The 100 - Fanfiction- Bellamy Blake

Chapter Two

I don't think I have very good people skills.

My encounter with Bellamy kept playing over in my head. But judging by how long I spent in isolation I think it's understandable. Hopefully anyway. I shouldn't have just walked away. That's what went wrong. It's rude to walk away. I just didn't know how to respond to the situation. Not that it matters. I'm not here to make friends. Although I wouldn't mind it. I can't even remember the last time I had a friend.

Perched up on top of the dropship, I watched everyone hugging, laughing, talking. They all had someone to be with, and here I am all alone. This is what happens when you're put in solitary confinement. All the other prisoners get to make friends and see other humans. Then there's me with a wall for a best friend. And now I don't even have my wall. I must be crazy to miss it, but it was something familiar. Which is something I don't have right now.

The others had lit a campfire. It was a celebration of sorts. Like a ritual. They were taking off everyone's trackers, applauding them with cheers. Bellamy and his new crew were in charge. It's stupid if you ask me, the ark is gonna think we're dying and never come down here. Not that I care, but it wouldn't be a bad thing to have experienced leaders rather than a bunch of kids in charge.

I saw as a girl finally got her bracelet off and it was held up as if this was some victory. Oh yeah well done you've helped contribute to the death of the ark and our best chance of surviving. Congratulations. Someone should stop them. Not me, but someone. Finally I noticed Wells' limping figure making it's way over to the crowd. Oh crap I didn't mean him either. From what I can tell they all hate him.

"What the hell are you doing?" He commanded, much like his father.

Bellamy held back one of his proceeding minions. "We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed." Wells explained. "The communications systems are dead. These wristbands are all we've got. Take them off and the ark will think we're dying; that it's not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point... Chancellor." Bellamy teased, earning a snicker. "We can take care of ourselves. Can't we?!" He received a booming sound of yeah's.

This is enough. I've had enough. This Wells kid is digging his grave. Someone has to shut him up and why not me? Quickly sliding down from the rooftop I made my way over.

"You think this is a game?" I started. "Those aren't just your friends and parents up there. They're farmers, doctors, engineers. I don't care what he tells you." I looked Bellamy in the eye. "We won't survive here on our own."

Wells interrupted. "And besides if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?" Stupid Wells, had to open your mouth.

"My people," Bellamy gestured to the crowd. "Are already down. Those people," he pointed to the sky."locked my people up." Whilst walking over he continued talking. "Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws." Wells defended.

"No." Bellamy corrected. "He enforced them. But not anymore. Not here. Here there are no laws." Mutters of approval surrounded us. "Here we do whatever the hell we want. Whenever the hell we want. You don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it, change it. Kill me." Bellamy added and looked at me and I looked away towards the ground. "You know why? Whatever the hell we want." Then everyone began chanting it.

Giving up, I sighed and turned to leave, but something clutching my wrist stopped me.

"Uh-uh. Not you." Bellamy said. "I wanna talk to you."

Swallowing down my apprehension I nodded and followed.

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Leading me away to a quiet section of the woods he waved to a tree, telling me to sit. Begrudgingly I sat down despite the damage the moisture from the moss that would concur.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To talk." Bellamy said with a smug look.

"Fine. What do you wanna talk about?"

He sat down opposite me, smirking. "Why are you down here?"

"The chancellor sent us all down here." I said in a smart-ass tone, deliberately avoiding the true meaning of the question. He's obviously heard from someone else.

"No... What crime?" He sighed.

I sat up straight and drew in closer to him so my face was only inches from his. "Something to get me locked up in solitary for nearly three years. So if I were you, I'd watch out."

"So it's true?" He inferred.

"In a manner of speaking. What is it that you believe happened?" I moved away again.

Bellamy struggled for words for once. "That you killed a guard brutally."

"Is that what they say?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"That it was a bloody mess. Hardly any guard left, mainly flesh and blood."

"And you think that's what happened? What about the weapon? Motive?"

"I-uh-I'm not sure."

"Wow, amazing." I patronised. "The incredulous Bellamy Blake doesn't know for sure."

"You know me?" He gaped.

"No," I chuckled. "But you sure seem to know me. Not the truth, but a version of me. Well, if you wanna know what really happened I'll tell you... But what's in it for me?"

"What's in it for you? Apart from being able to have your side of the story told? Be respected? Help me with running this place after revealing what really happened?"

"So that's what this is about." I frowned. "It's not a little heart to heart where I open up a little, you open up a little to embark on an adventure of a lifetime where we become bestest of friends? No, you're trying to recruit me? What if I am just a crazed psychotic killer?"

"I don't think you are. Not the type."

"Oh and you know that? Well I suppose it takes one to know one... I will tell you. But not because I wanna join your little force, because I want my side to be told. I did kill that man. He accused me of stealing and rushed at me. Found a piece of scrap metal hanging off the side of a wall. That's what I used. I guess I got a bit overboard and whoopsies he ended up having a bloody end. But don't you give me shit about being in the wrong. I was defending myself and trying not to get killed. Besides, you're just as bad, if not worse. I know you're not a real guard. And I know what you must've done to get on the ship. And I'm guessing that's why you don't want anyone following us down here, isn't it? I suppose the real question is who'd you kill? Another guard or someone else?"

Bellamy actually looked truly gobsmacked. But he did answer me. "The chancellor. I shot the chancellor."

My mouth hung open but I quickly shut it. "They're gonna kill you when they get down here, you know that?"

"That's why everyone needs to take off the bracelets."

"Oh so it's not for all of us?" I questioned standing up. "You don't actually think this is what's best for us. It's what's best for you."

He stood up, towering over me, face hovering over mine. "Oh yeah and they think you're gonna be let off easy when they get down here? To them you're just a messed up killer. You're gonna end up just the same so you better help me or else you'll be in just as much trouble."

"You think so?" I sighed. "Well I don't care, because I'm not selfish like you." I poked him in the chest, pushing him away turned to go.

Suddenly it started raining, and although this new, foreign sensation was wonderful to me, I couldn't stop and show it. I had to remain to appear strong. So after pausing for a moment I continued on my way back without a second glance back towards Bellamy.