The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

II - Wanheda II

Everyone was getting restless sitting in the rover. Dawn had broken, and still nothing had happened. I gripped tight to Bellamy's hand, hoping it would calm me. But he was the most impatient, and so I was far from tranquil.

"It's been three hours," Bellamy groaned. "What are they waiting for?"

"Even with the light, I don't see anyone," I murmured, glancing out the windows. Nothing but forest.

Monty suggested, "I say we make a run for it."

Dad shook his head, his gaze concentrated on the treeline. "No. That's what they want us to do."

"The boy is right," Indra said. "They can wait longer than we can."

There was a pause of tense silence. We had to do something. Time was wasting, and Clarke got further away from us the longer we waited.

"Okay, Bellamy," my father conceded. "You get in the turret and you cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we'll cover you."

I tried to protest, unwilling to put Bellamy's life in danger, suggest me instead, but I knew with that one everyone would object. So I let go of his hand and readied myself to run, spinning my ring around my finger to strengthen my faith we'd be fine.

Bellamy nodded and gave me a loving look, that look that we gave each other when we feared something bad would happen to each other. I didn't return it because I wanted to believe we wouldn't die. "Copy that. Run fast."

Bellamy grabbed his gun and stepped up through the turret, and almost immediately, he said, "They're here."

My heart practically stopped and I turned my gun to the roof. They got him.

"Everybody out, or the boy dies!" Someone yelled, and then yanked Bellamy all the way out of the rover.

Panic exploded in my chest. Adrenaline took over, and I didn't have to think before dropping my gun. I couldn't let anything happen to him.

"Okay, we're coming out!" Dad yelled, unloading weapons from his person.

"Don't hurt him!" I pleaded, ignoring the sting of tears in my eyes. God, I couldn't lose him!

I turned the handle to the back door, and as soon as the lock clicked, the doors flew open. People dressed in heavy furs carrying swords grabbed my wrist and threw me a few feet. I slammed to the ground, and pain erupted in my hand. Before I could get to my feet, someone yanked my arm behind me, and pinned me down. The cold point of a sword pressed into my neck.

Beside me, Bellamy met my eyes, and I feared we were staring at each other for the last time. I struggled against my captor, but it only ended with a prick of blood to my skin. Just barely, Bellamy shook his head, and reluctantly I stopped fighting.

I couldn't see what was happening, but I heard Monty grunt in protest and I went rigid. If they even thought about hurting him, I would kill the man on top of me and everyone else.

"Found it," one of the men grunted.

"It's mine!" Monty shouted, and I could only assume by the distress in his voice that they were taking the beacon. "Give it back!"

"Monty, let it go!" Bellamy cried.

There was a pause, and then one of our attackers said, "Monty?"

"Mom?" Monty exclaimed, his voice soft and hopeful.

I furrowed my eyebrows. His mom? Wait, but his mom...oh. My eyes widened. Farm station! We'd found them!

Monty embraced his mom, and started sobbing. I sighed in relief. He deserved something good, after everything that happened in the mountain, after everything that happened with Jasper.