Immortality Is Hard To Achieve Alone.. (Bellarke/The 100)

Chapter 2

Bellamy:

I raced into camp after not recieving any reply from shouting her name repeatedly in the woods. I ran to the campfire and found Jasper and Monty having a fake sword fight with sticks.

"You up for (potentially) a real fight?" I'm not really asking, but I raise my eyebrows anyway to give the impression they have a choice. I have no idea where Clarke is, and I know that to find her I need a few more people. I also know who.

Unfortunately.

"Finn!" I don't have time to run around camp and look for him crying to his girlfriend, "Get out here!" He didn't appear. "We need you!" This is ridiculous, he's being childish now, this is serious and he is refusing to come and speak to me, for the simple reason that it's me. Fair enough, he didn't know the problem, but for me to be calling for him, there has to be something wrong. Okay, new tactic. "Clarke is missing, she's in danger."

The door to the drop ship opened and Finn charged out, "What? Where is she? Is she okay?"

"If I knew the answers to your questions, she wouldn't be missing would she dumbass. Now grab a weapon and get Raven. Jasper, Monty and myself will be waiting at the gate."

Clarke:

"Where are you taking me?" I asked for what felt like the tenth time, I am blindfolded and therefore have no idea who has me, where I am, or where I'm going. I was beginning to feel tired now, but so far I'm pretty sure I haven't showed too many signs of weakness. I cried out for help once or twice, but that's natural. Since then all I have done is ask questions and occassionally fight back. I'm not quite sure how long we've been walking, but it's got to be at least half an hour now. My legs are beginning to ache, I haven't gotten much rest in the last few days and my hunger is ever growing. It would put me out of my misery if they killed me at their camp to be honest. At least then I would no longer feel the pain, the pain of having nothing, the pain of survival and what you both gain and lose from it.

No. This isn't me. Survive Clarke. Make it back to camp and warn the others. Warn them about this new enemy. But whatever you do, don't lead these new Grounders there. Or the 100 here.

Bellamy:

"Why am I here?"

"Because we need to find Clarke."

"Well won't she be happy to see my face."

"Don't be so sarcastic Raven." I'm beginning to get fed up of Raven and Finn bickering now, and so is Jasper and Monty, they roll their eyes at almost every remark Finn and Raven make at each other.

"Guys, have your domestics back home. Right now our focus is to find Clarke, please don't get distracted. If they want to kill her, they aren't going to wait for us to save her are they." I said, trying my hardest not to snap so I wouldn't cause another argument between myself and Finn. Raven nodded at me and Finn went to say something in response but Monty beat him to it.

"Hey guys look, there's footprints." Monty was pointing to the left of the trees, I ran over and sure enough there were fresh footprints leading the way Monty had said. After about 15 minutes of more walking and grumbles from my favourite couple, we reached a torch lit camp hidden in the trees.

Clarke:

My body felt numb, I had been tied halfway up this pole for a while now with no idea what these new grounders have planned for me. Occasionally one of them walks over to me and taunts me, prodding and poking me, showing me food I can't eat and generally making fun of me.

"Let me down. Your wasting your time, nobody will come for me."

One of the leaders of the grounders stood up from where he was sat around the campfire, with many female grounders lay at his side and marched towards me. "Of course they will come for their treasured Princess." His voice lingered on the word princess, I flinched, it wasn't right hearing Bellamy's nickname for me come out of this foul man.

"They are strong people, they don't need me."

"I have seen your work, we have watched you, admiring from a far."

"Stalking." I mocked, I couldn't let him see my fear.

"Trust me, they'll come."

Bellamy:

Trust me, they'll come." A towering man stood in front of Clarke, her body tied to a pole with dried out sticks and leaves circling the bottom. Of course I would come for her, we need her at camp. She is the reason most of us have survived. How could I not rescue her?

Turning to Jasper, Monty, Finn and Raven we came up with a plan. Raven was to stay where she was, her and Jasper would hide in the outskirts in case we needed back up. Finn and Monty would create a distraction, and I would rescue Clarke.

"Oh, of course you get to play hero." Finn sneered as I finalised our ideas.

Ignoring his comment, I checked everyone knew the plan and we split up.

Finn:

Running to the opposite side of the camp to where Clarke is being held I can't help but think about everything that has happened in the last few days. Why is Bellamy suddenly Clarkes hero? That used to be me? What happened to us? Raven. Why did she have to turn up now? Couldn't she have come earlier, before anything had happened, before I managed to mess everything up?

"Finn. Come on man, this way." Monty cried. It was time. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my dagger, I aimed at the closest branch and threw it. The branch fell from where it hung, landing with a loud OOMPH. "Jesus, that was close Finn."

Soon enough, muffled shouts could be heard from the camp. For extra measure I threw my homemade dagger at the closest hut I could see, feeling slightly bad when I heard girls screaming out of shock. "Let's go."

We ran away from the camp, jumping on anything that looked like it would make a huge amount of noise.

Clarke:

Shouts and screams were coming from the opposite side of the camp, I had no idea what was going on, but I hoped whatever beast it was, it would spare me.

Bellamy:

The camp was clearing, I looked at Jasper and Raven and saw they were ready incase anything broke out. I creeped out of the trees and began to run towards to Clarke, her eyes locked onto mine. She looked both relieved and disappointed. Trust her to not want to be saved. She looked exhausted, drained and close to passing out. We had to act quickly. I took my dagger in hand, ready to cut the ropes. A grounder saw me approaching and threw the torch in his hand at the dried leaves below Clarkes feet.

They instantly lit. Flames began to grow. Dancing at her feet, allowing me only seconds to save her. If only I knew how?