The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Bellamy Blake: Taken

"Fuckin grounders" You mumble, sharpening your knife harshly. You were sitting on a log by the wall, listening to everyone whisper about the latest attack. You loathed these sons of bitches, thinking they were stronger than you, scarier than you. You were a god damn war tank, you feared nothing, let alone these cowards who hide in trees and fight from the sky. They made you so angry, those pretentious fucks.

"GROUNDER!" A scream let out, within the next few seconds everyone was screaming and running, chaos descended. You shoved yourself up, running for the main gate. You pushed through the swarms of people, until you finally broke into the Treeline.

"COME ON!" You screamed, both of your knives in hand, you scanned the area, turning in circles. An arrow flew through the air and landed at your feet. They were trying to scare you.

"I'm not scared you inbred fucks!" Your voice carries through the trees, pushing with force and brutality. This was the last time they hurt your people.

"Little girl...." An ominous voice groans, seemingly from nowhere. "You stand alone."
A man of considerable size walks out from behind a tree a few feet away, standing his ground, spear in hand.

"I prefer to win my wars on my own terms." You growl, charging toward him. You grip your knives harder. He predicts your next move, ready to catch you, but you twist and duck under his arm barely brushing past him. You turn on a dime, burying your boot in his back. He grunts, falling forward. Without hesitation he kicks out his leg, knocking you down with him. Hands grab at you, pulling at your limbs painfully. You scream out and kick, trying to get away but failing to do so. The man stands, brushing himself off and stalking up to where you're now forced to stand. He scowls, grabbing you jaw forcefully,

"You win nothing, little girl." He growls, spitting in your face and shoving you back. A thick woven hood slams over your head and you get pulled back, like they're dragging you off. Your breathing heavy from the adrenaline, your hot breath filling the hood in no time, making it hard to breathe. You can feel your strength fading, your screaming of disobedience becomes whimpers of pleas. Soon enough, the lights go out and you lose consciousness.

"Y/n?! Y/n WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Bellamy shouts, scanning the camp for you. He had accounted for everyone but you, he was pannicing and everyone could tell. He ran through the camp, searching every possible corner, until Clarke stopped him.

"Move Clarke!" Bellamy yelled, but Clarke stood her ground.

"Bellamy, stop." She said sternly "We will find Y/n, together. We will assemble a search party and go looking for her, shes not here."

Bellamy stared at her, it took everything inside him to not scream. He knew you weren't here, but blind ignorance was easier than the thought of you being out there with them.
"We will find her"
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Hours. It had been hours of trudging through the damp forest with dangerously low flamed torches.
Bellamy had done as Clarke advised and assembled a search party, but only a few brave souls stood up to help look. Many within the group liked you, but considered you a lost cause now that the grounders had you. Only he, Clarke, Finn, Monty, and Jasper and come along. So together they marched, a lonely group of five, against generations of Grounders. Bellamy didn't like the odds, but he wouldn't stop.

"Bellamy-" Jasper started but Bellamy quickly cut him off

"Shut up"

"Come on man!" He griped, growing weary like the rest. Bellamy scowled and twisted around, getting into Jaspers face.

"If you don't want to be here, LEAVE. Any of you! You can all lea-"

A scream let out from the distance, silencing him.

"Y/n" Bellamy whispers, before taking off running. He runs in the directing of the sound, hoping it will lead him to you. A few seconds later he hears you again, he speeds up, jumping over fallen trees and running through branches. He skids to a stop when he finds a you, hanging but your hands from a tree.

"Y/n!" He screams, shoving his knife into his holster and gripping the tree, beginning to climb.

"I got you, Y/n, I'm gonna get you down. Just say with me you'll be okay" He urges, talking to you while he slowly gets closer. Weak from exposure, all you can muster up is a groan. Reaching the top, he pulls out his knife and starts to cut the rope.

"Get ready to catch her!" He yells, when he sees the rope starting to give. Within a minute, the rope snaps and your limp body falls into the waiting arms of the group. Bellamy wastes no time climbing down, instead he just simply jumps, landing beside you. He quickly pulls you into his lap, cradeling your head.

"Tell me shes alive, please Clarke, please tell me shes alive..." Bellamy pleads, never taking his eyes off you.

"Shes alive, Bellamy. She's okay."