The 102 || A Bellamy Blake/Jasper Jordan Fanfiction || The 100

1 || Sneaking Aboard

Belle's POV

"Hide!" Dëstiny whisper-shouts as she scrambles into a dark corner. I roll under a table just before two guards walk around the corner, there was someone being pulled along with them, all I could see was their feet and shins. The person inbetween them wasn't moving so I guessed that they had been drugged. I look over to where Destiny is hiding and all I can see is her dark green eyes shining in the darkness.
She nods and I crawl out from my cover and Dëstiny steps forward.
"That was one of the prisoners, we should follow them." She says and takes the lead. We hurry through the corridors, occasionally hiding from guards and other people. Our plan was to sneak aboard the ship going down to Earth and find new lives down there. We finally get to the ship but there is guards standing around the entrance. Dëstiny pulls off her backpack and pulls out two uniforms. She hands one to me.
"Before you ask, I brought them incase" She says and we put them on over out clothes. We walk confidently towards the entrance, a couple of the guards look at us suspiciously but I put my chin up and ignore them. We walk through the entrance to see all the prisoners strapped on the seats. There is loads of them and they are all talking, excitedly.
We go and crouch down behind some seats. A young girl about twelve years old is looking at me frowning. I put a finger up to my lips and she nods. Soon the ship takes off and Dëstiny and I start floating, great, now everyone is looking at us confused. Some blonde girl is shouting at us.
"Hold onto something, quickly!" She screams, I look over to Dëstiny who is wrapped around a pole on the wall. I reach out to attatch myself to the pole but before I can touch it the ship jolts to the side and sliding across the floor at full speed towards the wall. An arm reaches out and grabs me, pulling me into their arm. Their other arm has an iron grip on he bottom of the seat and their legs are crossed around a pole. I whip my arms around their stomach and hold on as tight as I can, I glance at their face to find out my saviouris a guy, he looks about seventeen. He has dark, wavy short hair. His jawline is almost perfect, his eyes are dark brown and elegant, I have to admit, he was handsome. He looks down at me with a reassuring look and tightens his grip. After about a minute the ship stops thrashing about and everyone stays still for a moment, recovering.
"BELLE!" I hear Dëstiny's voice and footsteps.