Survivor >>>> Bellamy Blake [Book 2]

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Two guards led us back to what I presumed was the entrance to Mount Weather's facility, one of them walking Clarke and another walking me. I glanced behind me wearily, looking at Clarke who was already looking it me with an expression that read - what do we do now? 

In all honesty, I had absolutely no idea what to do. Surely these guards had some sort of weapons, or even communication system to contact others. So even if we did try and fight them, more would be on our asses in a second. 

"We saw everything, we know what your doing to them." Clarke exclaimed, the panic evident in her voice. 

"That's why your going in there with them." Her guard states, as we reach a big metal door. My guard moves forward, pressing a button on a keypad before speaking into the mic, "Alpha delta two, we've reached the intake, we have two prisoners in custody." 

"Your mission was to bring back all three of them." Another voice says angrily from the other end of the line, "the outsider cannot be allowed to leave this mountain, Alpha delta one is coming out now!"

Giving Clarke a nervous look, this was the only time to do something. If we are taken back into the mountain then we were as good as dead. But before we could do anything a loud shriek came from above us as Anya leaped from the shadows and tackled one of the guards. Taking this as my cue, I immediately reached for the other guard's mask, ripping it off with a slight hiss, making him scream in agony. 

"His mask!" I shout at Anya, prompting her to follow suit and yank the mask off. Both guards were immediately subdued by the pain from the radiation in the air, both collapsing agaisnt the wall, giving up on holding a fight. I felt no sympathy for their pain, especially not after what I had witnessed in that chamber. 

"I found a way out, this way!" Anya shouted, throwing the mask she held in her hands to the floor. Clarke and I immediately followed her heavy footsteps, not before Clarke grabbed the gun that one of the guards had dropped on the floor. A chime came from behind us, to which the door had opened revealing what I assumed to be Alpha Delta Two, running after us.   

The three of us sprinted through the tunnels, the sound of water and light getting closer and closer. Rounding a corner, my eyes locked on the gapping hole in the cave wall, and I let out a large sigh. The three of us skidded to a stop on the ledge, where beneath us was a running stream of water, flowing into a large body of water. A steep drop down to the lake made my heartbeat increase. 

"Wait! There has to be another way!" Clarke shouts, trying to be heard over the loud gushing of the water. 

"There isn't!" Anya replied, just as the three mountain men guards caught up to us, pointing their guns in our direction.

"Just give up girls! There's no place else to go!" One of the men shouted. 

I glance at Anya, who looks at both Clarke and I. Without a word, she grabs my hand and pulls me with her jumping off the ledge. I let out a gasp, as I felt my stomach and intestines drop as my arms and legs flail in the wind. Before I could even process what was happening, my body hit the water and I felt the world go black. 

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Looking up, Bellamy had a firm hold of my wrist as he pulled me into his tent. I felt my heart rate increase, and I was surprised that Bellamy couldn't feel my heart beating out of my chest. 

My mind was racing, not being quite sure as to what was going through Bellamy's head as he held his tent open for me, following me inside. Was I trouble?

"Bellamy, whats going on-" I began, but was cut off imemddilty with a pair of lips, Bellamy's to be exact. Kissing him back, my hands found their way around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his curly hair making him moan slightly. Pulling me closer, my insides were filled with butterflies and fireworks as he gripped my waist, kissing me harder. 

We both pulled away panting, after what seemed like ages. "You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that." I breathed, gazing into his dark brown eyes. He just smirked, icing his face closer to mine, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." 

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"Why hasn't she woken up!" Clarke exclaimed, her voice coming clearer and clearer as I came to my senses. 

"I don't know." A familiar voice replies, concern lacing her voice.Letting out a small cough as I tried to speak, my eyes slowly fluttered open revealing a room filled with light. 

"Holland?" Clarke exclaimed, the blonde girl coming into sight. "Clarke? What happened, where's Anya?" I questioned, noticing that we were inside a building of some sort, and not outside. The last thing I remembered was being pulled off that ledge. 

Trying to sit up, another voice stopped me. "Holland, honey, you need to calm down. You're okay." Abbey says, trying to calm me down. I couldn't even stop the smile from spreading ear to ear as I leaped up and gave the woman a hug. "Oh my god! We saw your ship crashed." I muttered, tears beginning to form. I can't believe she's alive. 

"I wasn't on that ship, we're here now." she smiles, looking at me and examining my face.

I looked around the room, noticing that us three were the only ones there, "What about my father?"

"He's alive." Abbey breathed, and I just looked at her in disbelief. We honestly thought everyone was dead. We saw it. How could that be?

"Clarke said that you fell unconscious and didn't wake up, Anya forced her to leave." Abbey exclaimed. 

"I'm so sorry Holland." Clarke chimed, looking at me with sad eyes. 

"Its okay Clarke," I replied, understanding that Anya probably thought I was dead, or at least going to be. It wasn't worth waiting for me to wake up. "Where is she?" I questioned. 

Clarke dropped her head, "She-she's dead." 

I pressed my lips together tightly. I can't believe she's actually dead. 

"Did anyone else make it here?" I questioned, finally realising that we were actually out, and our people were alive. 

"Yes. Six of you did." Abbey smiled, making me lock eyes with Clarke. "Bellamy and Finn?" I said hopefully. 

Abbey nodded, an overwhelming feeling toking over my body. He's alive.