2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 11 - Bookshelves

~Clarke's POV~

We all make our way to our rooms after the meeting and the deciding of the groups being sent to the surface tomorrow.

I pace down the corridor and walk up to the large steel door, the number 139, plastered in metal numbers on the door. I push it open and are meted by a small private room, a single bed and a small desk filling the room.

Why I was given this room, I'm not sure. Most people were forced to sleep in bunk rooms like in Mount Weather. I sigh and drop my small pack and rifle on the ground in the middle of the room and take off my shirt wanting to head straight for bed.

I'm left in my bra, pants and socks when I hear the door creak and footsteps. I spin around and are met with soft brown eyes. I cover my chest quickly and look back up to Bellamy still slightly shocked before pulling away my face trying to hide my blush.

"I must be in the wrong room, sorry." I say slipping on my shirt and gathering my things in a rush. My face bright red and my words rushed.

"No, you stay, what's your room number?" He says looking away.

"Ah, 139." I say placing my pack over my shoulder heading for the door with my rifle and boots in my arms. I watch Bellamy look at a piece of paper before looking to the room number, then me.

"We got the same room." He says running a hand down his face. I think back to Octavia now hours ago and how she kept giving me odd looks after Bellamy and I hugged in the office.

I sigh and look down the corridor. I walk down to the next door and knock, hopping for no one to be home until Monty answers.

"Hey." I say going to continue until he reads my mind.

"Two to a room, you're with Bellamy." He says before giving me a smile and closing the door. I sigh and look back to Bellamy in the door way of our room.

"Guess were bunk buddies." I say trenching back into the room.

I place my pack on the desk and sit on the metal chair next to it, pulling out my canteen and taking a drink. I pull out my note book and find my pencil at the bottom of my bag and flick through the pages, most filled with tiny marks, each mark another day.

I stop at one page and gaze upon the grey sketch, each line ending and starting perfectly on the worn page. It's a sketch of my mum, her hair pulled back into a pony tail and dads ring around her neck, the metal sparking just like her eyes.

That's when I feel the metal of the ring pressing against my skin under my shirt. I had slipped it on after I had found it and had forgotten it over all the commotion.

I take a sharp breath and slip a hand down my shirt taking the ring in my fingers. I run my fingers over the cold metal and look down to the sketch of my mum.

I don't notice I'm crying until Bellamy's hand is against my cheek swiping away tears. I'm now an orphan, just like Bellamy and Octavia our parents lost to the cruel world.

I take his hand and hold it tightly, closing my book and placing the pencil over it. "I'm so tired." I mutter, tears streaming down my face. I feel him pull me into a hug and I stand up, our bodies motionless in the middle of the still room.

"I know." I hear him whisper into my ear. I hug him tighter and fist his shirt in my hands, if I had lost him, I don't know what there would be to live for.

We just stand there, in each other's arms in the middle of the room. I feel his hands slip down to my back and hug me tighter. I do the same back and snuggle my head into the nook of his neck, my eyes closing and my breathing evening out.

"I can't believe it." I say tears starting to reappear in my eyes.

"I know." I hear him say one of his hands moving to my head. We stand in silence for a few minutes before I speak again.

"How did you get through it?" I ask, my body still tightly pressed against his. There is a small silence and then I hear his voice again.

"Octavia." He says softly keeping me close. I feel my eyes start to water up because he had someone, he had family. He still has family. I don't have anyone, I am the only Griffin left.

I am the only Griffin left

I can tell he has noticed I have started to cry again and I feel him loosen his grip so he can look at me. I bowl my head to the floor not wanting to face him. I feel his hand reach under my chin and pull it up towards him, our eyes meeting.

"Clarke you have me and you have nothing to be afraid of." He says cupping my cheek. I nod and I feel my eyes starting to droop, the tears stopping.

He guides me over to the only bed in the room and I sit down not wanting to fall down instead. I go to lie down before remembering Bellamy.

"You sleep here, I can go bunk with Raven." I say making up an excuse to make him take the bed instead of me. I go to stand before I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me back down into the mattress.

"No way, you need your rest Clarke, I will go bunk with Octavia." He says placing the thin blanket over me. I nod and look back to him as he goes to exit the room.

"Goodnight Bellamy." I say barely the words slurring on my tongue.

"Goodnight Princess." He says as he switches off the light and leaves me with my enemy, the dark.

~Bellamy's POV~

I leave my room without my things and walk down the hall a few paces before looking back at the door, the numbers plastered in metal letters on the door. Like each room was a cell, another cold cell on the skybox.

I shake off the feeling and continue down the hall. I find myself soon enough in one of the rec rooms, book shelves lining the walls and a few sofas here and there. Desks and chairs, board games and puzzles.

I walk over to one of the many bookshelves lining the concreate walls of the bunker and run my hands over the leather spines. I look to the symbols and titles running up and down the rows of books until a collection of books catch my eye.

I take down the three books and hold them in my hands. Each book having their only symbol on the side and cover, no more. The first having the symbol of a lightning bolt that almost looks burnt into the leather.

The next a trident that looks perfectly rounded and smoothed into the leather, like the craftsman has taken great care. And the third a dark black helmet, the edges engraved sharp and jagged like a knife has been used.

I hold the books in my hands puzzled for a moment before I remember the several stories and tales of my childhood. I look to the lightning bolt and flick through my memories like a book.

Greek Mythology

The big three as I knew them, and still do.

Zeus, the god of the sky and lightening, the strongest of all the gods. His symbol and weapon a lightning bolt forged by the titans themselves.

Poseidon, the god of the ocean and horses. His symbol his trident used to control the tides of the sea, one of the big three and brother to Zeus.

And finally, Hades, god of the underworld and death. His symbol his helmet that he would carry into every battle, not letting a single blow hurt the god. A brother to Zeus and Poseidon but most importantly the decider of death, just like the person who invented the first nuclear bomb.

I flick inside the cover of Hades book and see black ink splattered to the first page. I read the words carefully and feel them hit me hard, knowing them so well.

"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

Hope you guys loved this chapter, it is my fav so far and I love writing this story. More chapters coming soon so don't forget to leave a review of PM with any ideas you have or things you might want mentioned in the story, all credit given. Thanks guys,

-RFRC