We do this Together

Chapter 22: Kill or be Killed

Silently, Bellamy lay on the ground; his eyes shut but conscious, most definitely conscious. Despite the horrendous throbbing on every square inch of his body, Bellamy managed to hold onto every word between the stranger and Lincoln. Daringly, shifts his head so he can see Clarke's face and slowly opens his eyes, just to see her- he thought: I need one look- but he quickly closes them again before he they have the chance to catch him.

Anger fills Bellamy to the brim and seeing Clarke in that state only pushes it on further. But he needs to use his head. He'll kill them, all the right time.

" But Your gonna watch your friends die first." Bellamy hears

" Fuck you." Lincoln replies.

He feels two guards grab Clarke off the floor next to him and soon enough the same happens to him. As his heart rate increases, he's surprised by a punch to his jaw and Bellamys eyes jerk open immediately. His eyes scan to find Clarke still unconscious but being held up by men as Bellamy is, they tighten their grip on him. Then, he sees Lincoln being held at gunpoint.

" Don't touch her." Bellamy warns as the main man walks towards Clarke, Bellamy is turned so he can her a full picture.

" Or what?" He teases, holding a knife to her throat but Bellamy breaks.

" Don't- Please. Just don't touch her- I'll do anything. Just please, don't hurt her." He begs, going against all he stands for but before anything else happens, his radio beeps and Octavia's voice appears on the mic.

"Bellamy, did you find him?" She questions,full of worry.

With a sly grin, the man takes the radio from Bellamy's pocket and answers for him.

" Hello darling. I'm afraid the people your looking for can't talk right now but your more than welcome to join us." He laughs

" Where the fuck is my brother?" O's voice threatens

" O, DON'T MOVE!" Bellamy shouts just before this new guy breaks the walks-talkie in his hand, Clarke begins to stir awake.

As soon as her conscience hits her, her eyes burst open and she begins fighting them off her; she doesn't give up. Then, two men grab her by each arm and the new guy begins repeatedly punching her in the stomach. When contact is made, Bellamy impulses forward but he's jolted back.

" Get the hell off her!" Is the last the he remembers saying before being smacked unconscious by the butt of a gun.

" You move again he dies."

" Why, why u doing this?" Clarke eventually speaks, spitting blood out of her mouth.

" So many questions...Your a pretty little thing aren't you." Moving towards her slightly, his fingers draw circles on her back, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, he begins to move further down, until he reaches her ass, whispering something in her ear and she freezes in place.

With a push of force, Bellamy dives for his throats and throws punch after punch, no longer feeling the weight of the guards' hands holding him down. It doesn't last long though, as much bigger men pull Bellamy off him easily; they hold him, securely this time, in place and the leader- with no name- swings at his gut but Bellamy doesn't wince. At all.

" I don't think you are taking me seriously!" He threatens then walks up to Clarke to make his point evidently clearer.

Slowly, he takes the sharpest part of his knife and begins to lightly, slit her throat- Clarke closes her eyes but makes no movements as one cringe could lead to him cutting too deep. As Bellamy's heart increases in pace rapidly, he stops and turns towards him, whispering in his ear," How does that feel, to have the ones you love suffer."

Standing in the center of the three of them, his desperate lust for attention increases.
Clearly annoyed, he screams out in anger," HAVE I MADE MY POINT CLEAR YET?" However, Bell,Amy and Clarke aren't concerned for his empty, or not, threats but they have an understanding through their own language without saying a single word: their eyes. Bellamy's eyes fall onto Lincoln, who's fixed onto one of the Arc's windows. As he looks over, Bellamy sees his sisters traumatic face as she watches the events playing out before her. His face drops with guilt as he can't help but feeling she shouldn't be watching this and as usual, he feels responsible.

" I'm sorry, does something other that my threats interest you?" His snarky comment makes Bellamy turn his focus back onto the foreign enemy," Our backup still be arriving shortly and grounders are useless to us- well, mostly." He smirks but neither of them know why- Bellamy's gut is already telling him how it's going to end; but, there's nothing he can do. Bellamy's eyes flicked back over to the window as Lincoln's head is raised in the sky, most likely praying to the gods; Octavia's gone.

Clarke notices Bellamy's concern and quickly catches on but before either of them have time to worry the doors of the Arc burst open to reveal the brown haired distressed girl.
Octavia's eyes are flooded with salty tears as her breathes ragged," Don't. Please-" She begs, losing her words in her mouth," He's all I have." She stresses to the nameless man as he flicks between Lincoln and Octavia.

" Honestly, I don't want to." He admits, but Bellamy's unsure of his truthfulness

" Then don't." O says, feeling hope build within herself," Make us see what we did to you." She pleads and he sighs, but doesn't drop the gun.

" On your way to earth, when your dropship was falling apart. A scrap of the metal landed and murdered my wife. Your mistake, killed my wife." He says venomously.

" Are you serious?" Octavia mutters darkly

" Completely." His blood-filled eyes stare at Lincoln," But, your also gonna help us." He adds, looks to Clarke

" Why would we help you?"

" Because if you don't I'll kill you."

" You can't kill us. You just stated that you need our help."

" Not all of you." In a flash, he pulls his trigger on his gun and flies it straight into the back of Lincolns head. Octavia drops hysterically to the floor, screaming a thousand agonies as her tears drown the wind, carrying his death around the soil. Gobsmacked, Clarke looks to Bellamy as her eyes fill with tears, unable to speak words to the devil.

" You idiot." Bellamy says daringly.

" Your going to help us, one way or another." He states, with his head high, like he hadn't just murdered the love of Octavia's life. Somehow, yet unsurprisingly to Clarke and Bellamy,  Octavia stands from her deceased position around Lincoln and walks away into the crowd and with a clean slice, she cuts a mans head straight off. Allowing his head to roll to the man who murdered her lover.

" And I've made mine." She growls.

" Here's our backup." The man holding Bellamy states, sounding relived.  Trying his best, he tries to push from his hold but it's no use, he can barely feel like bones.

" Octavia, go." Bellamy orders, but she listens to him and locks up he doors of the Arc- ignoring her gut.

His second thought is to get Clarke out; that's not going to happen.

" You just started a war you can't win." Clarke says at him.

" Trust me, we already have." Is the last words spoken before the doors open and the air is filled with a pink substance, then everything is enveloped by darkness.