Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Seventy

Y'all that ending was unsatisfactory! After all this time, THAT'S HOW THEY END THE 100? I mean, it ain't the worst ending to a great TV show (looking at you GoT season eight) but I'm 100% gonna do an AU for a chunk of season seven because a certain someone dies and I'm not gonna do that because that certain someone deserved a happier ending. Actually, a few certain someones died that deserved happier endings. So, yeah. Season seven will probably be a good chunk of AU because I am the fanfiction author therefore I do what I want.

BOLD = Trigedasleng

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The wind whistling through the valley was one of the few sounds the army heard as the group snuck around. The other was the clinking of armor and the sound that emitted when people reloaded their guns. They needed every bullet they had. To waste time reloading meant enough time to be killed by the opposing side.

The part of the valley the group was scouting was rocky, providing decent enough coverage from McCreary's men. They were waiting, but only on the wrong side.

Bellamy and Octavia headed the group, stopping everyone in their tracks when they saw the clearing.

"Two pillboxes," Bellamy pointed out, looking through the scope of his gun. "Just like Echo said."

Aella's heart, like most others, was thudding more rapidly the closer they got. It didn't seem very real up until now. Here they were, preparing for a war with an enemy they've never had before. Wonkru was once enemies when they were separate clans, but once Skaikru knew what they were dealing with, it was easier to calm the raging fires of war. Now they were up against dangerous criminals with more advanced weaponry and war knowledge from the world before the nuclear apocalypses. 

It now made sense to Aella why the Grounders first attacked the 100. They were the unknown factor in their world. Now the 100 were in the Grounders' shoes. It made Aella sullenly realize the 100 were a dying breed. How many of them were left? Did she really want to know how low the number was?

How many more would be dead by the end of the day?

This was a war they never fought. They were always the ones with the upper hand with stronger weapons, more fighting experience. Now they were bumped down on the food chain and the option of peace no longer seemed possible. If it wasn't war, it was making peace. There seemed to be no other option. Death and destruction followed them wherever they went and they were planning to leave another soiled mark on Earth.

Aella placed her hand on her chest to calm the beat of her heart. She couldn't afford to be scared. She couldn't freeze in the midst of battle nor could she let her ears fall deaf when the action began, a pulse pounding into her skull like the rhythmic beating of a hammer. If she did, she would be a casualty. And, despite all she has lost, she couldn't leave behind what she had waiting for her.

There was a rather quiet hum of a machine gun's fire from where they stood, their signal. 

The sound of warfare increased, alerting the men at the pillboxes. They got up and moved out, ready to kill.

Octavia sent a nod to Indra, the two finally gaining back some semblance of understanding between one another, and Blodreina raised her sword. Everyone readied their weapons as the Blake siblings led the march.

It wasn't very long until a few people began to realize something was wrong. Like an itch on the back of their necks telling them they had to turn back now before it was too late, only they didn't have the luxury. They didn't even have enough rations to turn back now. 

It was all or nothing.

Bellamy fell back a little to fall into pace with Aella, her leg scuffling the ground. She still needed a brace replacement once she had the chance, but she was still agile enough with her good leg and, if anything, she could slip off the brace and use it to beat someone to death. It still had some tough metal in it.