on the run - a bellarke story

chapter one.

"The history of our world is cruel. Beautiful. Horrific. Extraordinary." said my history teacher, Mr Kane.
"We need to understand th-" his voice was cut off by men with swords, bows and knives storming into the school block.

At that moment, I realised that they had found me. The cover had been great for a few years, but I knew that they would come after me. The people who got my family killed. The people who wanted me to suffer. Wanted me to suffer some things worse than death.
My history teacher, Mr Kane, had warned us to all hide under the desks and lock every door and window. I disobeyed and went to a panel in the carpet to take out my weapons. I had hidden weapons in all my classrooms at this school just in case something like this would happen. I took out two swords and four daggers which I placed in my weapons belt I had hidden under my blouse.

"We are here for Clarke Griffin. Surrender or all these innocents die.". I panicked. Every student at this school would die because of me. Even all the jerks like Matt and Jake. I wouldn't let that happen. I ran out of the classroom, weapons ready and killed each and every man that was waiting for me. Twelve men in total.

All the students at Miller High ran out of their classrooms to see what was going on. I stormed out of the building and towards the woods.

In the woods, I had a hidden home in a mountain. Stocked for life, I had food and water. It had everything including luxurious unnecessary things such as television and swimming pools. I ran to the forest and I heard a man scream.

"Get away from me! What do you want with me??" asked the man being chased. I remembered what someone said to me the other day.
"You need to think about others, Clarke. Help others. All you think about is your wellbeing.". It was true. I have been on the run for 5 years from these men. I'm eighteen now. It's pathetic. Whoever told me that was right. If it was any other day, I would have left that man for dead. Today, I felt different. So when the man wasn't looking, I covered his mouth with my hand and took him with me to a quiet place. He tried to shove me but I was strong enough to be unbothered by this. When he was safe, I let go. The man looked around twenty years old and had dark hair and eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Are you with them?". He looked frightened.

"No." I said. He looked relieved.

"Then who the hell are you?" he asked.

"I'm Clarke. Clarke Griffin. I'm on the run from people too. I can help you. Who are you?" I replied.

"I'm Bellamy. Bellamy Blake. And how do I know you're not going to kill me?" said Bellamy.

"Because if I was going to kill you, I would have done it already.". He looked surprised.

"How can you help me?" he asked.

"Follow me and i'll show you." I said.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I guess these men will find you and kill you".

Bellamy and I creep throughout the woods, making sure we didn't run into the people that were chasing us.
We had finally reached my mansion in the mountain. Bellamy looked surprised.

"Wow, what is this place?" he asks.

"This is my safehouse" I reply. He was shocked.

"What am I doing here?" says Bellamy. To be honest, I didn't really know the answer to that question myself. All I know is that I brought in a really attractive and possibly dangerous man into my safehouse. He could be undercover for all I know.

After what seemed like hours of debating with myself, I decided that if Bellamy was sent undercover, he would have taken me in immediately.

"You can stay here for as long as you need." I say. Why did I say that? What was I thinking? He could put me at more risk than I was in. But I then remembered why I had done this.

"The guest room is upstairs and down the hall to your left. Feel free to search the house" I say.

"Seriously?" he replied flabbergasted.

"Yeah."

"Thank you so much. But what if i'm a murderer waiting to strike?" he says, in a slightly sarcastic tone. I laugh. This had been the first time I had laughed in years. I guess it comes with the fact that I had been in my own prison for years.

"I would kill you first" I say, snarkily.

"We'll see about that" replied Bellamy in a humorous tone.

After that, I went upstairs to my room to shower. I decided to go downstairs and watch television, and to my surprise I saw Bellamy Blake scrolling through tv show options.

"Oh hey. You can watch whatever you want, I just didn't feel like sleeping." said Bellamy. I went towards the couch and sat next to him.

"You pick." I say.

"Sure, how about uhh pretty little liars?" he says. I laughed.

"You want to watch that seriously?" I was surprised. I had never met a guy so keen to watch pretty little liars.

"I don't know. I was just trying to pick something that looked girly for you." he says, slightly embarrassed.

"How considerate. Put it on" I say. And he did.

We had spent almost the entire night binging the television show, but we eventually fell asleep around the start of season two. I woke up to my surprise, smelling a sweet scent. Bellamy was gone from the couch when I woke up, and I finally realised that he was making breakfast. I walked over towards the oversized kitchen and said

"Wow. It smells really good." I had always been a food fanatic.

"Thanks. Not my best batch but it will do. I've been cooking for years ever since my m—" Bellamy stopped. His expression went dark. I felt that he was about to tell me something he didn't want me to know yet. I was curious, but I decided not to pry and change the subject.

"Stop lying. I'm practically a hopeless chef. I almost burnt down my school kitchen in eighth grade." I say, turning our exchange into a lighthearted conversation. Bellamy laughed. I was happy that Bellamy wasn't a total asshole. 

"How could you almost burn down a school kitchen?" he asked, unable to hide his smile.

"Water overflowed in the pot and the flames rose really high. They almost evacuated the entire school.". 

We ended up bonding over some delicious blueberry pancakes cooked by Bellamy, and I had to say, I was impressed. He was a great chef.

After joking around for a while, I decided to train. I went to the gym room and began swinging at the punching bag. I had to be in shape for whenever the men would try and take me back to where they held me. I had to protect myself. I could never go back there. It was hell. 
I shook the thoughts of my time there out of my mind, and went back to training. At the door I heard a knock. It was Bellamy.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks politely.

"Sure" I say. Bellamy's strength from what I remembered was pathetic. But when he was training, he threw some pretty sweet punches.

That made me worry. If he had lied about his strength, what else could be be lying about?

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A/N: Hi everyone, i'm isabella!
I have always had this plot in my mind for a bellarke au! I hope that you will all enjoy this story as much as I do!

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