The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

IX - Fallen

Grief and anger followed us in a heavy cloud as Octavia lead the way to a cave that would act as our hideout. Every step I took, the gunshot replayed over in my mind. Immediately, the life disappeared from Lincoln's eyes. Hollow sorrow filled my core, and I squeezed my eyes shut. If I was having this hard of a time, I could only imagine what Octavia was feeling.

Miller and Harper were the first to enter the cave, and I followed right behind them. My eyes fell upon Bellamy, who stood, staring at us with a painful relief in his eyes. Gaze straying to the manacles around his wrists, I almost didn't care. Part of me truly believed he deserved this. All of it. Especially after Lincoln died.

But the rest of me, most of me, the parts that were still madly in love with him, ached at the sight. I tried to drown all that away. I turned away from him, and dropped my gear beside Harper's. I couldn't look at him.

"Where's Lincoln?" Bellamy asked, and my heart plummeted. I leaned against the wall, clutching at my stomach. Dead. Another friend, dead. If Bellamy had just chosen the right side from the start none of this would have happened.

Octavia gripped tight to her sword, and I feared she'd run him straight through, but she just dropped it to the ground. When she spoke, her voice was taut with anger and sorrow, and yet completely flat, and empty. "Pike put a bullet in his brain."

Bellamy's face fell. "O. O, I am so sorry-"

Octavia whirled around and punched him in the face. And then again. And again. Every time her fist connected with his face, my stomach churned a little more. I knew that just the night before, I had screamed at him, wanted to do anything to hurt him. I felt the same rage Octavia was experiencing now. She had every right to be pissed at him. But I couldn't stand the sound of it. Despite everything, I loved him.

"That's enough, Octavia," Dad said.

"Kane, stay out of this," Bellamy panted.

Now I couldn't tear my eyes away. I stared, hands curled into fists in my pockets, as I watched Octavia strike him over and over. I wanted to cry, but I was just horrified. At the blood on his face, at the fact that I didn't want to step in.

I glanced over at Miller, and he seemed to sense the pleading in my eyes. I couldn't stop her myself, but I didn't want her to kill him.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," Miller said, wrapping his arms around Octavia and pulling her away from her brother. Octavia sobbed and pushed him away.

Bellamy held his hands out. "Miller, back off."

I looked up at the ceiling as Octavia screamed and threw another punch at him. Bellamy didn't want anyone to stop this. He thought he deserved it. Maybe he did. But I hated that he was going to torture himself over this forever.

One more powerful punch sent Bellamy reeling to the floor. Octavia snarled, "You're dead to me."

Even though it wasn't directed at me, I still flinched. I'd said the same thing. Guilt washed over me, but only for the briefest second. We still weren't sure Bellamy was on our side at all. He was just taking the beating because his sister was mad at him.

I held out my hands closer to the fire we'd built, letting the sparking flames warm my cold fingers. We were all crowded around the heat, except for Bellamy, who was still chained to the wall. I found myself looking away from the flames every now and then to meet his eyes, but I'd quickly look away. Every time I caught a glimpse of his bloodied face, my stomach roiled. I hated that the sight of his face sickened me when I once thought he held all the stars in his eyes.

"I say we run two man patrols around the clock starting now," Bryan suggested.

Dad nodded. "We'll do that, but we should be safe here. The Grounder blockade's too close for Pike to risk looking at us."