Wanderlust |♤| Bellamy Blake

An Eventful Day

Charlie was a little foggy when she finally woke back up. She no longer saw the hallucinations but now she was fully alert the danger they are in. She jumped in a sudden alertness. "Bellamy!"

No sound was made so she quickly grabbed the gun she was using earlier and ran outside, the last place she knew Bellamy was going.

She stopped in her steps when she saw Clarke and Dax aiming guns at each other. Charlie narrowed her eyes as she realized that she was right, someone was following them. And it was this asshole all along. She held up her gun and stayed hidden in the trees.

"Your choice." said Dax. Clarke pulled the trigger but a click sounded. She quickly hid behind a tree as well, seeing Charlie. Fitz put a finger to her lips, telling her not to mention it.

Dax kept shooting the gun in the direction of Clarke until Bellamy tackled him onto the ground. The leader of the group landed a few good punches to the traitors face but soon Dax punched back., knocking him over. He climbed over Bellamy and began to hit him. Charlie growled and held up her gun, coming up behind Dax at a safe distance. She cocked the gun causing him to freeze as he held his gun over Bellamy's neck. Dax didn't turn around. "You're bullets are dead Clarke. I'm not stupid."

"And I'm not Clarke. Nor will I hesitate to shoot you. Get your ass up." Charlie's voice was dark and demanding. When someone threatens some one she loves, she almost turns into a robot. She will do anything to protect them.

Instead of getting up, he tried to swing and hit her with the gun. She wasn't close enough. So at the same time as both of the two tried to save their lovers, Bellamy shoved a sharp object in Dax's neck and Charlie pulled the trigger. She was aiming for the heart, but because he was falling, it shot him in the head.

He died instantly, falling on Bellamy from the pressure of the gun. His eyes widened as he pushed the dead body off of him. He was panting, trying to get the oxygen back that was being choked out of him.

Once Bellamy 's breathing was ok, he crawled over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed. "You're ok."

"No I'm not." he replied. "My mother... If she knew what I've done- who I am- she raised me to be better, to be good..."

"Bellamy-"" Charlie whispered, putting a hand on his cheek. He placed his hand over hers.

"And all I do is hurt people." he interrupted, sniffling. The blood on his face and the sad look he gave was enough to make Charlie almost cry. "I'm a monster."

Charlie shook her head aggressively. "You are not a monster." She whispered. "Don't you ever say that. You saved Clarke's life today, and mine. You save us all the time. Monster's don't save people, they kill. And what we did, was for the safety of us. He tried to kill you, and he would've killed us afterwards." Charlie paused and looked into his eyes.

Clarke was next to them now. "She's right, Bellamy. You may be a total ass half the time, but I need you. We all need you. None of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you."

Charlie moved her hand from his face and just held on to it instead. "You've done so many good things for them and just because they have some guns now, doesn't mean they are good without you. We can't run, Bellamy. We have to go back with her. You have to face our demons."

"Like you faced you dad? And Clarke face her mom?" Bellamy asked.

Charlie sighed. "I did talk to my dad. You know that. But you are right. I need to actually listen this time and forgive him."

"And I don't want to face my mom. I don't want to face any of it. All I think about every day is how we're gonna keep everyone alive, but we don't have a choice." Clarke said.