Nefarious ▹ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 2. Refuge From Grounders?

Disclaimer: I don't own The 100, though I wish I did.

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I play with the ends of my hair as I sit on the bed. I've searched everywhere and there's no way out of this room.

I don't know where I am. Monty is gone, the door to his room is open and he's not in there anymore. Who's keeping us here? Why are they keeping us here? Do they have everyone else? What are they going to do with us?

Memories of the battle with the grounders flood my brain. The shouting, the gun shots, the images that flash in front of my eyes, the cries of our people and grounders, the reapers, everything. The thought of Bellamy enters my thoughts and my eyes start to well up with tears.

He's gone.

I think back to the last time I saw him; when Millar was dragging me into the drop ship as I struggled against his grip. I remember looking into his eyes for the last time from across what what used to be our home, our safe place. But now is a giant grave of grounders and our people. I remember the feeling of relief when I saw Bellamy when I finally returned from hunting, I remember the feeling of his lips on mine for the first time, it's a feeling I can never forget, and it's a feeling I'll always miss. I remember the hatred I felt when I first saw him when we landed here on Earth, I remember I wanted nothing to do with him. When he caught me before I fell in the hole and pushed me out of the way before the jaguar could crush me, I felt safe. He was a person that made me feel safe no matter what situation I was in. He was a sense of security, he gave me the feeling that everything would be okay. And now that he's not here, I don't know what to do. I don't know what to feel, I don't know how to function. I feel cold, scared, I feel vulnerable, I feel like a lost puppy that's all by itself, hungry and cold.

The door to my room interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see someone or something in a blue suit with a mask and black gloves. In its hand is a vacuum type object and I stare at it, not able to move. It stands at the entrance of the room for what seems to be ages, just staring back at me.

It approaches closer towards me, I feel my body tense up and my heart beat start to race. I want to run, my mind is telling me to run, everything in my body is telling me to run, except my legs don't respond. The person reaches the side of my bed and it holds its hand out. I look over in confusion.

What does it want?

I notice my arm extending out towards the black glove. What am I doing this? It's like I can't control my actions.

The blue suited person helps me up off the bed and I find myself on my feet. Did it just help me? Another blue suited person enters the room and it motions me over.

This is suspicious. Why are they wearing these blue suits with masks? What do they want with me?

I quickly grab a metal rod from off the thing beside the bed and I slowly proceed closer to the person by the door. They hold their hands up but I keep my stance and the rod in hand. Why don't they talk? It's just like the grounders.

I reach the person at the doorway and I don't touch them. I don't want to. I don't know what they want, I don't know what they're going to do to me, I don't where they're taking me.

The person motions me down the hall and I step out and run for it. I run down the hall not knowing where I'm going. I hear the person running behind me which makes we push myself ever harder. I run through the halls like I'm being chased by a grounder.

I run through a set of doors and a blaring siren fills the halls and a red light on the hall wall flashes.

Where the hell am I?