RITUALISTIC SACRIFICIAL LOVE - Michael Langdon
It was the end of times, the apocalypse. Every person I stood with was backstabbing, prideful, and dull. I came from a wealthy family, yes. But I came from a family who had morals, rare but true. A traditional family that almost suffocated me with their rules. I played with my cross neckless, a gold chain laid upon my chest. I stayed true to my faith, as true as one could be in this state.Â
âYouâcome with me, itâs your turn,â the man said in a deep yet calm voice.Â
He gave me a weird feeling, like he was pure evil but his demeanor was indifferent. He ranged between the look of heaven yet his personality was on the verge of evil but stood on sinful. His demeanor could deceive even the best. I followed him into a dimly lit room, his hands lingered on the desk. He leaned over on it from the other side. âIf you lie, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know and this interview will be over and you will be left to dieâŚnow letâs begin. Do you believe youâre evil?âÂ
His words were so serene that you almost wouldnât think to weigh what he was asking you to answer, âYes.âÂ
The expression on his face changed, Iâm assuming he didnât expect that answer to leave my lips. âAnd why is that?âÂ
I stared at him, taking in every feature and every malevolent thing about him. âIâve wished death upon everyone in this hellhole. Iâve come to even welcome the thought of death, as long as it means I wouldnât have to spend another second here. But my God has kept me strong.âÂ
His gaze lifted, his eyes glared at me, âyour God?â I nodded and a stomach-twisting grin arose on his face. âDo you fear during your time here youâll fall into temptation?â He walked around the desk and stepped closer to me, closer than I was comfortable with. âI take it youâre aware of the seven sins?â I nodded once more, staring at him and the proximity we stood within. âWhich one do you believe youâll fall into?â His words came out slowly.
I took a step back and he followed, âEnvy.âÂ
His hands hooked behind his back, âIs that right? Most wouldâve saidâlust.âÂ
I was hesitant to speak, where is he going with this? âI have no reason to say that, Iâm âpureâ.â Almost regretfully Iâve never gotten the opportunity to lose it before the end of the world. But maybe thatâll help my chances. âIs this interview done now?â
A smile appeared on his face as he brushed my hair out of mine, âSo eager.â He finally stepped back, âWould you ever fall into such a deadly sin? The irreversible sin?âÂ
I shook my head, âI have no reason to. God forbid anything tempting enough would slither its way to me. Why risk eating the forbidden fruit when youâre already comfortable with the knowledge you already hold?â Years of catholicism will leave you using bible stories as metaphors.Â
The glimmer in his eyes made me realize the difference between good and evil. His breathing became heavy, âGood answer.â
Assuming it was the last one I headed towards the door, âDid I make the cutâŚwhat was your name again, sorry?âÂ
He raised his head while staring daggers into me with his blue eyes, âMichael LangdonâŚand weâll see, you still have one test.âÂ
I walked to my room and sat in silence, itâs either here or downstairs with the dumbasses Iâm forced to live with. I opened the one book I had time to pack, and the rest perished. The bible clung to my hands. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing get softer and warmer. My body felt like it was falling into the depths of sleep.Â
God, is this the biggest test of my faith? What is to come of me?Â
As I begged in faith, my door creaked. Is this a dream? There entering my domain of solitude was a person dressed in a black latex suit. âWhat the hell are you doing in my room, get out if I wanted to join you guys down there I wouldâve,â I said sternly. The person in the suit shook their head and stepped closer.Â
I set my bible in the bedside drawer. The person came closer and it was like my being recognized the person who stood underneath the suit. The tall figure, the feeling that makes me question my faith. It was clear who this was. I took the mask off and it dropped onto the floor as I realized I had been right. âMichael?â I canât even escape the evil of this world, even in my dreams.
