Missing You Every Step Of The Way (Bellarke)

S2 - Not The Way We Planned - pt.2

Hey, this is part 2. Hope you enjoy!

The gunshot echoed throughout the control room and ricocheted off the wall in front of Clarke. 

Her hand was numb from holding the small, silver handgun and her arm had begun to ache from the kickback but her eyes remained wide and watching as Dante's body slumped to the ground by her feet, his gasps echoing through the control room. 

Soon enough his body lay still while Clarke tried her best to keep her escaping tears at bay. 

The radio she held quivered and her hand began to shake, but she resolved to ban her voice from doing the same. 

She couldn't break. Not now. 

On the screen in front of her, Cage's face became wracked with grief as he let the radio fall to his side. His face twisted in anguish for a moment before he gathered himself together and stood straight once again. 

Clarke couldn't speak, let alone breathe. Her mind was blank and as her hand shook at her side, she allowed herself one horrified glance at the floor only to regret it. Dante's body lay awkwardly on the concrete, his hand a few inches from her shoes, while a circle of blood pooled around him and cloaked the floor in a dark crimson sheen that crept up the edges of his white shirt. 

Next, she glanced at Bellamy whose face was a grim mask of emotions, surprise being at the forefront. Not wanting to make eye-contact she then glanced over at Monty who stood nearby. His face was white against the dim light of the room and he moved to watch as she stepped towards the large screen in front of her. 

Clarke's gaze returned to Bellamy who was looking at the floor. The previous emotion was gone and replaced by a blank facade. Though, he looked up and nodded for her to continue. 

There was no going back now. 

"Listen to me very carefully," Clarke began, her voice cold and calculating. 

Bellamy had never heard Clarke speak the way she did before, but even her tone sent a chill down his spine. He wondered what was going through her head since he knew what it was like to shoot someone and have their death hanging over you. Or supposed death at least. 

"I will not stop until my people are free." Clarke turned away from the gazes of the two boys left in the room. "If you don't let them go...I will irradiate Level 5."

Bellamy's eyes widened and he took a step forward but Clarke's desperate gaze stopped him. Her eyes pleaded for him to not question her. She didn't want to kill anyone else, let alone an entire civilisation but right now she needed Cage to believe her, so Bellamy walked towards her and stood by her side as they monitored the flickering screen in front of them. 

Bellamy watched Cage struggled with what to say. The curly haired boy let the reality they were living really sink in and leant himself against one of the monitors. 

"Cage, listen to me. I don't want anyone else to die. Stop the drilling and we'll talk. There must be a way to get us all out of this," Clarke reasoned and let a little of her emotion leak into her tone. Her eyes were fixed on one of the top left screens that displayed the room where the bone-marrow transplants were taking place. The sound was muted yet the face of Raven writhing in pain was enough. Enough to make her blood run cold. 

Bellamy looked over and watched the screen too for a moment but moved to look away. He couldn't watch it, as much as his eyes sought to stay glued to the horrors happening in that room. Instead, he glanced back over at Cage's computerised face and quickly realised that he was talking to someone behind him without radio contact.