Scythe || Bellamy Blake

The Song of the Dark

    Skye couldn't believe what she was hearing.

    "Wait wait wait," she held up a hand, shaking her head, "Mount Weather is holding our people captive? Why would they do that?"

    Bellamy waved her question, "It doesn't matter, all that matters is that Clarke escaped, but the rest of our people didn't. We have to find them."

    They neared the camp, "How big is this place?"

    "Clarke said she was going to draw us a map, but from what she described it's big enough that we're going to have a tough time getting in."

    Skye's shoulders slumped, and she let out a defeated breath, "How many more secrets does the ground have for us?"

    Bellamy glanced at her from the corner of his eye and a muscle in his jaw clicked, "I don't know."

    ~*~*~*~

    Skye found that despite her earlier hesitation- she liked alcohol a whole lot.

    She wasn't drinking enough to get her drunk, just enough to help curb the constant drumming of pain in her body and mind. She felt softer with the alcohol in her system, like some of her rough edges had been filed down and rounded out.

    Bellamy was frowning at her, his eyes taking in how she was nursing her cup close to her, how her hands shook just barely. His eyes sent her a question he wouldn't ask in front of Clarke.

    She lifted one corner of her mouth in answer.

    Bellamy rubbed his chin as she took another sip and asked Clarke, "Okay tell me again."

    Abby's daughter pointed to her beautifully drawn map, "It's a labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel. It's all connected to the mine system through this tunnel."

    "Are you sure we can get past the Reapers and the Mountain Men?"

    Skye held in a shudder. She had never seen a Reaper in person, but the stories she had heard from Clarke and Finn were enough to make her glad. If she thought the Grounders were terrifying, she had no intention of ever seeing a Reaper.

    Bellamy set his drink down a little too hard and Skye peered at him through the night's darkness, "I swear if your mom doesn't sanction this mission soon I'm going by myself."

    "You won't be by yourself," Skye said quietly.

    Clarke's focus was behind them, at the figure approaching.

    Finn.

    "Guess the inquisition's over," Skye mumbled, draining the rest of her moonshine. It helped- a little.

    She watched Bellamy's fists clench and ignored them. If he wanted to pummel Finn to the ground she certainly wouldn't stop him.

    Clarke tilted her head back down to the map, "I haven't talked to him since we got back. I don't know what to say," she wrung her hands, "He just kept shooting."

    Skye didn't think she could ever forgive Finn for the fact that there were children in that village.

    "Hey," Finn said, approaching their little table.

    Clarke barely looked up at him and Bellamy stood, saying tightly, "Next round's on me."

    Bellamy had told Skye he wanted to kill Finn for the way he had found her tied up in the middle of a panic attack. Honestly from the tone in which he had spoken, she genuinely wasn't sure if Finn was completely safe at this camp. Fine by her.