Oxygen➡️Bellarke

Chapter nine

Clarke stayed staring up at the window in the door, for what seemed like minutes. Until the door handle slowley turned, and in crept Bellamy in nothing but white boxer briefs.

"Clarke." He whispered, looking down at the fragile body laying down on the bed before him.

"Bellamy." She cried in relief.

He gripped tightly onto the knife in his hand, and ripped through Clarke's restraints with it. She lifted her hands up in front of her face, looking at the raw, bleeding flesh.

"Bellamy... I, I can't feel my legs." She cried.

He looked down at her legs, seeing a clipboard near the end of the bed. He grabbed it, licking his fingers as he flicked through the pages of paperwork.

"It's a sedative, it'll ware off in a few hours. Your legs are fine, princess." He said throwing the clip board down, and carefully working his hands under her back to pick her up.

He looked down at her fragile, pale face, her rosy pink cheeks stained with tears. He hesitently placed his hand on her forhead, pushing back the blonde curls shadowing her face.

"We need to go." He said walking out of the room.

"Hold this." He passed her the knife.

She tightly pressed it to her chest, as though to hide it and not drop it.

He ran through the corridors, peaking around the walls to make sure the coast was clear.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a voice, "Anya said that she'd deliver Clarke to the queen of Azgeda tomorrow. She is too weak to travel today." Cage's voice said.

Bellamy forrowed his eyebrows. He had never heard of Azgeda before, he had known of Trikru and The glowing forest. But who was Azgeda and why did they want Clarke?

He ran down the corridors for a few more minutes until he came across a guard.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" He yelled, running over to a lever and pulling it, making an alarm go off.

Clarke passed Bellamy the knife, and in one swift motion he sliced the knife through his neck. The man falling to the ground in a pool of blood.

He took off in a run towards a bright light, a dozen guards chasing after him.

"There's no way out now, back down!" They yelled as Bellamy came upon an exit.

As he looked down he saw that he was at the top of a dam like waterfall.

More than 100ft above the ground.

He shuffled backwards.

"Drop the girl and come back with us. You can't win." One of them yelled, over six men with guns pointed at the two.

Bellamy looked behind him, and then began walking towards the man.

"Good."

Suddenly Bellamy turned and ran, throwing himself off the ledge of the dam, with Clarke in his hands.

Clarke's screams filling the air.

"Bellamy, I'm going to kill you! That's if this doesn't kill us first!" She screamed.

There bodies were soon submerged into the icey cold, rippling water. Thrown deep below the surface.

Bellamy's vision was over taken with a sea of darkness.

I'm sorry I kind of had writers block with this chapter, and this is a bit of a filler chapter.