hesykhia • bellamy blake

xix. inclement weather

Mᴀʀᴄᴜs Kᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋs through the halls to get to the room where the Guard were containing Bellamy.  Kane orders someone to open the door, and hands them his gun.  The doors close behind him as he steps into the room where Bellamy's pacing a hole in the floor.

"How long are you gonna keep me locked up in here?" Bellamy asks, his voice just barely containing its rage.  Marcus sizes him up before answering.

"Till I'm confident you're no longer a threat to others."  Kane grabs a chair and moves it to the center of the room.  "Let's continue.  You said there were hundreds of Grounders attacking.  Two, three hundred?"

Bellamy replies as the older man unzips his jacket, "I didn't count."

"Why do you think they attacked?  What provoked them?"

"We were here.  That was enough."  Kane studies Bellamy's face—all cut up with dried blood in each cut's crevice and dirt and soot covering his entire face—as the boy speaks.  "We're wasting time.  The others didn't just vanish into thin air.  They were taken, and we need to go after them."

"A search team is prepping to leave," Kane says.  "But not before we've gotten the intel we need from you."

Bellamy steps forward determinedly and sits down in the chair in front of Kane, "I need to be on that team.  Please."

"It's out of the question.  You're not trained.  It's too dangerous."

"Those are my people out there.  Skye's out there—"

Kane leans forward, "They're my people, too.  You wanna help them?  Tell me what we're up against.  Grounder tactics.  Their numbers.  What kind of weapons they used."

"Arrows and spears.  Axes.  Swords.  Their teeth."

"No guns?"  Bellamy shakes his head.  "You had guns."

"The guns we found at the aid depot leveled the playing field.  Maybe—Maybe if we had more bullets, we could've—"

"There were more bullets," Kane interrupted.  "Search team just returned from the bunker.  They found two more barrels full of rifles and a third filled with bullets."

Bellamy's mind races over the new found information, "We should've looked harder."

There's a buzzing at the door that signals it being opened up and there's a Guard commanding someone to, "Keep it moving."

The two of them turn to look at who's being brought in, and their eyes lock on Murphy's frame causing Bellamy to stand abruptly from his chair.

"What's he doing here?" Murphy and Bellamy ask at the same time.

The woman Guard says, "Excuse me, sir.  Dr. Griffin cleared Mr. Murphy out of medical."

Kane gets up as well and shares a glance with Bellamy.  Bellamy isn't too happy about the look in his eye.  The man turns away from him and points to one side of the room.