His to Protect // Bellamy Blake

Chapter 4: You Don't Control Me

My lungs were burning. Each step set them ablaze more. I was half carrying Octavia because of her injured leg, making me even slower than usual. The others were running beside us, trying to get back to camp as quick as possible. It wasn't safe. A scream in the distance made us all stop in our tracks.

Jasper.

"He's alive!" I said as loud as I dared.

Clarke ran in the direction of the scream, leaving us no choice but to follow.

All our progress was lost as we made it back to the river. The tree to which Jasper was speared left no trace of him. Whoever had done this had taken him.

The others soon began to reach the same conclusion. Octavia had tears streaming down her face, obviously in distress. We agreed that our first step would be to return to camp and tell the others we weren't the only people on earth.

They had to be warned.

We then began the trek back to camp, even though our bodies were protesting and we were freaked out. Once we reached our destination, I didn't expect to see Wells with a knife to Murphy's throat. Not to say he didn't deserve it, but it wasn't right. The rest of the 100 had gathered to watch.

"Wells!" Clarke yelled, gaining the attention of the entire camp.

The second he released Murphy, he fell to the ground. But Murphy turned and charged at Wells immediately, only to be held back by Bellamy. I finally caught up with them, Octavia slung around my shoulder. While she was alright, her leg had been irritated by the fearful running we had just done. She winced, as I helped her sit down on a rock.

This did not go unnoticed by Bellamy, whose face got agitated when he saw us approach. This bear wasn't to be trifled with.

"You alright?" He asked her.

She nodded.

"Where's the food?" He asked, turning to the rest of us. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I stared at my feet.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," Finn replied for us.

"Then what the hell happened out there?" Bellamy demanded.

"We were attacked," I breathed.

"Attacked?" asked Wells. "By what?"

"Not what, who." Finn replied. The rest of the camp exchanged confused looks. "When the last man from earth died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"It's true, everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong." Clarke said, taking to everyone this time. "There are people here. Survivors."

By this time, she had everyone's full attention.

"The good news is that we can survive. Radiation won't kill us" She continued.

"Bad news is, the grounders will," Finn said.

Wells looked around, realizing something was missing.

"Where's the kid with the goggles?" He questioned.

"Jasper was hit," she replied looking down. "They took him."

She looked down at Wells arm, suddenly.

"Where's your wristband?"

"Ask him," Wells nodded to Bellamy.

All eyes now turned to Bellamy, including mine.

"How many?" Clarke asked, disgusted.

"24 and counting," Murphy replied before Bellamy could.

I quickly held my wrist up to my chest, knowing I wouldn't take it off. Not for my sake, but the sake of those who still had family up there. If only they knew why we had been sent to the ground.