2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 22 - Wanheda

~Clarke's POV~

I move my eyes from each body, examining the next just like I have the last.

All in the same red suits, all wearing the same black tinted helmets that don't look 100 years old. How long have these people been down here? How have we not noticed them sooner, how did Lincoln's village not know that they were here?

I look to the last body and find it identical to the last, same gloved hands, same black boots. All six of them the exact same. I look to the floor next, the small boxes and gas canisters littering the floor.

I don't bother with the gas canisters knowing what they can do and how they can confuse and destroy all by the pull of a small metal pin. I walk over to one of the small boxes and place it in my hand, small metal pins at the end and a small button on the side of the box.

I stand back up from my bobbing position on the ground and push the button. The box shakes violently in my hand and I jump slightly watching the blue light move from each small pin to the next, and electric current.

I place it in my belt and pick up another and put it in my pack. If they look dangerous, then they most likely are dangerous. I look around the room once again and find myself lost as how these people were supposed to get back into the room behind this door without a card or fingerprint of some type.

That's when I see it.

In the corner of the room slid under a red suits's hand is a small key car, the black and blue writing plastered across the plastic card. I jump over a body and move the hand out of the way and take the card.

I place it in my hand and walk over to the panel beside the door and move it over the glowing screen. It waits for a few seconds before the blank blue of the green turns to a bright blue reflecting off the concrete of the room.

I hear a very small click and watch as the door moves very slightly I push it with my arm revealing a long hall, the walls painted a sickly white that reflects the white around the hall, bouncing off the walls and shinning into your eyes. Just like the hospital rooms at Mount Weather.

I look back to the bodies in the room and then look back to the door, a crack of sunlight filling the room with a warm orange. I walk over to the thick steal door and pull on it, closing and blocking out the sunlight. I then walk back over to the other door, separating the white walls from the concreate ones. Stepping over bodies and gloved hands.

Here goes nothing.

I step into the white hall and close the door behind me, the key card and gun in my hands as I walk down the hall, the white making my eyes hurt, so artificial nothing natural.

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.

The pan playing over and over once again in my head. I have found the man in the chair, check, I have now entered the man in the chair, check. Now that I have completed those next is don't get caught, easy right?

I slide down the halls, my gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger and the key card ready for any unwelcomed doors that I might just run into. The halls look all the same, same white paint same sickly smell.

I don't notice I have been moving in circles until I find my sandy foot prints in front of me as I think I'm walking down a hall I haven't seen. I sigh and place down my gun and stop and think.

Go down the halls that don't have foot prints, they are probably hunting you right now so hurry. I look down the hall and see my foot prints turn leaving a clean hall I haven't walked down yet. I jog down the hall and meet two other halls.

One way, a door with a very large lock on it, not a panel next to it but I steal lock. The next another hall leading to 2 other halls. I guess that leaves me with one option, the one that might get me killed.

Well All my options might get me killed.

~Bellamy's POV~

I look at the metal elevator doors as we ascend to what I assume is Floor Zero. Red head next to me not moving and the guards grip only seeming to get tighter.

"What do you want?" I ask not caring if the guards shock me. I look up to the man next to me and I watch as he keeps his eyes locked on the wall in front of us.

"How many of there are you?" Asks the man next to me, his hair a fiery mess.

I think about the question.

"You will find out soon enough." I say. I watch his eyes move to mine and see the curiosity in them, or is it fear.

"You have no idea what you're up against. Kill any of us and the wrath coming after it will feel like the sky falling down on you." I say hoping the curiosity I thought I saw before is now crushed by fear.

"Is that true?" Asks red head with a smile that makes me wants me to punch it off his face.

"Yes, Wanheda will destroy you." I say thinking of Clarke, the way she has handled things. What she would do if these people did hurt me.

I never really liked the Grounder nick name, I thought it wasn't like her, I prefer Princess. I like it in many ways because she has defined the true definition of what a Princess should really be. Brave, fearless, sorry, hopeful and most importantly passionate. All the things Clarke is with a few hundred extra that would take me days to name.

Each one making her Clarke, whether she be Clarke, Princess or Wanheda.

"Wanheda?" Asks the man beside me, his confused expression saying it all.

"Wanheda, the commander of death." I say not meeting his eyes but staring at the wall in front of me.

Sorry if this chapter is short, the next chapter will be better, I also hope this clears up a few things that needed answering. As always I love to hear what you guys think so leave a review if you want more, thanks.

-RFRC