"He should die for what he did!"
"Kill him!"
"Bellamy should be dead"
The screams of the 100 were filling Bellamy with pain and hurt. Everything he had ever done on the ground was to protect these people and now they wanted him out of their lives for good. He had tried ignoring them for hours, but he couldn't take it any longer.
"Kill me then! Please, I deserve it", he shouted hopelessly. Giving up any hope of a happy ending and praying for death to come sooner. Slowly everyone started coming at Bellamy; some threw punches, some shouted, but eventually it felt as though every hand was attacking him. He had never felt pain like this before, but at least it would all be over soon.
"Wait!", he heard shouted loudly over all the other voices. "Stop! Stop! You're killing him! I said stop!", the voice repeated. Everyone slowly backed away, revealing Bellamy's bloodied and beaten face. As the people moved back a pathway was made, showing that Clarke was behind the voice that saved him. She ran over to Bellamy as quickly as possible and knelt beside him. She gently touched his face and he groaned in agony. "What is this? What's happening?", Clarke asked, concerned. Bellamy shook his head slightly. He didn't know exactly where he went wrong, and he didn't think he'd ever find out.
Clarke stood up in front of Bellamy,guarding him from the 100. She was angry, and she was ready to protect her friend.
"Does anyone wanna explain to me what the fuck is going on ?", she shouted into the group. They stood as still as statues while she talked. Hanging on to every word she said.
"What are you guys doing ? You can't just kill Bellamy! The only reason that we're all alive is because of him. We would all be dead. Is that what you want?", Bellamy managed to stand up at this stage, he slowly shuffled over to Clarkes side. She noticed him and slipped her hand into his. Bellamy squeezed her small hands tightly, trying to ignore the butterflies that flew in his stomach the second she touched him.
"Bellamy is our friend, nothing he could ever do will change that. And if you have a problem with Bellamy, you have a problem with me", Clarke finished, turning to face Bellamy. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Bellamy cleared his throat and began to speak but Clarke stopped him immediately.
"Don't mention it", she smiled again and left, she was never good at speeches, they made her nervous every single time, and this one had a particular effect on her. She just saved the boy that she loved.
As he watched her walk away his heart began to pound, fast with longing and admiration and what he thought was love. He couldn't let her just walk away. Bellamy slowly started running towards Clarke, ignoring the searing pains all throughout his body. Just as he reached her she turned around and he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was fast and passionate, filled with thanks and appreciation. It felt as though it lasted a lifetime and neither of them had been more happy than at this very moment.
"What was that for?", Clarke murmured as they broke the kiss off, she stood smiling nervously.
"Thankyou", Bellamy said, before kissing her again, and again, and again. Forgetting the fact that he was almost just killed, pretending that they were the only two people in the entire camp.
