Bellamy Blake Imagines

Desperate

"Y/N," The dull ache in your head causes your eyes to open and you attempt to look around as the empty room spins. You let out a grunt, feeling the pain in your wrists as you look over to them. You furrow your eyebrows at the thick leather straps holding you down onto a table. "Y/N." Bellamy whispers once again, you quickly turn your head over to him. His hands are cuffed by metal chains as he stands against the rock wall. Feeling your heart beating faster in your chest, you began to panic as you pulled on your restraints.

"How did we get here?!" You exclaim, looking to Bellamy as tears fill your eyes. The last thing you remember is walking in the woods with Bell hand in hand, "I-I can't remember how we-"

"Shh!" He whispers anxiously, "Y/N, they'll hear you." His eyes look like warning signs and you swallow the lump in your throat, letting the tears stream down your cheeks silently.

"Who's they?" You tremble, feeling absolute fear inside your chest, "Bellamy, I'm scared. Where are we?"

"We're in Mount Weather. The mountain men kidnapped us. I-I couldn't help you." Bell stammers, guilt plaguing his thoughts. All he could do was blame himself to the point of feeling ill.

"It's not your fault." You reply, keeping your eyes on him, "We're gonna get out of this, okay? We always do." You let out a shaky breath, not fully believing your words. The situation looks so bleak. Your head snaps in the other direction as you hear multiple footsteps. It felt like someone was gripping onto your throat as you waited for the mountain men to appear from behind the entrance. And then, the questions in your head were answered and they stepped into view. They were normal people. They didn't wear armour and furs like the grounders, they were like your people. You couldn't help the bad feeling that filtered through you as one of the men walked up to you, his hand stretching out to move a piece of hair from your face.

"Don't touch her." Bellamy thunders, his deep voice making you flinch.

The man looks between the two of you, the evil grin on his face sending a new wave of anxiousness onto you, "Ah, young love, is it?" Your eyes land on Bellamy but he just glares at the man as he clenches his jaw angrily.

"What the hell do you want?" Bell fumes, his eyes narrowed at the well-dressed man.

"You both have something I need." He acknowledges, walking around the table slowly, his hand tracing the edges of your arms and legs. You can't help but watch and shiver, knowing you're completely useless right now. Turning your head to look back at Bellamy, his brown eyes meet yours and you share a look of desperation. "My people want to return to the ground. Your bone marrow seems to be the only thing that can help us achieve that."

Your eyes widen and you feel hopelessness start to settle in. It seems like the end of the road for you. "No," Bellamy protested, "You can't."

"Says who?" The man laughs, "You? I don't know if you've noticed but you're chained up... and your girlfriend is too." As you hear the man speak, he sounds like he's telling a funny joke. He must not care at all. One of the men wearing a white coat and gloves pushes a metal tray next to your head and you look at the thick drill placed upon it. You feel as though you might pass out.

"No!" You bellow, pushing against your restraints once more as the man picks up the tool, "Stop!" You scream as you turn your head away from him, "Bellamy!"

"Y/N/N!" Bell screams back, using your nickname. You feel your tears falling down your face more than ever as you and Bellamy both try to break free, "I'm sorry!" He yells, his eyes tearing up. Watching you struggling was worse than any nightmare he's ever had to endure - he felt completely and utterly inadequate as the man grabbed your leg, trying to hold it still.

"Bellamy," you address him, turning to face him again, "I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you." You feel your eyes burning as you yell over the sound of the drill switching on. Bellamy looks down, his eyes squeezing shut and you feel your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. "Please, just say it back."

"No." He spoke shaking his head, "Don't say goodbye to me like that. You're not dying."

"I love you." You repeat, knowing that you are in fact about to die. No one's here to save you, you're doomed. Feeling the spinning metal touch the top of your thigh, you let out a cry as it rips through your skin.

"Stop! Please." Bellamy begs, his voice breaking as he shouts at the top of his lungs, "She doesn't deserve this. Take me instead, just don't hurt her!"

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the drill stop and you wish the pain would too, but it doesn't subside - you're submissive to the immense ache in your right leg. "Don't, B-Bellamy." You stutter, your voice coming out in a faint whisper, "You c-can't take my place. Please."

"Y/N/N," He muttered quietly, his eyes glued to the entrance as both the mountain men leave to investigate, "They're here. I think we're being rescued."

Everything's in a blurry, agonizing haze. You lift your head up slightly, seeing Octavia running towards her brother before he looks over to you and O's eyes go wide. She almost gags at the sight of your blood splashed everywhere in sight. "Bell..." You whimper, your eyes falling shut as your restraints are cut by Clarke, who ties a fabric around your thigh. You let out a choked scream, closing your eyes and arching your back as electricity shoots through your entire body. Suddenly, Bellamy is beside you, his hand clutching onto yours as his eyes wander over your face.

"I love you too." He admits, seeing how your face lights up at his words. He places his hand on your cheek, looking at you with admiration in his eyes. "You're safe and you're going to be okay. AndI love you." 

↱ by octavia-marie-blake ↲