Scythe || Bellamy Blake

Cages and Guards

The girl in the cage next to her was trying to tell her something.

Momentarily ceasing to pound on the lock with her fists, Skye slid her gaze to the Grounder, "I don't understand you."

"Sky person?" The girl switched to English and then tensed up so fast that Skye braced herself seconds before the girl spat on her.

Not that it really mattered what the girl thought, but Skye didn't want to be spat on anymore and so she bit out, "Our people aren't fighting anymore."

She tuned out the Grounder and focused again on the lock, slamming the heel of her palm on the metal door over and over until her skin bruised before her eyes. This time she wouldn't acquiesce. She was going to go down fighting.

"The cages don't open," the Grounder's voice was almost as hollow as her eyes,"It's sort of the point."

"I have to get out."

Skye's gaze strayed to Bellamy who was still unconscious. She was beginning to grow worried about him, but his breathing was normal and there was nothing she could do anyways.

"Who is he? Your boyfriend?" Her voice was condescending and clipped, but Skye took the question seriously.

She knew as well as anyone that the Grounder was talking to distract herself. And from the amount of bloodied bandages on her grimy skin, Skye felt like she was obligated to comply. She had once been in this girl's place.

"He is. But he's also more than that to me."

The too-thin Grounder gritted her teeth, seemingly offended by the confession, "Well then you'd better shut the hell up because they only take the strong ones."

A groan came from beside Skye and she was instantly alert as Bellamy's body moved. The lines of tension on her arms smoothed while she watched his beautiful eyes open.

It took a few moments for him to regain full consciousness but when he did he sat up so fast his head hit the top of the cage. As he rubbed out the pain his eyes took everything in with a wild panic that Skye knew all too well.

"Bell, I'm here," she reached her hand through the wire and gripped his arm to tether him to reality, "I'm here."

His breathing was still ragged and he looked so scared when he asked, "Where is here?"

"Some kind of lab. I haven't seen any mountain men and- stop, don't bother with the cage."

He didn't stop furiously attacking the cage. His muscles flexed with the effort of breaking it open and she watched helplessly as all of the hope drained from him.

"I'm going to kill Lincoln," Bellamy whispered when he had expended all of his energy, leaning his head against the wire.

"You can't blame him. It wasn't his fault."

He sighed heavily, "I know."

Skye put her hand on the wall of wire between them, raking her eyes up and down Bellamy, checking for any injuries, "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

His hand reached up to meet hers, "I'm okay."

After a moment of really wanting to kiss him, he settled back into the cage, shoulders hunched and he peered at her intently, "How are you doing?"

"Fantastic."

He rolled his eyes, shifting a minuscule amount so their sides could press together through the wire, "Skye."

She huffed at his tone, "I'm alright. Promise. Always knew I'd be back here eventually."

Bellamy put his hand through the wire and she gripped it. His voice was a whisper, "I won't leave you. You're not alone this time."