Mountains Shelter Secrets (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XVI - Blood Must Have Blood II

Everything led back to the dorm. Emerson dragged me all the way back there, and for the most part I had been compliant. Kicking and screaming would only have wasted my energy that could have been better spent elsewhere, to help my people inside the room. But now, as we drew ever closer, my fear slowly took over. I struggled against Emerson's iron grip but it was no use. All it accomplished was an angry grunt from him as he paraded me into the dorm.

On the ground were a few people with bags over their heads. More of my people, I guessed. People they'd captured from outside the mountain. Atop a table in the center of the room was the body of one of my fellow people, his eyes wide open in fear, his mouth frozen in a scream. Dead. He was dead. We all would be soon. Scanning the faces of everyone lining the room, chained to the walls by their wrists, my heart sank. Raven and Wick were here. Miller. Harper. All of my friends. At the very least I could take comfort in the fact that none of them were Clarke or my father.

"Got one more straggler," Emerson growled, shoving me forward. I fell to my knees beside the others in a line.

Cage Wallace stared at me with a terrifying, greedy, rapture that made my stomach twist. Out of all the people in here, I had been one to defy him the most. I bet he couldn't wait to see the life leave my eyes. Well, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of my terror. So I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and glared.

"Take any losses?" Cage asked Emerson, surveying me and the others.

"Not as many as they did, sir. But I'm afraid I'm the only one left who's been cured. Some of the kids are still missing. If you'd like, I can take a team in hazmats, we'll sweep the other levels."

"No," Cage replied. "No more wasted lives. In forty-eight hours, we will all be on the ground. Take off their hoods."

One of the other guards removed the hoods one by one. Monroe. Miller's dad. Abby. And then...

A strangled scream escaped my throat. "Dad!"

He turned to me, his eyes wide with terror. Not for him, I realized. For me. I leaped to my feet, tried to get to him, but one of the guards brought the butt of their gun down on my shoulder. Gasping, I fell back to the ground.

"No!" My father yelled, getting to his feet. "Leave her alone!"

They brought the gun down on my father's back, and he crumpled forwards. Rage surged through me, and despite knowing they would only hit me again, I lunged for him.

"Get your hands off him!" I seethed. Again, they brought the butt of the rifle down to subdue me. This time I tasted blood.

"What is wrong with you people?" My father whispered.

"Where's my daughter?" Abby spat.

"She's talking about Clarke," Emerson explained.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this," Cage said, eyeing me in a way that simultaneously made me want to punch him and curl into a ball.

Guards yanked me to my feet and brought me to a pair of manacles. I dug my feet into the ground, resisting as much as I could, but in the end I lost. Cold metal bit into my wrists. Beside me, my father was strung up. I wanted to hold him, cry, have him tell me it will all be okay. But I knew it wouldn't be. We were both going to die, one having to watch the other. We'd already lost my mother. We didn't want to lose each other too.

"We need another one," a guard said, when the next kid died on the table.

Panic crawled up my throat as the guards perused the room, searching for another victim. And when they picked Raven, I screamed in protest.