the extra shirt my way. It lands in front of me and he makes eye contact. I take the shirt and put it on, saying nothing.

A girl's screams ring out over the camp, cutting their argument short. Bellamy and Wells run off to the direction of the scream and I follow as well.

Murphy is holding a girl over a fire, forcing her face close to the flames as she cries out. "Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first." Murphy smiles at his boss.

Wells runs over and shoves Murphy down away from the girl and the fire. "Let her go!" He screams, then turns to Bellamy. "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" Bellamy smiles. "I'm just getting started."

Murphy hauls a right hook to Wells' face, knocking him off balance. He throws punch after punch to Wells' gut as the crowd of kids cheer and chant. Wells throws a hook back and Murphy tackles him to the ground, nailing his face. Wells flips over Murphy's body and sends a punch right to his head. Wells stands up and turns to Bellamy. "Don't you see you can't control this?"

Murphy pulls a knife from his pocket and stands up. "You're dead."

Bellamy steps in between them and stops Murphy. "Wait." He pulls a knife from his pocket and hands it to Wells. "Fair fight."

Murphy and Wells circle, watching each other closely. Murphy swipes his knife at Wells and Wells doges. Wells throws a rather sloppy jab at Murphy and Murphy ducks, avoiding his knife. Murphy takes advantage of his low ground and slashes Wells' side.