The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Gained respect |Bellamy Blake

Imagine requested by kyliewynn211

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"I can take care of myself,  Griffin. I don't need Bellamy to go with me." You yelled at the girl, annoyance radiating off of you. No one in this place believed you were capable of doing things for yourself.

"Yeah, well, he's the most qualified-"

"There are so many qualified people in this camp. I can handle myself out there, give me-"

"No. Now, you and Bellamy are going out there together, and I don't want you at each others throats." She snapped, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Come on, Kylie. Don't leave me pulling your weight." Bellamy muttered, appearing in the dropship.

"I'm perfectly capable, Blake." You crossed your arms, following after him. The pack bounced against your back as you followed behind the boys fast pace, his longer legs allowing longer strides. "Could you slow down, I have-"

"Shh." He hushed. You glared over at him, opening your mouth to say something, when his hand slapped over your mouth. "Shh." He repeated, slowly letting go.

A throwing knife suddenly broke through the trees, flying towards the pair. Both ducked out of the way, right as grounders charged towards them. Kylie immediately pulled her machete, striking it against a swinging sword. They were easily out numbered, two after you and three after Bellamy.

You had your sword struck against the grounders, leaving little leverage as you kicked his leg, causing it to go out. The other tackled you to the ground, knocking your machete from your hand.

But your hands flew down, pushing the grounder away enough to give you room. Your hand gripped your knife, swiftly pulling it from your boot. The grounder jerked away, the other grounder finally recovering. But you managed to jam your blade in the side of his neck.

Throwing his sputtering body to the ground, blood dripped down your blade. You quickly picked up your machete, being thrown into a sword fight with the man. He swung, but you twirled out of the way, impaling your machete through his stomach. The grounder collapsed to the ground, but he was the least of your worries. Bellamy was held on the ground by a grounder, hands clasped around his throat and a knife in his bicep.

And just as you had been taught, you threw the blade, landing it in the grounders shoulder blade. He quickly turned, giving you the leverage to slit his throat with your machete.

Blood seeped form the cut, dripping down onto Bellamy's face. He threw the grounder off of him, gasping for air. After he had sat up, you squat next to him, gently grabbing his arm.

"We need to get you back to camp." Bellamy grunted in disagreement, slowly standing from the ground. You could see the bruises formed around his throat, worry setting in your mind.

"I'm fine." He muttered, his voice deep and scratchy. You glared up at him, arms crossed over your chest.

"Don't give me that shit, Blake. Come on." You ordered. Normally, there was no way Bellamy would listen to you. But, saving someone's life comes with a bit of thankful respect. He nodded lightly, his face showing pain as you tied a cloth around his arm. "So much for you pulling my weight, huh?"