The 100 Imagines💯

Bellamy--- Don't Kill Peace💙

"There were sightings of Grounders around the middle woods. By the drinking stream. They might be trying to poison it." Miller runs to Bellamy and you who stand together, debating how to handle the situation with the Grounders.

You look to Bellamy who is looking to you for an answer.
You decide to take this one,

"We'll send group A and C to scout. Go in partners. Don't shoot to kill. We don't want any more blood on our hands. Remember that." You say firmly not surpressing any emotion into your words and something unravels inside Bellamy as you say them.

Miller nods and runs off to give your orders to the groups of teenagers with guns who pretend to be warriors.

"Don't shoot to kill? Are you crazy?" Bellamy sighs in disappointment, regretting letting you take over with him.

"No," you turn to face down at the ruffled paper which lay before you on a table, depicting a map of the area thus far surrounding you, "It was a good idea. If they notice us killing more of their people, they'll bring upon us an actual war. Not just playtime, Bellamy." You look up to meet his brown furrowed eyes, with a hollow stare of your own.

He nods slowly, unable to make himself admit he is wrong.

"Please tell me you haven't forgotten the lives we've lost to them." He says in a smaller voice and you think of Finn.
How Lexa had forced Clarke to do the unspeakable to your boyfriend who went A-wall when you were captured in Mount Weather.

"Sometimes...." You trail off, shaking the memory from your head, "Sometimes you have to lose good people. People who would always lift you when you were down. People who loved and cared for you. To make yourself stronger." You frown with your eyes and stare down at the page again. Fears threatening your clear vision.

"Finn..." Bellamy says in a whisper, as if his ghost would appear and haunt him for the rest of his days just by saying his name aloud.

Finn has always been in your mind ever since that day.

The day you and Bellamy decided to leave Abby and Kane's camp.

Make your own.

Gathered the people who didn't want to be held down by old colonist ways.

Finn would've joined you.
You're sure of it.

He'd do anything for you.
Kill anyone, for you.

You shake your head once again, suck in a breath and face him.

"We're not fighting them. Understand? Remember why we decided to break off from the colonists? Because we're not like them. They kill. We can be better." You stand straighter and he nods his head.

"Good." You turn but his hand snakes around your wrist and you wait for his voice.

"Sometimes you have to do what may seem wrong at the time, to protect the people you love, too." He says and you collect your wrist at your side and stomp away, knowing very well Bellamy was up to something.

Just to make sure nothing went wrong, you headed along with group C with Harper and Monty and a few others. Some other Colonists had also joined your side and they stay behind, their guns holstered like you said.

"There's the stream." You lead the way and pull out a cup and dip it in slightly to collect some.

You sip from the cup and swish the liquid in your mouth. There's a taste of bitterness and a tang.

You quickly spit it out and wipe your mouth.

"Poison. Some kind of sickness inducing poison. Homemade from a plant. Find the plant and we'll be good." You tell them and they spread out just as group A arrives, Bellamy leading the way, his gun in his hand.