Fallen Warriors ➢ Bellamy Blake

Chapter Four: Control

Chapter Four: Control

Song: Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes

Before Bellamy was awake, I rolled out of bed and began rummaging through the piles of clothes on the ground, dressed in only a lacey black bra and matching underwear. First, I weeded out my own clothes before finding Bellamy's. Hidden in the pair of pants he had been wearing the night before was the gun. I grabbed it, smirking, until I noticed that the clip was missing.

"Looking for this?" I turned around to find Bellamy standing behind me, wearing nothing but black boxers, holding up the clip that belonged to the handgun. I took a sharp breath and glared at him.

"You bastard." I accused calmly.

"You're the one who tried to take the gun in the first place." He countered smugly. "Oh, and I thought you might want this back." He held up the small dream clove leaf. "Didn't really think this through, did you?"

"Apparently you didn't, either." I said, imitating his smug grin. "How do you plan to use the bullets without the gun?"

"How do plan to use the gun without the bullets?"

"Well, I've got one." There was a bullet that had already been loaded into the chamber previously. I raised the gun and aimed it at Bellamy's chest. "The clip, please?" I demanded more than requested.

The tarp door of the tent brushed back and a girl stepped in, no doubt one of Bellamy's one night stands. "Hey, Bellamy, I--" She cut off her own sentence when she found the scene: Me in my underwear, aiming a gun at an unwavering Bellamy, who was undressed, as well, holding up a gun clip in his hand.

"I'd suggest you come back later." I told the girl, not moving my eyes away from Bellamy. The tarp dropped and we were alone again.

"I'll make you a deal. You give me the gun and I'll be part of your little rescue party." He offered.

"I'll make you a deal. You give me the clip and I won't shoot you."

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Try me." I tested. "Not gonna be much of a leader if you're dead."

Bellamy waited for me to waver, but I didn't. "Fine." he surrendered, and tossed the clip into the pile of my clothes at my feet.

"Thank you." I said sweetly and lowered the gun. He scoffed before grabbing his pants from the ground, pulling them on, and slipping out of the tent. I smiled triumphantly as I quickly got dressed in my pants and t-shirt, tying on my boots. I slid the gun into my waistband and grabbed my jacket from the ground. I ducked under the tent exit and walked past Bellamy, who was standing outside of the tent.

"At least we got to have some fun." He said in a cocky tone.

"Bite me, Freckles." I responded, not bothering to look back at him, shrugging on my leather jacket. The glances I received leaving Bellamy's tent didn't bother me. To be honest, I felt pretty badass.

...

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Clarke reprimanded as soon as she spotted me entering the dropship.

"I was thinking that we're gonna get our asses kicked by Grounders if we go out there again defenseless." I responded. Clarke crossed her arms over her chest angrily and pursed her lips in frustration. I smirked. "And I did get this." I pulled the gun out from my waistband and showed it to her, as well as Finn, Octavia, and Monty, who were all alone together in the dropship.

"And what did you have to do to get it?" Finn questioned, crossing his arms like Clarke.

"I did what I had to." I replied, upsetted by his comment. He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, putting his hand on my arm. "This" I held up the dream clove leaf "didn't work. I had to figure something else out."