Sanity - Sequel to Captured Heart // Bellamy Blake //SEASONS 2 &3//

four

After Bellamy, Octavia, and I split from Scott and the other guard, we started looking around. For anything, but nothing came up.

It was just a room of blackness, void that seemed empty. Although, I got the the feeling we weren't alone.

There were two screams from the other side of the garage — painful screams, not scared or excited. We all bolted over to Scott to see what happened, hearing a cheerful music in the background.

All the light we had was a flashlight, which made it more eerie. We walked a little further, looking for the guards.

"Scott? You there?" Bellamy asked, almost whispered.

Scott's ground was laid on the concrete ground, next to a small puddle of crimson liquid. The sound of smacking and rustling filled the room, Bellamy automatically pulling up his gun.

"Bell, what's that?" Octavia asked, Bellamy already looking.

He shown the light on the end of his gun, to see two reapers eating our guards. They were dressed in uniform, animal skins and skulls, maybe human. Their faces covered with blood, white paint surrounding their faces.

They looked like animals, dangerous and predatory animals.

"Reapers!" I said, almost voiceless.

Bellamy started shooting the large and towering figures that made their way for us. They fell after about five shots each, dead on the ground, their victim far behind them, bleeding out and lifeless.

Bellamy handed Octavia a gun, her pointing it in front of her, dating to shoot anything that stops in front of her.

Bellamy shown the light farther, another reaper eating the other guard. The one that handed Bellamy the gun.

What surprised us wasn't that a reaper was eating him like a cannibal, but who the reaper was. Octavia's face turned white, almost sick. She and I were both surprised at who killed the guard.

Someone we both hadn't seen in a very long time. A person we both thought would never hurt another soul incase he had to, especially this way.

Bellamy cocked the gun, ready to fire it at the large monstrosity.

"Don't!" I said, gripping my swords harder at the sight.

The man turned around, seeing the blinding light that exposed him. His mouth was covered in victims' blood, his face painted white with ear paint, his hands drenched in Scott.

"It's Lincoln." Octavia said, followed by a relived sigh.

Lincoln stood up, walking slowly towards the three of us. He had no love in his eyes — no humanity left in them.

"Lincoln? Lincoln, it's me. It's Octavia!" She said, realizing that he didn't care, not because he wasn't him, but because it was the reaper inside of him.

He ran to her and shoved her on a car, Bellamy trying his best not to shoot his sister's lover. Octavia's gun fell out of her hand and onto the floor.

Lincoln decided to go for Bellamy, for him to be the next victim. I grabbed the gun, and pulled the trigger, the bullet landing in his leg.