ISABELLE, bellamy blake [CURRENTLY EDITING]

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isabelle
bellamy blake 𝘹 fem!oc
© WANDARYEN ──── 2024

Isabelle silently paced beside Octavia as the group shut the gate doors. Clarke stood beside Bellamy on the higher platform of the gate while he looked through the sight of his rifle. "Do you see them?" Isabelle asked worriedly as Clarke looked down at the girl with a shake of her head.

Bellamy and Clarke started discussing as Isabelle turned to Octavia, lacing their fingers together. "What would Lincoln do? Would there be a safe way out?"

Octavia furrowed her eyebrows as she went into deep thought, her gaze narrowing down at the ground as she squeezed Isabelle's hand with reassurance. Clarke turned away from Bellamy and nodded towards Finn. "Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive." Octavia quickly looked up at Clarke. "If its just scouts, we can fight our way out! That's what Lincoln would do."

"We're done doing what that grounder would do," Bellamy spoke as he climbed down from the gate. "We tried it and now Drew is dead." Isabelle looked over at the boys body who had a unfamiliar type of blade thrown at his head. Her eyes closed briefly until she looked over at Bellamy with a frown.

"That grounder saved our lives," Finn snapped. "I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there's one scout out there."

Jasper turned his head from his post at the gate to look at the group. "One scout with insanely good aim."

Octavia's hand slipped from Isabelle as she walked over to the blonde. "Clarke, we can still do this."

Isabelle looked up at their leader as she stood on the platform, clutching onto her bag. "Looking to you, leader," Bellamy spoke. "What's it gonna be?" By now the entire camp stood around listening to their entire conversation. "Run and get picked off out in the open," Bellamy continued. "Or stand and fight back?"

Clarke looked towards the woods, a sigh falling from her lips before she jumped down from the gate. Finn quickly grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. "Clarke, if we're still here when Tristan gets here—"

"Lincoln said scouts. More than one." Clarke raised an eyebrow while correcting his earlier statement. "He said get home before the scouts arrive. Finn they're already here." Clarke turned away from him to face Bellamy, the bag slipping from her shoulder as she grasped it in her hand. "Looks like you've got your fight."

Bellamy nodded, turning to the rest of the group. "Okay then. This is what we've been preparing for. Kill them, before they kill us!" Isabelle swallowed thickly looking over towards Bellamy. "Gunners, to your posts! Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on, the gate stays closed."

Octavia touched Isabelle's shoulder and the girl turned to face her friend. "We'll go through the tunnels. Grab a weapon." Octavia lifted her blade to show her friend and Isabelle nodded.

As she turned to grab her own, Bellamy quickly ran up to them both and held up his hands. "Where do you two think you're going? You're not gunners."

Octavia nodded, "no I'm not. Like you said; I'm a grounder."

Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows and nodded towards Isabelle as she glanced between the siblings. "Isabelle isn't a gunner nor a grounder. She stays with us." Octavia looked over at the girl, seeing the panic within her eyes and noticing her breathing has picked up a lot heavier than a few moments ago. "It's okay, Belle." She nodded at her friend before quickly running off towards the tunnels.