Shameless ~ Bellamy Blake

17~ Rocket Launchers

I feel my anger subtly start to mull over as the sound of the water crashing against the rocks calms me. I stand, deciding that I should go apologize to Bellamy for being angry. I brush off the dirt from my pants and walk in the direction I came from. 

It doesn't take me long to see the head of brown curly hair, stomping through the forest, angrily. I increase the speed of my walking and just as I do so I see three people heading towards Bellamy from behind him: Clarke, Finn and some random girl I have never seen before.

"Bellamy!" Clarke yells out angrily. I begin jogging towards them, standing beside Bellamy.

"Hey, princess." Bellamy says sassily.

"Where is it?" Clarke growls.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy growls back.

"Bellamy." I say, agony strained through the word as I try to get his attention.

"Bellamy Blake?" The new girl asks. "They're looking everywhere for you." 

"Shut up." Bellamy growls.

"Why would they be looking for him?" Clarke asks.

"He shot Chancellor Jaha." The girl says.

"That's why you took the wristbands." Clarke exclaims.

"Needed everyone to think we're dead." Finn mumbles.

"Where's my radio?" The girl yells, pointing a knife at Bellamy's throat.

"Woah!" I yell shoving Bellamy back. "Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"Raven." The girl answers her knife switching to pointing at me. "Who're you?"

"Tatum." I mumble as I grab her wrist and twist it, shoving the knife towards her throat. "Don't ever point a weapon towards me again." I yell.

Raven drops the knife and puts her hands up in defeat. "I like you." She smirks. She turns to Bellamy. "I seriously need to know where my radio is."

Bellamy discards her question. "Jaha deserved to die." 

"Yeah? Well, he isn't dead." Raven says.

"What?" I ask.

"Yeah, you're a lousy shot." Raven smirks.

"It's too late." Bellamy says.

"What?" I ask again.

"The radio..." Bellamy confirms my fear.

***

I trudge through the knee deep part of the river, looking for the the lost radio, along with dozens of other people, including Clarke, Finn and Raven.

"Tatum.." Bellamy says, walking up behind me.

I don't answer. I just keep my head down and continue looking for the radio through the strong currents of water. 

"I'm sorry." Bellamy mumbles. "I should have told you sooner." 

"It's okay, Bell." I say, looking up at him. 

"No, it's not." Bellamy says, looking ashamed. "Out of all people, I should've told you."

"Bellamy, you're not a murderer." I say, slipping my hand into his shaking one. "Jaha's alive."

Before Bellamy can answer Jones starts yelling "I found it!" waving the soaked radio in the air.

We all crowd around Raven as she looks over the radio.

"Can you fix it?" I ask.

"Maybe." Raven answers. "But it'll take half a day just to dry the components to see what's broken."

"Like I said, it's too late." Bellamy says.

"Hold up," Raven says, standing from her crouched position. "We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're alive."

"And how're we supposed to do that with a fried radio?" I ask.

***

"Finn, get that control panel to camp." Raven orders pointing towards a flat metal looking plate. We are all standing around the cargo pod Raven landed in and she's ordering us around, getting supplies to make rocket launchers.

"You," Raven stops Harper. "pull out those firing circuits in one piece or they won't work."

I walk over to Bellamy. "We're going to need power to fire." 

"They're tying in the batteries on the drop ship." Bellamy says. "Should be ready when we get there."

"I meant what I said earlier, Bell." I say, choosing to not look at him. "You're not a murderer."

Bellamy again doesn't reply.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that?" I ask.

"Because I did it intending on killing him!" Bellamy said, a little too loud.

"Bellamy, lets go over here." I say grabbing his arm and walking a little distance away from everyone else. "I know you did it intending to kill him. But you didn't."

Bellamy lets out a loud sigh. "You should just mind your own damn business, Tatum."

"What?...I'm just trying to help." I say my eyebrows creasing together in confusion.

"Just drop it, okay?" Bellamy whispers harshly before turning on his heels and stomping off back towards the cargo pod.

*** 

I stand on the opposite side of camp from Bellamy, next to Miller. Members of the 100 running frantically around, setting the rockets up for launching. 

"What's going on with you two?" Miller asks, peering over the rocket at Bellamy, who's glaring hard at the ground. 

"It's complicated." I sigh, watching as Raven steps forward and lights the rockets.

They go soaring through the air, with a loud BOOM.

"Do you think they'll see it?" Miller asks, referring to the Ark.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully before walking off towards the drop ship.

I grabbed a blanket and some extra clothes for a pillow and decided to climb to the third level of the drop ship where almost no one entered. I dropped the door and made my small make-shift bed in a dark corner. I curled up under the blanket and found sleep faster than I had initially anticipated.