James was, according to everyone, a psychopath. They never asked why he did what he did, they never even questioned him. They just threw him in a cell, subjecting him to extreme amounts of pain from his cell mate. He had tried to save her, and he couldn't. Now he would suffer, now he would hate himself for all of eternity. But maybe someone would show him how to love himself, maybe someone would love him. Maybe that persons name would be Bellamy Blake. Maybe he wasn't a psychopath. (Bellamy Blake x Maleoc) (The 100 fanfiction.)