The 100 x Male reader

Chancellor

A/N: Another chapter, sorry for the wait. But if you remember in the previous chapter I said I'll be doing a few originally written chapters before season 3 is started. So I hope you enjoy.

The walk back to the camp was uneventful.

Truth be told I don't think I could've handled another fight.

Everyone was silent.

Everyone included me, the Arkers, and the rescued 100.

All the grounders went their own ways.

Only person missing was Clarke.

I try not to think about her as we reach the gate of the camp.

A guard on watch shouts and the gate opens up.

I stand off to the side, watching everyone go in. Surprisingly most of them nod or murmur towards me as a thanks.

I notice someone stand beside me.

Bellamy.

I turn my head towards him. "You good?"

"Should be asking you that. You got pretty messed up from what I hear." He glances at my face. "And see."

I chuckle weakly. "Yeah. Like you wouldn't believe." I wipe blood off my lip. "But, last I checked this bloody money maker has a wife so..."

Bellamy laughs. "Playing that card?"

"If I have it."

We enter a silence as the last few people step into camp.

I watch Raven give Jasper his goggles. "I ran past him and Maya."

Bellamy glances at me. "When?"

"Just after Clarke irradiated level 5." I tell him. "I ran after Cage... and ran straight past them."

The man nods. "And you feel guilty."

"I know there was nothing I could've done. But I could've been there for him."

"One day he'll get past it. Not anytime soon." Bellamy sighs. "I think we all just need time. That's..... That's what Clarke told me."

I move my gaze to him, my mind on the blonde. "Yeah.... Yeah." Bear the weight. "We should head inside. We're both messed up."

The Blake sibling walks inside.

I follow suit, pulling the gate shut.

I don't go to anyone at all, just walking past quick enough not to be spotted.

I enter the station.

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I stop in my room, setting my gear on the table in there.

The place was silent. It was weird.

I had gotten so used to the sounds of nature, weapons being crafted or sharpened, people chatting... screaming. Even before, the hum of the Ark was obvious.

Now it was silent.

No hum.

Nothing.

I walk into the connected bathroom of the room, aiming for the mirror inside.

My reflection looked horrible.

My nose area had a tin of dried blood. Scrapes and bruises lined my face. Scars. A black eye.

My hands find a way to the collar of the shirt I was given before we walked away from Mount Weather. I pull it up over my head and set it on a rack.

My torso held scars and burns, bruises and marks.