The arrival to District 13 had underlying tones of danger that were pulsating in Bellamy's chest. No amount of knowing that this place was home or that her mother was probably mere feet away was going to make Bellamy Coin feel any better.
No—something was wrong.
Bellamy could feel it like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy in her chest. It didn't make any sense by any account or means. But she knew it like she knew her own name. That this place was dangerous. That something wasn't right. That she was missing something and maybe that something had been taken by the Capitol. Whatever the reason, she felt a distinct sense of unease and it wasn't going away any time soon.
It looked different than she remembered it. Maybe it was the rubble, maybe it was the way that they sank beneath the rocks and into an underground base. Maybe it was the fact that Bellamy was certain she was claustrophobic.
Either way, she didn't feel right.
Didn't feel right as she and the other tributes were ushered from the ship and down a walkway. Didn't feel right as she passed armed guards with weapons in hand and stern expressions everywhere. Didn't feel right as red lights flashed with alarm and panic. And she didn't feel right as she was led, along with the others, into a medical bay of sorts.
Doctors began attending to her and that alone was cause for concern—in mere seconds, she had been restrained and was still screaming a sort of bloody murder. Maybe it was the sheer panic in the teenager's face, but whatever the case, Johanna punched a doctor in the nose and grasped onto Bellamy's hand tightly.
"Pull yourself together," Johanna hissed at her.
Annie was watching the scene with wide eyes, unsure what to make of things. Unsure of what to say or how to even act in front of her new friend—or if this was truly somewhere safe and this wasn't all just a trick from the Capitol. So ever so slowly, Annie shoved her way over to Bellamy and sat herself down on the cot right next to hers—clutching onto her other hand. "I'm scared too," Annie mumbled the words out in a garbled whisper.
The two gestures seemed to bring a ringing sense of calm through Bellamy. But—but where was her mother? Where was Alma Coin? Surely if they were back, then she would be here any second—
Not even a few seconds later, a group of people came bursting through the doors. The first one in was a young woman with dark wavy hair and a horrified expression on her face as her gaze landed on the trio of women—all sitting next to one another.
Johanna just ripped the oxygen tube from her nose, chucking it away from her. "Johanna," the woman breathed out in horror.
Bellamy didn't think she was supposed to know who this girl was. But that didn't stop the questions from flowing inwards—just who the hell was she?
"Finnick!" Annie practically screeched.
Something physically pained in Bellamy's chest as Annie flew out of Johanna and Bellamy's grasp, practically running at the golden haired man standing a few feet away. They caught onto each other, sobbing and stroking one another's faces—love nearly oozing out of every moment they were with one another.
"Ugh," Johanna gave a roll of her eyes.
"Ugh is right," Bellamy snarked.
After a moment of passionate kissing though, Annie had gestured emphatically in Johanna and Bellamy's direction. The two of them came over, with Annie just beaming at the two women on the cot.
"Jo—" Finnick started.
"So you're Annie's Loverboy," Bellamy deadpanned, giving him a once-over. He didn't seem like all that much—but she supposed that to each their own.
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Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
