We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

X - I Am Become Death

Standing amongst the charred wreckage of the exodus ship, I'd never felt so hopeless. Not when I thought I was going to die, not when I lost Charlotte. The ship had been completely destroyed, and with it everyone inside. I knew that meant a small chance for the others on the Ark. We very well could end up being on our own down here.

I searched for any sign of Marcus Kane amid the flaming debris, but every skeleton I came across was beyond recognition. Perhaps part of me found that comforting. I wouldn't have to see my father's corpse and know that he died suffering and in pain. But the rest of me was full of doubt, knowing that if I never found out the truth, I would torture myself with wondering for years.

"Stay sharp!" Bellamy ordered behind me. He was tense, holding his gun tightly. "Grounder retaliation for the bridge is coming. Just a matter of when."

"You blame them?" Finn scoffed.

"No, I blame you."

"Maybe, if you didn't bring guns-"

"If we didn't bring guns," Raven interrupted him harshly, "we all would have been killed."

Maybe. Maybe not. I couldn't care less. The confrontation on the bridge was the farthest thing away from my mind.

"Why they're coming doesn't matter anymore," Bellamy was saying to the others. "It's our job to be ready when they do. We're on our own, now."

Since communication with the Ark had been cut during the pageant, we had been trying to reach them. But our calls went unanswered. And after the crash, I couldn't help but think these were connected. Maybe they were all dead. I was alone, with nothing left but memories of the people I loved.

"Clarke, stop!" Raven yelled, abruptly and I turned around to see what the issue was.

Clarke was standing next to a heavy piece of machinery. I was too far to hear, but I saw Raven kneel and dip a rock in a reddish liquid. I wasn't a mechanic genius, but I recognized it as rocket fuel, otherwise known as hydrazine. Incredibly flammable stuff.

"Fire in the hole!" Raven shouted, and threw the rock into the flames. The resulting explosion was so powerful I felt the ground beneath me shake. I felt sick. Was this how my father had died? Burnt alive in flames like these? I suppose there were worse, slower ways, but that wasn't comforting.

"We need to clear the area!" She told us.

"Okay, then," Bellamy said. "We move in formation. No straggling. Weapons hot. We've got to get back before dark."

I wanted to stay, keep searching for any sign of my father, but realistically I knew I wouldn't find anything. Sighing, I reluctantly followed the others, and walked side by side with Bellamy. He stayed silent the whole way, and I appreciated it. What was there to say?

The moon was high in the sky by the time we reached the gate, but the camp was in frenzy. Connor ran to us, his eyes wide.

"Bellamy! He- he came out of nowhere! I told the others not to bring him inside, but they didn't listen and-"

"Hey, calm down. What happened?"

"It's Murphy. He's back."

Connor told us they had found him in the woods, injured and terrified. They had brought him into the dropship and Bellamy hurried inside, fury on his face. I followed with Clarke and Finn but I drew short once I saw Murphy. He looked terrible. One of his eyes was swollen shut and the rest of his face was covered in cuts. Blood coated his skin, his clothes were torn, and even breathing seemed difficult.

"Everyone but Connor and Derek, out," Bellamy ordered. "Now!"

Finn and Clarke stayed put, and I wasn't going anywhere either. Bellamy looked at me but didn't say anything.