The Runaway (the 100/Bellarke)

Chapter 33: almost lover alone ally (part 3)

Bellamy ran back inside, and he couldn't see her, that scared him. "Clarke?!" He started calling for her, despite the weird looks from the people surrounding him. Bellamy noticed the looked and started at them all. "Have you seen a girl? She's blonde, she uh she has blue eyes, a-and she's eighteen."

The people in the lobby glanced around at each other, all giving each other the 'this guy is crazy' eyes. No one giving Bellamy a direct answer until someone spoke up; "Yeah. I saw her sitting on the sidewalk. A guy pulled over and she got in the car with him."

Oh my God. Clarke's dad must've found her.

"Did the man look like her, did he look anything like her?"

"I didn't see his face."

Bellamy sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"But, from what I could see; only the back of his head. He uh he had brown hair."

"What kind of car?" Bellamy questioned. "What color was it?"

"Uh. It was a silver car..."

"What kind of car?" He questioned.

"I don't know." The person looked a bit frazzled.

"Damn it! What kind of car?!" Bellamy yelled, over wheemled.

"I-I don't know, I-I..."

"Do you have a car?" Bellamy burst out.

"Yes..." The girl's voice trailed off.

"Okay, good. Give me the keys."

"Wait. What?" The girl raised her eye brows. "My car?"

"Hey, listen to me, whatever your name is-"

"Ally. My name is Ally." The girl, Ally, told him.

"Okay. Listen to me, Ally, there's a girl. I love her more than anything in this whole world, and I think she is in huge trouble. So him begging you, please, please let me-"

Ally pulled her hand out of her pocket handing him keys. "It's my boyfriend's truck, please be carful with it."

•••

Clarke attempted yanked her wrists out of the man's grasp, but he didn't struggled to keep his hands tightly around her arms.

"Let. Me. Go." Clarke said I between grunts as she continued to pry to get away.

Jason shook his head and sighed. "I told you, you have to obey. You hear to listen to us, Clarke." Jason turned his back to them walked away.

Clarke turned to the man holding her. "Please let me go. Please, I don't do anything wrong." She begged. "Please, I won't tell anyone what happened." Tears sparkled in her eyes. "I don't wanna die."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you got involved with Blake." The man spoke. "You see Blake's real father, Cage, owes us much money. But, being the cowed he is, Cage went into hiding. He left his family, because he cares about them. Leaving them would mean that they wouldn't get hurt."

Clarke stopped pulling, tugging, and trying to get herself released from the man's hold, and just stood there, listening closely to everything that came out of his mouth.

"Now, we figured if we captured the Blakes we could get him to come out of hiding, make an exchange. His family for the money,-"

"Isn't this all a bit too much for a loan?" Clarke questioned, schooling at him.

The man ignored her and continued on with what he had been saying, pretending as if he didn't hear a word that she had said. "now that his mother is dead and we have his sister, we need him."

Clarke went wide eyed. "You-you have his sister? He told me that she was dea-"

"He wasn't lying. He beloved that she's dead, and that's how it will stay until we get the money." The man told her as the shock remained frozen on Clarke's face. "But, if Jason asks, you don't have a clue what is going on. You hear me?"

Clarke nodded. Suddenly, she could understand exactly why Bellamy had done what he had done. Bellamy Blake wasn't as complicated as she believed.

Jason returned awhile after their conversation with a rope duck tape and a foldable metal chair in his arms. He pointed to a dark corner of the room. "Put her over there, the camera is all set up."

"No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no." Clarke tried to run, but the man pulled her back.

"You have to listen." He whispered to Clarke as Jason walked over to the corner, setting the chair down.

Clarke would feel the suspense and thick horror in the air as the man lead her over to the corner, despite her begging and pleading.

He wrestled Clarke into the chair and held her down as Jason wrapped the rope around her and the chair. He had tied her whole upper body to the chair, leaving her legs untitled with her feet on the ground.

Jason began plugging things into the camera.

"What are you doing?" Clarke questioned.

"I am being a mastermind genius," he answered as he creepily smile, proudly. "I'm about to take over Blake's phone so he has a front row seat at let's kick Blake's ass."

"What is wrong w-"

"Start the camera." Jason told the man and then the man clicked a button, starting the tape.

Jason walked into the frame so his face was visible in the video.

"Bellamy Blake. You have something I want, and I have something you need." He said first thing.

Author's Note: Gaaaaaaaaaaa. What is happening? Whaaaaat? Big time plot twist, mannnnnn.

Okay, okay. Inn even freaking out. I'm typing so fast right now because I'm practically having a panic attack. I'm so excited for all the freaked out comments I'm about to get. Haha. Welp, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter!