"Here, a rose for your troubles."
"Its dead." Bellamy said clearly vexed by me.
He shrugged, "Well f*ck you too then."
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Bellamy Blake x male oc
I TOOK SOME INSPIRATION FROM A BOOK CALLED ICARUS. It is a great fanfic that is also bellamy x male...
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Today callus turned 18. Today is the day he would get floated. He would leave this cruel world and go into internal sleep. callus sighed. Not that he would mind that. He colored the landscapes of the earth that was once walkable.
Well the only way he could tell was from stories told from either books or people. He could only dream if actually seeing them in real life. Maybe that would be his heaven.. he chuckled dryly. Like hell he would go to heaven. drawing people was pretty simple he would just draw the guards or other prisoners.
Callus chuckled again. He wouldn't go to heaven, the devil would except him with open arms. He finished painting the page of his sketchbook. He let it dry on his bed as he sat on the ground. How did he have paint or a sketchbook? He stole them. Paint was rare in this hell hole. He was able to sneak it in his cell.. but stealing paint is not how he got in the skybox.
He heard someone stepping closer. He grabbed the different tubes of paint with his brushes and put in in his multiple jacket pockets. He he grabbed his sketchbook as the door opened to show multiple officers.
"Time to die, huh?" He asked with a chuckle.
The officer looked dumbfounded as most would beg for there lives.
"Prisoner 278 against the wall."
Callus gave a smirk.
"Nah, I'm good."
They gave a look of confusion before callus ran right into one of them pushing them back into the door pushing it open. The other officer tried to take out a weopan when callus swong his sketchbook full force into the mans jaw. He walked out slowly as I closed my cell door on the officers. closed cell. Callus shrugged one shoulder as he started walking away from the cell. Then he noticed all the other prisoners were being taken away. One word went through his mind.
Clarke. He rushed to where her cell was located noticing her laying limp on the ground in a guards arms. He rushed to her pushing guards out of the way. He grabbed the officer that was holding her.
"What did you do to her?!" He growled.
when he heard a familier voice.
"Callus."
He froze. Mrs. Griffin.
Callus slowly turned to face her.
"Mrs. Griffin? Haven't seen you in a while. The hell is going on"
She smiled.
"Yes, I know. Callus I need you to do something for me."
I sighed looking at the guards behind her.
"I need you to protect clarke."
Callus rose an brow.
"The hell am I supposed to do that? Today I'm getting fucking executed."
