The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

III - Ye Who Enter Here

After a week, the wound in my leg hardly hindered me. Abby really was a miracle worker. No longer did searing pain encompass my leg when I walked, and the dull throbbing was hardly noticeable. It might be another week before I could run on it, but for today's mission I hoped I wouldn't have to run. We were headed to the Grounder capital for a peace summit. If it stayed true to that name, which I trusted it did, I wouldn't be doing any running today.

I was relieved my father allowed me to come along on the mission. Truthfully, I knew it was because he wanted to keep an eye on me after impulsively chasing after Clarke. But coming to Polis kept me about as far away from Pike as I could be right now, and while that also put me at a distance from Bellamy, I could deal. Plus it led me to Clarke, so at least I had one friend with me. Or I would, soon.

The rover screeched to a halt and I hopped out of the doors after my father.

"Alright," he said. "We're at the Polis city limits. From here we go on foot. Lexa's guards will be here soon. All guns and radios stay in the truck. Her people will escort us to the summit."

I didn't have a gun or a radio, but I didn't dare remove my knife from my boot. It was concealed from view so no one could look at me and feel threatened by a weapon, but I had it just in case a situation arose. Last minute resort only.

"Nelson, Hill," Dad ordered. "Stay here and man the radio."

In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a guard stuffing something into his utility belt. I knew I didn't carry a lot of authority because to everyone else in Arkadia I was still just someone to be protected, but given the respect my father got, I got to reap the benefits of being a little commanding. "What's that?"

The guard shot me an annoyed look. "A med kit."

"From Mount Weather? The place where thousands of their people were killed?" I scoffed. "You can't bring it into Polis."

The guard didn't seem convinced so reluctantly I turned to my father for help. He grabbed the kit from the man's belt.

"Y/n is right. You can't take this with you."

The guard stepped away from us, clearly annoyed, but so was I. Why further antagonize ourselves? Already the Grounders were on edge about us moving into the mountain that had brought them so much pain. And me. I didn't like the idea of taking over it either.

"Don't take your anger out on the guard," Abby huffed joining up with us. "If you're going to be mad at someone be mad at me."

I picked at my cuticles, not wanting to say anything. I liked Abby, and I didn't want to fight with her, but I guess I was mad. Her thought process stemmed from a good cause, but it threatened to destroy the peace we'd fought so hard for.

Thankfully, my father was on my side, and fought with her for me. "Moving our people into Mount Weather puts our entire agenda at risk. You know that, and you did it anyway."

"Would you have preferred that I let Nyko die?" Abby countered.

"We're past that," I grumbled. Both of them shot me glances, and I just turned my gaze back to my fingernails. God I so wished Bellamy could have come with. I felt like I was being babysat.

Dad said, "Opening a hospital is one thing. Moving Farm Station survivors in is another."

"It was a few people, Marcus. An exploratory group," Abby snapped.

"That's not the point! Now we have to explain. Taking-"

I intervened, "Taking away from everything else we've been negotiating for!"