DEMONS ~ Bellarke

0.3 On The Run

Bellamy

9:06am

The alarm clock Bellamy had set woke him up with a start. He rolled over and raised an arm over his eyes to shield him from the light coming through the drapes in his hotel room. Running a hand through his hair, he slowly rose out of bed.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, Bellamy started to recall the events of the previous night. The man's bloody whimpers flashed through his memory as he remembered the killing he had committed. He sighed, the usual morning after feeling. He got up from the bed and walked stiffly over to the small bathroom located beside the bedroom.

Flicking the lights on then leaning against the counter, he stared at himself in the mirror of the dimly lit bathroom. A bit of scruff was starting to show on his face, his dark brown hair was dishevelled and was starting to look more like black because of the grease that was setting in due to not showering in a couple days. His brown eyes looked dull and bloodshot, sad even. He looked like a mess, Bellamy thought. What was he even doing anymore?

After splashing water on his face, he walked over to the shower and turned it on. Heading back to the bed, he grabbed a backpack laying beside it and shuffled through it before grabbing a small sized bottle of whiskey. Bellamy unscrewed the cap before walking back into the bathroom. Taking one more look in the mirror, he sighed and tipped the bottle against his rather chapped lips, letting the alcohol flow into his mouth.

It burned his throat and brought tears to his eyes, when had he become such a pussy? He finished the bottle and whipped it against the mirror, not making much damage as it was a plastic. After stripping down naked, he stepped into the shower, almost cringing at the thought of how dirty it probably was. He didn't care anyways. He didn't care much about anything these days.

The water, which didn't get very hot at all, still felt good on his skin and he felt refreshed standing under the flow of water. He proceeded to wash his body and hair, hating the coconuty scent of the hotel shampoo. When he was done in the shower he dried off and massaged his hair in the towel before wrapping it around his waist and leaving the bathroom.

Grabbing some plain black jeans and a plain black t-shirt, he quickly changed and added a dark navy hoodie on top, even though he knew it would be warm outside. Deciding it was time to go, he packed up his things into the small backpack he had brought, as well as grabbing his phone and charger.

He stopped for a second in front of the door, unlocking his phone and pulling up the news app he had installed on his phone.

The most recent story was of a man who had been murdered just off Adelaide street late last night.

"Fucking shit." He muttered.

Usually the bodies of the people he had killed weren't found till at least a day later, when he would have time to leave town. Cursing to himself again, he shoved his phone in the front pocket of his jeans and proceeded out the door.

After taking the elevator down to the lobby, he walked quickly towards the front doors while curtly nodding to the man at the front desk, who he realized was not the same man from last night. Bellamy swung his backpack onto his shoulders and started walking down the street away from the hotel. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but since no one had been banging on his door this morning out for his arrest, he figured he was fine for at least an hour or so to grab a coffee and maybe some food.

Walking down to a more central street in London he tried to relax a little and take in more of his surroundings. There were people everywhere, walking alone, with someone, hand in hand, talking on the phone, or even just sitting on a bench by themselves. He kept his eye out for anyone that seemed like they were following him, this had become a bad (or good) habit of his, always checking over his shoulder, like a scared rabbit in a forest hoping there were no wolves after him.