Mountains Shelter Secrets (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

X - Survival of the Fittest

Dressed in the heavy furs and leather of the Grounders made the journey through the woods more tiring. Not to mention the still rather raw pain from my cuts hindered me. But I grit my teeth and pushed through. Bellamy and Lincoln already didn't want me to be a part of this, so I had to prove I was strong enough, skilled enough to finish this mission.

We stumbled down a hill and crouched beside a dead deer that lie in the foliage. Lincoln took a dagger from the folds of his clothes and used it to cut open the stomach of the animal. I scrunched my nose as he stuck his hands inside the carcass and smeared the crimson blood over his face and neck.

"Okay," Bellamy said. "So we make it to the intake door without any of the real Reapers seeing us. What happens then?"

"I kill everyone and you two slip inside," Lincoln replied, his eyes dark.

I grew tense, but didn't say anything. Death was the only way through this. And perhaps the Reapers deserved it. Not that I was one to decide who deserved life. Bellamy clearly didn't think it was the best idea, but he didn't say anything either.

"Limestone," Lincoln said, breaking the silence. Bellamy reached into his pocket and handed him a small pouch filled with the paste of said stone. Lincoln dug his fingers inside, and they came out completely white. He traced three of his fingers over his eye, from his forehead to the base of his neck. When he was done, he got to his feet. "Let's go. We've got a lot of ground to cover before dark."

Seeing Lincoln so close to being a Reaper again made me nervous. I knew he was in his right mind, but the memories of the garage, of him almost killing me, flashed in my mind. Bellamy put a hand on my shoulder, as if he was reading my mind. Or perhaps I was much worse at hiding my emotions than I thought. I took a deep breath, smiled at him, and followed after Lincoln.

"So," I said, walking a bit faster than preferable to keep up with him. "What happens after the intake door?"

"They remove your clothes. Blast you with boiling water, and then douse you with something that burns even worse. And then they sort you," Lincoln explained, always keeping his gaze trained on the path ahead of us. "The others were tagged harvest. I was tagged Cerberus and turned into a Reaper."

"Cerberus," Bellamy remarked. "Three headed dog that guards the underworld."

"Lovely," I muttered, and Lincoln threw us a confused glance.

Bellamy shrugged. "My mom read mythology to us all the time. Octavia loved it."

"Same way I always loved when my mom read the history books. Ancient Rome, Cleopatra and all that." I smiled at the memories, and felt a little lighter going through with this infernal mission.

Bellamy chuckled. "Nerd."

I shot him a teasing glare. "When I said I'll throw you in a river, that hasn't changed. I still will."

He rolled his eyes, and instead turned his attention back to Lincoln. "You're good for her, you know. Octavia. You made her strong."

"She was already strong."

Bellamy paused, and fell behind us. I turned to look at him, inquisitive. "Hey I need to ask you something. You protected my sister before you even knew her. Why?"

Lincoln leaned on his spear, and glanced between the two of us. "When I was a boy, I saw a ship fall from the sky. Like ravens. The man inside was hurt, his body broken. I couldn't get him out."

"Suicide by earth," I murmured. I'd seen it happen much to often for my taste. People plummeted down to the ground to be consumed by radiation to escape their suffering.