❝I hate you, Bell. I hate you so fucking much.❞
For a long moment, Bellamy didn't say anything. Let alone do anything. He just stared. Until-
He smiled. Smiled. Fucking smiled. ❝How- what? How are you smiling?❞
❝Because,❞ Bellamy said. ❝Thi...
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L O S T B O Y BELLAMY & CORBIN THE 100 (+ 1) THAT DIDN'T BELONG
It was a mistake, it had to be a mistake. He was only seventeen. He was a teenager, a child. It's a mistake, there is no other explanation. At least, that's what Corbin No Name told himself as he struggled against the restraints. Corbins chest felt heavy and, for a moment, Corbin forgot what breathing was.
Anxiety engulfed him.
"You okay there, champ," the disembodied voice of a boy asks and, from the corner of Corbin's blurred gaze, he could see the outline of the boy—hand outstretched as he slowly reached toward Corbin. "You look like you're about to hurl," the other seated the boys left added, peering forward to better study Corbin's shrunken in figure.
Corbin stiffened. "They are going to float us," he said, his words near-brittle. "I think me wanting to hurl is a perfectly reasonable way to react."
"They aren't going to float us," the first boy—Jasper, Jax? He couldn't recall—said. "If you weren't napping, you'd know that."
"One of the guards knocked me out."
One of the guards. Corbin wanted to laugh a humorous laugh because it wasn't just "one guard". It wasn't a stranger, a cowardly face shield within a mask, it was Bellamy. Bellamy Blake; and, Bellamy Blake, was anything but a stranger. Though, Corbin would give anything and everything to forget just who Bellamy Blake was—
A muscle in Corbins jaw twitched.
"They're sending us to Earth," the boy of curled, cat-like-eyes and raven hair informed, a smile tugged on thin lips.
"Earth?" Corbin echoes disbelievingly. "They're exiling us? What? Were they too lazy to just kill us themsel—"
The ground beneath them had begun to vibrate, and the walls began to sway. It was moving. They were moving.
"Holy shit!" laughed one, his voice too distant to be seen. "It's happening!" The other hundred had begun to cheer; hands raised, their heads thrown back with laughter with pure, utter joy—but their joy didn't last. In a moments blink, they were falling. A nauseating, heart clenching, fall. A fall Corbin knows he will never forget. That is, if they lived. Corbin would never forget the fear, he will never forget their screaming. In that moment, they weren't prison delinquents, the weren't juveniles, but scared kids in a machine that was falling apart. Metal, so much like rain Corbin had imagined, tore from the machine, striking the ground with a loud, ear-piercing clatter. "Shit!" Corbin exclaimed in horror, his head falling to his lap with arms hovering above in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the chaos. Suddenly, a blackened figure leapt forward, and grasped Corbin. The unseen stranger pulled Corbin hard against his chest, hands locked in greasy, unbridled, sun kissed hair. A weight was added to his back. Corbin blinked a few times, lost in the action, until, he realized—
