The 100: The Princess and The Rebel Leader (Discontinued)

Chapter Five

The Princess               

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as I stumbled out of the bunker to go find Bellamy. I haven’t had the slightest clue of what had just happened, one moment I was walking around the bunker after he left but then the next I saw my father alive yet I saw him die before I was put in confinement. Everything went black before I woke up a while later in the bunker, out of my hallucination, where it was only me and still no Bellamy. Where was he? Was he okay? I needed to find him, and fast before I have another hallucination if I have another at all. Either way I need to fine him.

Stumbling into the woods I searched endlessly for a man, in all reality, could have ditched me and left me for dead. And that’s when I pieced things together, the extra food rations, him teaching me how to fire a gun, and at some point had told me to keep Miller close. He was planning to leave; he kissed me and was leave. How could he? And was that why he said he needed air, so that he could leave me here alone. No, he would have more respect than that, would he not? I don’t know but I really wanted to fine him, to tell him that he does have to run away from it all. Chancellor Jaha could pardon Bellamy’s crimes just like he was going to pardon the rest of The Hundred for what they had done. In all reality we were sent to die but because of Bellamy and lack of radiation we’ve lived. And that’s when I stumbled across Bellamy and Dax.

Dax stood there with a gun aimed at Bellamy’s head.

The Rebel Leader

“Put the gun down, Dax.” I heard the voice of an angel speak, my angel, my princess. She was standing there facing us, a gun pointed at the teen that held a gun at me which earned his attention on her and not me for once. “Put it down.”

Dax just laughed at her before turning back to me and that’s when I saw Clarke pull the trigger yet it was a dud. He turned to fire the gun at her but she bolted behind a tree. That was when things kicked in, even though Clarke had a thing for Finn it was in the past, hopefully and this was Dax trying to fire a gun at my girlfriend. I lunged for him, knocking him to the ground before I got in the angered punches. I didn’t have time to think though, as he in return tacked me to the ground forcing the gun toward my throat. I managed to fend it off but I was weak from the hallucination and the gun came down on my throat, my eyes darting around for a weapon. The only caught a glimpse of copper before everything else happened.

Clarke lunged for Dax, her gun no use to her yet with one swift movement Dax brought up the gun to hit her with it. Clarke fell to the ground, pain covering her face. Red. That was all I saw as I reached out for the copper that had caught my eye. My hands closed around something smooth before I brought it up stabbing Dax in the throat with it. When he slumped over I saw that I had stabbed him with a dud bullet but my mind no longer cared about him, it cared for my Princess.

I stood staggering over toward the tree Clarke had leaned against. I almost fell when I reached her yet I placed a hand on the tree to steady me before placing one hand on Clarke’s knee before sitting down.

“Are you okay?”

“My mother, if she knew what I’d done. Who I am.” I stated in a rough worn out voice. “She raised me to be better, to be good.”

“Bellamy.” That voice sounded like heaven even in the depths of my hell.

“And all I do is hurt people.” I managed to look at her before looking away and stating the obvious. “I’m a monster.”

“Hey, you save my life today.” She whispered, her own voice sounding as worn as my own. “And you may be a total ass half the time, but I need you.” She needed me? “We all need you. Look I know you were planning on leaving some time during this trip but I need you. I need you.” She touched my face gently before moving my face to look down at her. “You need to face Jaha.”

“Like you face your mom?” Another low blow but I hadn’t meant it that was; it was a question I wanted to know.

“You’re right, I need to face her but you also need to face Jaha.” She whispered. “If you face him, I’ll face my mom.”

“Can we deal with this later?” I asked her in a rough voice.

“Whenever you’re ready.” She answered before bringing her lips to mine.

I grabbed her by her waist pulling her to me, pulling her to straddle me while we kissed. This was all that calmed me, was her touch. My hands rested on her hips while hers pressed into my stomach and that’s when I pulled away kissing her jaw down to her neck. My Princess through her head back in a soft moan, the sexiest moan might I had to that, before I moved back to seize her lips with my own.