The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

VII - Terms and Conditions

Y'all I forgot there was nothing about Arkadia in episode seven, so we gotta cut one chapter, sorry! It'll still be good!!

As I understood it, Lexa had called upon all the clans to set up a blockade around our encampment. Anyone who crossed the line immediately had a kill order on them. I thought it was smart. Eventually our people would get fed up and offer up Pike. I hoped. I was doing a lot of that lately. Not sure how well it was working out.

I spun my ring around my finger as I listened to the radio, along with Miller, Harper, and Dad. Even though I'd broken up with Bellamy, I still kept the ring, still held on to the feeble hope that he would snap out of it, that I'd get myBellamy back. I'd been doing that a lot lately; relying on hope. It felt strange, banking on something so intangible and petty. Like a comforting lifeboat made of rope and wood that I knew would sink if one thread was pulled.

"Our lookouts confirm another three encampments just over that ridge," Bellamy informed.

Pike scoffed. "Well they're not hiding from us, that's for sure."

Because they're containing us, dumbass.

"How many days can we keep our population fed without being able to send out hunting parties?" Pike asked.

Hannah replied, "Food and water stores were already at less than sixty percent. Now, maybe a week before we go critical? Two if we start rationing immediately."

Pike sighed. "Immediately it is."

"What about breaking the blockade?"

Pike grunted. "After Bellamy's theatrics this morning, they'll expect that."

I snorted, and stopped spinning my ring. Bellamy had shot two messengers earlier without even blinking an eye. My stomach churned. So much blood on his hands and he didn't even care.

"Regardless, we can't engage the Grounders until we've got our own people under control," Pike continued. "And that starts with Marcus Kane."

My blood ran cold. I looked at my father, eyes panicked. They were coming after him. Maybe me too.

"I need you to suspend access to the prisoners," Pike ordered. "No contact with anyone in camp. For all we know, they've been providing intel on Grounder villages to the Kanes."

"Yes sir," Bellamy replied.

I scowled. Hope diminished ever further. That thread was fraying. Bellamy didn't care about me anymore. Pike had twisted him in all the wrong ways.

"And I want you to take over coordination of camp surveillance. We'll need new security protocols at every camp entrances."

"Maybe changing critical passwords every twelve hours?" It was Monty who replied. I shook my head. I still couldn't believe that he of all people was in support of this.

"Good," Pike remarked. "Coordinate with your mom but keep the circle tight. Then there's the matter of camp-wide surveillance."

Monty scoffed. "You want us to spy on our own people?"

Pike replied, "We can't do what's needed to defend this camp if every order I give is leaked before it can be executed. It's an old saying, but true. The walls have ears.

"Now, we can't afford any more assumptions about who is a friend, and who isn't. Not your oldest acquaintance. Not your husband, wife, or lover. We're fighting two wars now. And the more dangerous one is here, inside this camp. We can't prove it yet, but Kane and his accomplices passed information to Octavia. I know none of you signed up to investigate your neighbors. But Monroe and Lacroix died because the traitors in this camp sold them out to the Grounders. Whoever did that will be hunted down and exposed for what they did to their own, for what they did to us."