Our Salvation || Bellamy Blake

{ 14 } Promise

The four of us stand in a circle, surrounded by green which Raven marvels at, her eyes wide with wonder. I smile sneaks onto my face, knowing the feeling of seeing forest around you after nineteen plus years of grey metal walls.

I clear my throat. "He threw the radio into the lake. You three go, the parts might still work if we hurry. I'll find Bellamy." I state, scanning their faces all taught with tension. I end in Clarke, who nods in confirmation.

"We need all the people we can get, and Bellamy can provide them. That radio saves three hundred innocent people." Clarke voice wavers, probably thinking of her mother. No matter how mad Clarke was , she loved her mother and wouldn't let her die.

I cast a grimace in Raven's direction, but turn to leave before I rethink my decision. I would see Raven and Finn later, now we need to focus on saving the Ark. Three hundred people was too much already, but eventually the Arks total population of 2,559 would cease to exist.

I turn in the opposite direction of the lake, knowing Bellamy would go back to camp normally as if nothing had happened. Back to play leader.

My sense of direction was good, I remembered places by landmarks. A tall leafy tree that towers above anything else, my feet running overtop it's dead leaves the crisp wind blowing in my face.

For a while, it was just me and my thoughts, memorizing the directions to camp. They soon drift, returning to the boy I'm trying to find.

At first, I thought it was Clarke that led with her heart, and Bellamy that led with his head. Now, I've come to realize the opposite.

Clarke was willing to kill Atom without much hesitation, whereas there was no way Bellamy would. Clarke did what she thought best, even if it hurt some. Bellamy instinctively did whatever he thought best for himself and Octavia without a care for anyone else. It was enough enough to tell, I had trained myself to read people.

It was hard. Bellamy has made good decisions, but when it comes to loved ones he made rash decisions that effected everyone, immensely this time. It could kill three hundred people. I know that he had no idea, but he didn't care about my family that might be up there.

I'm snapped out my thoughts, almost running into him. "Bellamy." I breathe out, already putting on a mask that hides emotions as I stumble away from him to regain my thoughts.

"They're going to kill three hundred people. That radio would've stopped it from happening. You can sure as hell bet it'll be our friends, not the Council." I seethe, gritting my teeth.

My fists bawl by my side, and Bellamy knows better this time, taking a step back. That's when I have to hide the wince that follows as the sunlight warms his face; my gaze landing on his split cheek with blue and purple marks- the slightest amount of red showing. Apparently I can pack a mean punch if I have the motivation.

Bellamy's gaze flickers, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. Then it disappears, a muscle feathering in his jaw. "Better them than me and O." He avoids making eye contact as his feet shuffle overtop the grass.

I inhale sharply, fighting the urge to completely lash out at him. That was wasting time. I take a step closer, my expression darkening.

"Bell, Jaha is not dead. You're a bad shot. This way, you could be pardoned and save three hundred people from murder. If we have as many of your guys possible looking for that radio, you can save them." My voice gets quieter, as if in a last attempt to calm him down and make him understand.