The 100 VI Wars Peak

Chapter 4 Bellamy

He and Alyson decided to take a walk in the woods for a while, some time out of the Capitols enormous standing skyscraper will do them some good, it was getting quite boring in there to him. They walked down a path, which stretched miles, circulating the large walls of the Capitols barrier. Bellamy held Alyson's hand tightly, giving it a squeeze as they made their way through a row of trees. They weren't worried about Grounders of anything, their minds ran freely, not one plot of discomfort haunting them. 

"Beautiful day out, huh Bell?" Alyson smiled widely, and so did Bellamy. 

"You said it Alyson...Although I do wonder if Octavia is alright back at the Dropship." Bellamy admitted. 

"She is fine, perfectly fine I bet. Stop worrying man." 

"Oh really? Why should I? When Wells and his henchmen had me restrained with ropes you didn't stop worrying when I told you not to." Bellamy chuckled, thinking back to that occurrence, viewing it as some joke now, remembering how silly everyone overreacted around Bellamy. He may have shot the Chancellor, but that doesn't mean he will harm anyone down here. Well, anyone important to him and his Sister. The hundred were foolish to believe Bellamy would inflict any pain on them. 

"I had to worry, that was all I could do." Alyson admitted as well, dreamily staring at Bellamy. He and her exchanged a quick kiss before continuing on down the path. 

"I was especially worried, when I saw you and that Dane kid basically willing to kill each other..I couldn't believe it-I was stunned, I actually thought he was going to kill you." Alyson gripped Bellamy's hand more sterner after her sentence, as she stared off to the side in grief. 

"Yeah, thank god Alexandra ended the fight. Remember she shot his eye out..Then he wailed, and retreated into the woods.." Bellamy sighed. 

"And we never seen him again." Alyson groaned. "i wonder what happened to him...Do you think he is dead?"

"Probably, whose to say? I doubt he found some people that took him in...every nomadic Grounder hates us.." Bellamy assisted Alyson over a patch of pointy rocks, which were interrupting the path line. 

"What, like Grounders that don't belong to a tribe? Why do they hate us?" Alyson curiously rose her right brow, and slowly tilted her head downward. 

"After that stunt Finn pulled...There is this guy, Ivor. He is a nomadic Grounder. I think there are a lot of them in these woods. They don't belong to a tribe or nothing, they merely are just on their own..Anyways-" 

"yeah, Finn shot his kid, killing him, and he shunned you away." Alyson interrupted, knowing the story. 

"Yeah..how'd you know?" 

"Well you basically told everyone about what Finn did, why wouldn't I know?" She giggled to herself, her gaze shifting off to the side, avoiding Bellamy's eyes. "We've been through so much...so much pain, so much death..And now this upcoming war Clarke and Lexa are planning.." Her gaze revolved right back to meet Bellamy's eyes. "Lexa sees the hundred as an army, when really their just kids..I don't think these people understand what young and innocent is.." 

"Young and innocent is a little to petty to say, considering the only reason the hundred are here is because of their actions back on the Ark." Bellamy noticed some movement up ahead, but ignored it. It is probably a bird or something, who knows. Alyson didn't take much mind of the noise either. They continued walking another few minutes in silence, before Bellamy rose his brows in confusion. 

"hey, uh, Alyson. I have a question. You never really told me this but, what did you get confined for?" Bellamy felt dumbfounded that he never pondered upon this question. What possibly could a sweet girl like Alyson do, to get her thrown in the slammer. It seems unlike her to get arrested. 

"Actually...I didn't get arrested.." She crossed her arms, and glanced down, not wanting to look him in the eyes. Bellamy began to get suspicious, as he grasped her shoulder, directing her towards him. 

"hey..you can tell me..I won't mind...Hey, whoa-" He let go of her shoulder, pulling her back. "What the hell is that!" Bellamy pointed towards a large cloud of red smoke, which was hovering over to them, seeping through holes in trees, and shimmying through burrows of leaves, the red gas got closer and closer to Alyson. Bellamy suddenly felt drowsy, as he staggered back, almost tripping over as he held his balance. Alyson's eyes slowly shut, as she fell right to the ground. She was out like a light. Suddenly, small lines of green zipped around through the red smoke, the green beams darted in different directions, as Bellamy staggered back completely, tripping down a small hill, and rolling down a hillside, his body soon came to a halt with a thud, as his eyes slowly shut. He was unconscious down a hill, as Alyson was unconscious up the hill, being abducted by the red smoke.