The 100 VI Wars Peak

Chapter 7 Bellamy

Alyson was gone. Nowhere to be found. Bellamy aimlessly trekked around the woods outside the Polis limits, searching for her. The moon was taped to the night sky, and stars were out, lighting Bellamy's path. The stars weren't the only things glowing, a few surrounding trees were illuminating his path. Bellamy thought back to when she was taken, The red smoke which came from the dreary section of the woods, her faint yells and cries as it consumed her gradually. He just admitted her feelings to her less then a week ago, he is not going to let this happen. He has been circling the woods, honestly not knowing where he is going, getting lost around corners, unaware if he is even near the Capitol. He doesn't see the Polis skyscraper, so he knows he is far. He was about to cross a treeline, when someones palms cupped around his mouth, and yanked him back against a tree. Bellamy didn't get to see the person restraining him, but he felt their gritty hands press down on his lips. He heard a voice, a low toned murmur, continuously mumbling "Shhh, Shhh..." into his ears. He was about to grab the handgun in his pocket and shoot the person behind him, until he was thrown forward, turning around to identify his restrainer. Bellamy could barely see the person, due to a line of shadow zipping horizontally on the person. 

"Who're you!?" Bellamy asked sternly, gripping the butt of the handgun. The person stepped from the shadows. Bellamy gasped, his hands dropping to his side. It was Ivor. The child that Finn shot, the child's father. Ivor stared at Bellamy briefly, receiving the realization of who he is. Ivor looked furious, but he restrained his anger, by placing a hand on Bellamy's shoulder, gripping it sternly. 

"Ivor, I-" 

"Shhh!" Ivor interrupted Bellamy's sentence, hushing him. "Reapers..their around here..a pack of them swarmed my hut..killed my wife.." He whispered, followed by a lonesome frown. Bellamy felt bad for the guy. He lost his kid. He lost his wife. What does he have to lose now? 

"Where are the Reapers at!?"Bellamy whispered. 

"A pack of them are a few trees down there..look." Ivor pointed down a few rows of trees. Bellamy turned and squinted his eyes, seeing black figures roam in the darkness. He gasped, wondering what would have happened to him if Ivor never came long, it made his stomach churn seeing their shadows reflected on the stone wall-sides. "Bellamy." Ivor spoke again, Bellamy was surprised he remembered his name. "Have you seen a Black haired man, His name is Yardley, he is my friend, he comes from the Plain-Riders..he must be out here somewhe-" ivor was interrupted by a mans screams off in  distance, and the sound of running footsteps. Suddenly, a Reaper dropped down from the trees right behind Ivor. Ivor dodged the Reapers swing of his sword, as Ivor swung his own, splitting open the reapers side. Blood sprinkled onto Ivor's torso, as he finished the reaper off, slicing their throat. Two more came running down from the top of the hill, one Reaper shooting multiple arrows, missing both Bellamy and Ivor as they hid behind two trees. 

"Dammit! Use your gun, kid!" Ivor ordered. Bellamy nodded, without hesitation. He yanked it from his waistband, and swiveled around, firing a few rounds. Pop! One into a running Reapers shoulder, slowing his down. Pop! Another one into his skull. A crowd was now running down from the hilltops. Bellamy only had one bullet left. All of them running forward made his sweat intensely, everything feeling as if it slipped into slow motion. "Shoot!" Ivor screamed, as the Reapers were getting closer by the second. Arrows zipped by Bellamy's neck, one almost getting him. He spotted something, a small gasoline tank hooked onto one of the charging Reapers waistband. Bellamy leaned against the side of the tree, closed one eye, and fired. the final bullet struck the gasoline tank. An explosion was heard, as all you saw was tens of Reapers, getting consumed by an explosion, bigger then anything Bellamy ever saw. All of them had to be dead, at least stunned for life some of them. The trees around them caught some of the aftermath, and down came a skinny redwood tree, crushing the few that remained alive. Bellamy watched in triumph, astonished at what he did. Ivor gave him a clean pat on the shoulder, looking quite impressed. he took out a dozen with just one shot, imagine if he could take out a thousand, with ten shots.