Good Heart ➵Bellamy Blake ➵

Taken pt. 2

I got back home with with papa sprawled on his bed asleep. I stretch a blanket over his body and kiss him on his forehead as he stirs in his sleep. When I'm done I sit on the chair next to his bed. The flames from the candles dances along the walls creating shadows.

I thought about Octavia's weeping as I walked out of the den. The guilt hit me as soon as I was out of that place. It took every ounce of me to not go back and let her go but Lincoln probably tied her up for a good reason. Hell can break loose if she did tell her people what happened but I wouldn't doubt her people would try and hunt us down since Octavia has been gone for a day.

I'm not sure if I should go to lessons tomorrow. Should I pretend to be sick? Yea, I'll do that. It's rare that I miss days but if it means that I will not see Octavia being tied up then I guess I'm going to miss tomorrow.

I throw all my things to a corner and lay on my bed drifting off to sleep.

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Lincoln-

Of course, why wouldn't I expect Amethyst to show up when I specifically told her that we would not be practicing today. As stubborn as she is, I had some hope that she would stay at the village and relax.

When she found Octavia on the floor, I know she was furious not that she was in the den but because I had chained her. As much as I didn't want to, I had to take precaution, Octavia may be pretty, but I do not doubt she can bring a fight and try to escape and tell her people. I already put my life on the line when I brought her here and I couldn't just leave her there to die when she broke her leg.

I am positive no one would have found her in time as she would have died of the loss of an excessive amount of blood. I'm surprised Amethyst didn't ask me why I chained Octavia but I could still see the fury in her eyes as she cleaned her bandage.

After I left and left just the two of them together, I went to Octavia's campground and saw the boy- Bellamy yelling for her. He was pushing past people to the open gate and without turning he slipped into the woods with two boys, whose names I learned were Finn and Jasper, who were just behind him.

I headed back to my den and found that Amethyst left. I walked towards Octavia, wanting to check if Amethyst did everything right. Crouching in front of her, with her back toward me she slowly turned her head to me and my eyes rested on her green ones. But before I can check her leg, out of the corner of my eyes I see her bring up a big rock and collide it with the side of my face.

I stood and went toward her, I saw her pull back her hand that was holding the rock but I couldn't reach out on time for that she brought it to my face again with more force knocking me to the ground...

It was minutes after that I am brought back to conscience again, but I laid there as I heard Octavia speaking to someone.

"I can't believe you guys found me" she said. "Is he dead?" I heard someone say.

"He will be" I hear as footsteps approach me. 

Amethyst better be far away from here. I don't want her walking in on my death nor will I want it upon her. My hands ache for the handle of my knife hidden underneath my jacket. "Bellamy, no he saved me, look" Octavia said as she pointed to her leg, "I could've died but he helped me"

After I felt a nudge on my shoulder, I sprung up adjusting my eyes to the person in front of me. I connected my fist to Bellamy's face causing him to drop to the floor. But it isn't enough as he slowly daggers up and throws a punch to my gut. 

Someone from behind grabs my arms and I reach for my knife, springing it out and stabbing the attacker from behind just below his ribs and he drops to the floor, motionless. I swing my fist to Bellamy again only slightly brushing my knuckles against his jaw but with enough force for him to fall. 

I move my eyes to Octavia, who is slowly moving to Bellamy, helping him stand. I see him wince and Octavia meets my eyes and then her eyes moves behind me. I didn't have time to turn when a sharp pain spread above my head. Octavia's startled eyes were the last thing I saw as blackness spread through my own. It wasn't long until my body hit to cold hard ground.

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Amethyst-

There isn't anything better than the calm and peaceful aura I feel when I'm at the lake. The slight waterfall that cascades freely and motionlessly. The sound of synchronized birds up in the trees. The small ripples from the fishes and other animals that live within the water.

Though the other lake that crosses lands has a scary creature, this one, I come to find,has no maneating creature whatsoever. 

I come to the lake when I need peace or need an escape and right now I need an escape. It's a poor excuse, but no one bothers me when I'm here. 

There isn't anything peaceful about today, I woke up to the sound of crashing and I come to find that someone's house has collapsed by a broken tree due to the storm. I sneaked out of my hut and into the woods not wanting to see Lincoln just yet. Although I said I was going to play sick, there is a small part of me that wants to see Octavia. 

When I went to the lake I didn't find myself calm or at peace as I should have. Not because of the storm or because I was soaked. I have been worried ever since I left Octavia. I'm worried about Lincoln, the consequence he would get if Octavia's people found her. Why couldn't he just let her go? What was so important that he had to chain her? She probably see's us as an enemy now. Great. Thanks Lincoln, I'm going to spear your head when I see you. 

It was probably several minutes later that I left the lake. As I entered Lincoln's den it look like I had just gotten out of the lake with my hair soaked and my clothes dripping. My boots squeaked as well. 

My clothes were not what bothered me. What bothered me was how quiet the place was. I did not hear any movement, no wailing, nothing. I hadn't brought my bow so I had to work with the dagger clipped to my belt. 

I clutched the hilt of the dagger as I walked closer. I cursed at how loud I was walking due to my wet boots and the droplets falling off of me. I turned the corner to find nothing. I wouldn't say nothing because all of Lincoln's things like his herbs and weapons were in place as it had been last night. 

No one was here. Octavia's chains were in the dark corner beside it was the key. I pocketed the key and went towards his table, where his box of cloth and open bottles of oils were. He wouldn't leave them open but that wasn't what startled me. At the end of the table there was splattered blood.

"No, no, no" I breathed. This couldn't be happening. I frantically went over the the blood touching it with the tip of my finger. It was cold. It could have happened last night after I left. How can he be such an idiot. I should not have left, I could've helped him from whoever was here. This is all my fault, if I wasn't such a coward he would still be here. 

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Hours had passed and I was perched on the floor while my eyes bore on the flickering candle that rest on the table. It wasn't long until I noticed some of his herbs were gone. He was probably in gear when they attacked. My eyes flickered to the bow and arrow that lays in dust, untouched. 

If Lincoln was here, he would tell me that this is a bad idea, would probably even threaten me to stay and go home because it wasn't safe. Except, if it was me who was taken he would not hesitate to save my life. He would sacrifice his life to save my own. 

I snatch the bow and dust it off. Lincoln is strong, he can handle things on his own but for how long? "Please don't be dead" I whispered as I exited and walked along the familiar trail.