2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 24 - Sucked Dry

~Clarke's POV~

I walk out of the elevator, the man in front of me, the gun still pressed tightly against his back and our footsteps now quiet.

We walk straight ahead and I spot a door up ahead, not steal locks or signs. I walk up to it and push it slowly open with my foot revealing brooms and buckets, a janitors closet. I look down both sides of the hall before shoving the man inside.

I take the gun away from his back and point it at his head as I place my pack onto the ground and take out one of the black boxes and look to the man.

"What are these?" I ask the gun still aimed at his head.

"Tasers, electric currents shock the muscles." He says looking down the barrel of my gun. I nod my head and place it back into my pack, the other one in my belt strapped tightly against my side.

I look back into my pack and pull out a piece of cloth I was planning on using for bandages but I have decided now that it will have a better use with this guy right here. I rip it down the centre creating two pieces and look to the man.

"Hands." I say placing one of the pieces in my hand and putting down my gun. He places them in front of him and I wrap the fabric tightly around his wrists. I then ask for his feet and do the same, tightly wrapping them together.

I then look to the man. I shake my head before hitting him over the head with the handle of my gun, knocking him out cold.

Soon I'm dressed in his clothes and have my gun and the tasers stored safely away in my belt protected under the white coat. I look back to the man left only in his underclothes and think about how I'm going to be getting through those locked doors.

I shift through the man's pant pockets now on my and pull out a key card. I sigh and hold in in my hand before placing it back into my pocket. I feel that my gun is now safely tucked at my side. I look to the unconscious man slumped up against the wall of the small closet and rummage back through my bag for another rag or cloth, thankfully I find one.

I wrap it around he man's mouth stopping him from talking and walk out of the closet, my things and the man now locked away inside. I stop just outside the door and look back to it. Someone will go in it wont they.

I sigh and walk back into the room and rummage back through my bag and find my sketch book. I hesitantly rip out a page and think about what I could write on the page to stop people from entering the storage room. I quickly jolt down a quick message and shove my things up on a shelf behind a can of paint. I then grab some tape sitting on one of the many shelves in the closet and walk out side and face the door once again.

I rip off some tape and stick the message to the door before throwing the tape back inside the closet.

The sign reading WET PAINT! As I walk down the hall to go find Bellamy.

~Bellamy's POV~

I have now lost track of time.

I can't remember when I entered this place, how long I have been here, how long I have been in this stupid bed with this stupid needle in my arm. All I have been paying attention to is the amount of blood these people are taking from me.

So far, they have three bags full, how much more do they need. Will they drain me form all my blood until I have none left, until I just have enough to keep me alive?

I struggle against the restraints again and try to shake the needle free. I feel it prick the inside of me which makes me squirm harder. Then suddenly I feel dizzy, really dizzy.

Is this what it feels like to have no blood left in you. To have all your insides drained away by a machine. Is this what the Grounders felt like in Mount Weather, to be hanging upside down until they have no blood left. I was only left like that for a few hours, maybe less.

This is different, they are doing it slowly this time, almost making me or trying to convince me that no more blood is being taken, but I'm seeing it drip into these bags. Once the bag is full the same nurse will come back and take the bag as I struggle and yell for her to do something to take the needle out.

I feel my eye lids growing heavier and my mouth becoming dry. I clench my fists and try to fight what seems like sleep but I know it's not. I keep my eyes open, not wanting them to shut, afraid they will never open again.

But just like sleep it over powers me, it takes my mind in its grasp and pulls me away from the world, back into space, into the clouds. Into darkness.

I'm woken by someone shaking my shoulder.

I open my eyes slowly and soon my vison adjusts and I see the same concreate roof I woke up to the first time. I sit up quickly, almost too fast and my head spins. I look to my right shoulder and over it and see the boy I had seen before, I'm back in the same cell.

"Good your awake." Says the kid. I look to him and see a small bandage around his wrist.

"What happened?" I ask a little confused as to why I am back in this cell and not dead.

"By the look of how pale you are and the fact that you were brought in here unconscious, you were sucked almost dry." He says rubbing his wrist.

Then I remember, the fact that they had taken my blood, almost four bags of it.

"When will they be back?" I ask.

"Tomorrow, and then the day after that and the day after that, they don't stop."

Sorry this was so short, will try to get a better chapter out tomorrow. Thanks guys and don't forget to leave a review, they help heaps and tell me if I should keep going.

-RFRC