2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 20 - Plain and Cold

~Clarke's POV~

I take my last sip from my canteen and continue trenching through the sand, my pack becoming heavier and heavier the more I walk. The sun raining down on my back and sweat running down my forehead.

I look up ahead and see nothing but sand. I place my hand against my forehead to shield the sun and keep walking. I take a few more steps and stumble over a few rocks. I grunt and stand back up and sigh, according to the map only a few more hours, the plan replaying over and over in my head.

Find the man in the chair, enter the man in the chair, don't get caught, don't get seen. Find Bellamy, get out, with Bellamy.

~Bellamy's POV~

My head aches and I try to open my eyes but find them stiff and sore. I move my hands up to my eyes and rub them before trying to open them again, this time succeeding.

I grunt and move over, my body limp on the ground, the cold hard ground. I move my hand to my head to try and stop the dizziness and sit up, my hands still on the sides of my head. I blink a few times before my vision finally adjusts and I can see clearly.

I look to the steal bars and the concreate floor around me, nothing more, nothing less.

I get to my feet and walk up to the bars. I run my hands down the metal and grasp a hold of them and shake, nothing not even a flinch. I keep shaking and look down the hall in front of me and towards more cells. I try to stick me head through the bars to see who is next to me on either side but have no such luck.

I punch the wall next to me and yell before returning to the bars.

"Hey let me out!" I yell down the hall, concreate concealing the hall and cells.

I kick the cell with my boot and run my hand through my hair. How the hell did I get here? Where the hell even am I? I punch the wall yet again and slam my hands against the bars.

"Mind keeping it down?" I spin around at the noise and come face to face with a boy, who looks about the age of 15 or so.

"Who are you?" I ask reaching for my side but soon realizing there is no weapon.

"The real question is who are you." Says the boy standing up. I can already tell from this sentence that this kid is a bit of a Murphy character. I watch as he puts his hands in his grey pants and looks at me with his very plain blue t-shirt covering the upper part of his body.

"How do I get out of here?" I ask looking back towards the bars.

"You can't." Says the kid walking up to the bars and leaning on them with his shoulder. "No matter how much you yell, how much you scream. They will not come to get you unless they want you." He says shaking his head and walking back towards his place on the wall.

"Who is they?" I ask slightly confused.

"The people who run this hell hole." He says sitting down and lumping up against the wall. I look at him and raise my eye brow.

"This whole place is called The 13th, it is run by the Seniors." He says fiddling with his thumbs.

"The 13th Bunker." I say under my breath. I look up and see the boy smiling.

"Bingo!" He yells slightly placing his arms in the air then pointing at me.

I sigh and look back to the bars. I look down the hall again and see a very large steal door at the end of the hall. I watch it for a few seconds before I watch the handle move and several people walk into the hall.

I look to the man in the middle, his red hair a curly mess and the people around him armed with small boxes, not guns. I watch as we walks past several cells and I watch as hands pull through the bars, then I see a gloved one with dirty fingers, a grounder.

I step away from the bars as the red head walks up to my cell. I watch as he first guard walks up and places a steal key in the door before it pushing open the cell door. I watch the man with the fiery red hair steps forward into the cell.

I look behind me and see the kid still sitting against the wall.

"Mr Note." He says nodding to the boy as a meeting.

"Troll." Says the kid back his eyes moving up and looking straight into the mans, his eyes once brown, now almost black as if hatred was replaced by his cocky attitude from before.

"Men, take this man down to floor Zero to have the same tests as the others." Says the strange man. I lock eyes with him and send the guards a glare. I watch as one reaches out to grab my arm and I snatch it back with force.

"Who are you." I ask rather nicely for the situation I am now in.

I watch the man look to his guards next to him before looking back to me. "Take him." He says bluntly not giving me the answers I want. I watch the guards lunge forwards and go to take my hands. I fight back and fresh around as they take hold of my shirt and jacket, my arms and shoulders until I feel a sharp pain in my back.

I shut my mouth and bite my lip and try to keep on my feet as another shock of pain screams through my body. I keep in my yell and feel my knees buckle as I hit the floor.

I feel the guards grab my arms and pull me to my feet before hauling me out of the cell. The kid I had just met slamming his fists into the guards holding him back and pushing him back into the cell.

I look through the cells as they drag me down the hall, my legs numb not able to hold my weight. I look to the cell I had seen the Grounder hand appear from and see a familiar face, one of the Grounders I was assigned with.

"Bellamy!" I hear them shout, there mask removed revealing the freckled face of a middle-aged man. I struggle against the guards and pull one of my arms free and grab hold of the bar of the cell containing the Grounder.

I go to pull my other arm free when I feel another stabbing pain in my back. I can't help this scream and I hear it echo throughout the hall as they drag me towards the steal door.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... I love writing this kind of stuff. Don't worry guys new chapter out tomorrow :) As always leave a review if you want more, thanks.

-RFRC