Mountains Shelter Secrets (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XIV - Bodyguard of Lies

Bellamy was going to kill me for following him. But what was I supposed to do? How did anyone, especially him, expect me to hide and wait for someone to rescue us? Bellamy knew me better than most people, so he should have known I would have to do something. Feeling useless was the worst, and I wasn't going to allow myself to experience that right now. Not when so many of my friends were on the line.

He'd just stopped by Maya's father Vincent's place, I assumed to find another route to shut down the acid fog. In his hand, he carried a strange object I'd overheard was called an acetylene torch, for whatever that meant. Explosive, probably. Something along the lines.

"Bellamy," I hissed, trying to keep my voice low, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me. Thankfully it was clear. "Bel!"

He stopped in front of a vent, and glanced over at me. When he recognized who I was, his expression turned from surprise to relief to irritation, the latter of which I was expecting.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh you knew I wasn't going to just sit quietly and let you have all the fun," I replied, stepping closer to him. "You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature."

Bellamy rolled his eyes and sighed. He knew this argument would only waste time. "Okay, Shakespeare. No need for the dramatics. You're insane."

I tilted my head and gave him a shit-eating grin. "It's why you love me."

"It's why you drive me mad, actually, but we don't have time for this. C'mon."

Bellamy crawled into the vent and I clambered after him. I tried to ignore the fact that I was definitely staring at his ass the entire time we crawled. Even as I cast my gaze down to my hands, focusing on crawling, I always found my eyes straying back up. Heat rose in my cheeks and I scorned myself. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about...that.

When we finally reached the end of the vent, Bellamy lined up the torch along the edges of the vent door and turned it on. Flames filled the darkness and the acrid scent of burning metal stung my nose. Bellamy gently set the grate down once he'd finished burning away the edges. He crawled out, and I followed closely behind. Huge tanks stood in a line down the center of the room, that which I could only assume produced the acid fog.

I looked around and caught a glimpse of another fire safety ax encased in glass, similar to the one I'd used before as a weapon. Using my elbow, I broke the glass and cleared away the shards. I climbed up to the main entry doors, and used the butt of the ax to break the electronic panel. Then I stuck the ax through the handles, hoping it would be enough to bar anyone from getting in. Or at least buy us enough time to shut down the fog.

I slipped back through the yellow bars and dropped down to the level of the tanks, brushing my hands off, and joined Bellamy.

"Come in, Raven, I made it," he was saying into his earpiece. "I hope you have a plan."

"We're still working on it," her voice crackled through. I could barely hear what she was saying as the radio was in Bellamy's ear, but I understood enough. "Give us something to go on. What do you see?"

"A huge steel vat. Looks like a submarine." Bellamy paced around, and I followed close behind, listening, preparing myself for a fight. "Some other tanks with chemical formulas. Warning labels. A bunch of pipes going into the walls. A monitor."

"Oh! Go to the monitor!" It was Wick's voice.

"Hello to you too," I muttered, and Bellamy chuckled at me.