Shameless ~ Bellamy Blake

25~ Gunpowder and Lead

The depot is the definition of ruined and disgusting. It's basically a long tunnel that's dark and musty. Mold grows along the walls and it smells of dust and maybe..rotting meat?

"You really think this place has been untouched since the war?" Bellamy asks.

"A girl can dream." Clarke answers. 

"Ahh!" I scream, jumping towards Bellamy as I see two skeletons sitting on a stairway.

Bellamy cracks up. "You would think a tough girl like you wouldn't get scared by a couple of bones."

I flip him off and continue looking through the depot. "This place is disgusting." I mumble.

"Damn it." Bellamy growls. "Anything left down here is destroyed."

"Hey! I found some blankets." I say holding up a box with maybe a dozen cotton blankets.

"You're excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy asks.

"Well, it's something." Clarke says.

Bellamy turns and opens one of the many metals barrels. Inside is black grease.

"Geez, Bell, shut that. It reeks." I say.

"How about a canteen? Or a med kit or a decent freaking tent?!" Bellamy yells. "Agh!" He screams kicking the metal barrel over. The black grease spills out everywhere, covering the bottom of my combat boots. 

"Bell, stop." I say crouching down and brushing away some of the grease. I smirk widely and pick up an assault rifle. "Now, we're talking."

"Holy shit." Bellamy mumbles. "There's tons of them!"

Bellamy picks up one of them. "This changes everything. No more running from spears." 

"We need to practice. It's been far too long since I've shot a gun." I say wiping the grease off the rifle in my hands. "There." I point to what looks like a bed sheet hanging from the ceiling. I grab a marker and draw a little circle right in the middle. 

Bellamy steps forward, positioning the gun on his shoulder. He places his pointer finger on the trigger and pulls. A soft click comes from the gun, but no bullet fires. 

"Duds." Bellamy says. "Tatum, try yours." Bellamy steps aside, giving me room.

I align my gun, looking through the rear sight. I place my finger on the trigger and... BANG! My gun fires. I feel the gun kick back, giving my shoulder an aching pain. 

"Damn." Bellamy says.

I lower my gun and look at the bed sheet. Right through the middle of the circle is a bullet hole.

"You're really good." Clarke gawks. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"The less you know," I smirk. "the better."

"Not fair." Clarke grumbles.

I giggle lightly.

"Tatum, can I talk to you?" Bellamy says, his voice shifting slightly. 

"Uh, yeah." I say, my eyebrows scrunching together, confused. He walks past Clarke and on the opposite side of the depot, behind some shelves, out of the sight of Clarke.

"Miller." Bellamy says. "He's good. The others listen to him. You should keep him close." 

"What? Bellamy, what's going on?" I ask.

"Tatum, I want you to know..." Bellamy hesitates. "I want you to know how much I love you." 

My breath escapes me. "Love me?" I ask.

"Yes, Tatum, I love you. I've loved you since the day we got down here." 

"Bellamy, why're you telling me this now?" I ask, gazing up into his eyes. I look down at his hands and see multiple sacs of food, more ammunition worth of a day. "You're gonna run." I say. Just as the words leave my mouth I physically can feel my heart breaking. 

Bellamy doesn't respond. 

"So that's just it?" I say, my voice rising. "You're gonna sit here and tell me about your undying love for me and then run off to God knows where. Who knows if I'll ever see you again?! You would seriously put me through that? And what about Octavia, huh? What am I supposed to tell her when Clarke and I get back to camp without you? That the Grounders got you?" I ramble on, the words spilling out of my mouth, uncontrollably. 

"Octavia hates me." Bellamy says. "She'll be fine." Bellamy shakes his head. "I'll come back to see you. I just can't be here when the drop ship gets here. They'll arrest me...they'll kill me."

"You don't know that!" I yell. 

"Yes, I do!" Bellamy yells back. "They locked my sister up for two whole years just for being BORN! I shot the chancellor, Tatum. I shot him! They'll kill me, and make you watch!"

"Bellamy, please.." I struggle, tears forming in my eyes. "Please, we can figure something out."

Bellamy screams out in aggression. "I need some air." He mumbles before pushing past me and walking outside of the depot. 

***

It's been a total of 20 minutes since Bellamy stormed out. I've been sitting on the depot's floor, picking the paint off the walls, waiting for him to come back...but he hasn't. Clarke is freaking me out a bit. She's been having some weird conversation with herself. Every time I try to intervene she shoves me backwards. 

That's it, I'm going to check on Bellamy. I jump up, hugging my loaded rifle to my side and exit the depot. I walk out of the depot and into the grass and hear the sounds of struggle. I turn the corner and see Dax, a very large and burly member of the 100, forcing Bellamy to the ground with a rifle pointed at his head.

"Dax, what the hell are you doing?!" Bellamy yells, struggling against the weight of Dax.

"Shumway." Is all Dax says before I visibly see his finger move down to the trigger. 

My actions were faster than I thought they would be. I shove my gun on my shoulder, looking through the rear sight. I force my finger on the trigger and, with no hesitation, I pull it. BANG! The bullet shoots out, hitting Dax right in the chest. 

I stay frozen, holding the gun in the same position. 

Bellamy gets up and runs over to me. 

"I...I had to..he was going to kill you." I ramble, tears flowing down my cheeks. "He was going to shoot you...I had to." 

"Hey, hey, hey." Bellamy says, pulling me into him. "Shh. It's okay."

I feel myself visibly shaking, my eyes still staring hard into the lifeless body of Dax. 

"Please." I say, looking up at him. "Please don't leave me." I pull him into me.

"I..I'd never leave you." Bellamy says. 

"I love you." I say into his chest.

 "I love you too."