Last One Standing ➣ Bellamy Blake [Book 1]

15.0 Human

The interrogation with the Grounder was not going well. Bellamy tried everything he could think of without resorting to actual brutality. He yelled at and punched the man but the Grounder would not break. He stood still and silent before them looking at them with contempt. He and Andromeda made eye contact several times but Bellamy was always sure to hit him in the face after that.

Bellamy had had enough and was being pushed to far.

"Okay, let's see how he likes this for a change," he growled.

He spun the knife in his hand and approached the Grounder. Before Bellamy could start carving into the Grounder, a huge jolt shook the entire drop ship. Andromeda was thrown to the side and crashed into a pipe. Bellamy's body was thrown against hers. Lights, rope, and other various items crashed around them.

"That'll bruise," she coughed in a rough voice.

Bellamy looked down at her looking her over to check for injury. Once he was satisfied, he pushed himself off of her. Andromeda leaned against the wall for a second more. Bellamy picked up a fallen lamp.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded, "Are we under attack or not?"

One of the boys opened the hatch and checked downstairs. Andromeda was sure that she couldn't yet handle a fight.

"Storm damage. We're okay," he reported back.

Andromeda breathed a sigh of relief and pushed herself off the wall. She walked over to Miller who was rummaging through the Grounder's bag. Curiosity got the better of her. She dragged the bag closer to her and took a look inside.

There were various items. He had a couple knives, a journal, and bones, among other containers. Andromeda picked up the journal and started flipping through it.

"Okay, let's try this again," Bellamy tired. "What's your name?"

Nothing.

"Where's your camp?"

Nothing.

"How many of you are there?"

Nothing.

From next to her, Miller called out to Bellamy, "Hey check it out!"

Andromeda leaned over and Bellamy came up behind her. Inside one of the various containers held a series of small vials each filled with different substances.

"What is all this stuff?"

Andromeda took the container from him and shifted the vials around.

"Poisons, herbs, antidotes, who knows to be honest," she said.

Andromeda went back to the journal. There were various drawings in there all of them frightening. They made her more scared of the ground than she already was. She flipped the next page and her stomach dropped.

"Blake," she muttered.

Bellamy took the book from her hands and his face grew stony. On the page was a very well drawn picture of Octavia. There was no mistaking it. The resemblance was too much to deny. Bellamy glared at the Grounder from across the room. He flipped the next page.

"It's our camp and I bet that if I count up all those marks. They'll add up to one hundred and two. Ten are crossed out. That's how many people we've lost."

Bellamy quickly got up and strode over to where the Grounder stood silent and looking down at the ground refusing to meet anyone's eyes.

"They've been watching us ever since we got here!" Bellamy accused.