A sinister yet heavenly smile laid upon his face.Â
âWhat is your test,â I asked, a little too fearlessly. The control I had in my dream felt so real. âIs it based upon how humans only care for flesh in this time of desperation and frightfulness? How do they want someone to cling to, how their selfishness is almost pitiful?â I stepped closer and stared into his piercing eyes, âAll of us are no better here than the corruption that lies outside these walls.â
He tilted his head a bit in amusement, âYour biblical nature is impressive. Though Iâm sure my knowledge on it is moreâŚprofound.âÂ
âAsk away.âÂ
His eyes turned what I swore to be fully black. He looked so devilish, âHow did Satan come to be?â
Easy, one of the easiest questions. âHe was Godâs favorite, pridefulness struck him and so did foolishness. He lacked what God had plenty of, power. He mustâve found it disappointing that his favorite assumed he was better than the almighty himself. Then he was turned into nothing but a fault in the world and its sins. Thatâs the best question you have for me?â
Michael glared harshly at me but also seemed as if he was trying to figure me out. âYouâre not as persuaded as the othersâthey easily fell into sin during my visits with them. But youâyou stay true to your morals and beliefs.âÂ
âMy faith is not easily shaken.â I stood tall, almost sinfully proud. I glanced down at the floor and then back to Michael. âI think you should get going. There is no test to pass, if Iâve already failed Iâm okay with that.âÂ
His hand raised and he dragged it along my shoulder, moving my hair. He leaned in close to my ear, and I froze. âThis is the test your God has laid before you.âÂ
At first, I was confused but then I remembered what I internally asked God before he entered my room. âWould God bestow such an easy test such as this? This lacks temptation.âÂ
Michael touched my gold rosary and it felt like he tugged it a bit, causing me to move an inch closer. âTemptation is all around.â He moved his hand and suddenly his hair was shorter, he had a youthful look to himâsomething more innocent? He had a black cape and he was wearing some maroon.
âHow did youââ I paused mid-question, this is my dream. Dreams are unrealistic and filled with illusions. I hated how attractive I found him.Â
His hand raised and he rested his hand behind my head. âRules are made to be broken,â his voice sounded so deceptive. As if he was leading me astray. He moved in closer, his lips inches from mine. âSins are to be avoided, but if itâs so immoral then why does it feel so good,â he questioned. His words came out slowly and deeply.Â
My body was falling into whatever trap he seemed to be laying at my feet. But I turned away, âMichael,â I whispered. His hand dragged itself along my skin to my neck. His rings were cold and I almost gasped at the exposure.Â
âDonât you see how easily the skin falls into sin?â An incomprehensible noise left my lips. âSpeak,â he said and so I did.Â
âYes.âÂ
In a fast motion, he turns me around and pushes me onto my bed. My chest hit the mattress, even in quickness the touch was so gentle. His fingertips dragged along my back as he moved my hair off of my nightgown.Â
How could I allow myself to get into this situation? How could I allow myself to not want to get out of it? âThis is wrong, morally and strictly. The woman said physical contact between two people is forbidden and punishable by death.âÂ
A tiny raspy laugh escaped him, âTrust me, I outrank that command.â His hands feel around my waist and Iâm about to push them away but he gripped my skin roughly.Â
Michaelâs touch was so delicate yet rough. Again, him being a constant continuation of good and evil. Innocent and tainted. My will couldnât be this lost. I stood up and turned around to face Michael. âI canât do this, it doesnât feelâright.âÂ
Something almost hypnotizing showed in his eyes, âThis is a dream. What do you have to lose? What moral codes are you breaking?âÂ
My mind was filled yet hollowed out. The scales were weighed in my mind and just like the other fools I am inferior to survive withâI fell. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him eagerly. He kissed back way more intensely.Â
Michael pulled away and I watched as his tongue ran along his teeth. âAh, every human remains the same. The only societal vice that stands till the end of time.â His head tilted as his thumb touched my chin and held itself there. âWhat a pity, I hoped you wouldâve proved me wrong.âÂ
A hurt expression washed over my face, âThis isnât a dreamâŚthis is the test?âÂ
âSmart one arenât you.âÂ
I moved away from my bed and slowly backed away, âYouâyou tricked me? I was just a pawn in your experiment.â
Michael followed me in a begging manner, âBut donât you see? You like everyone fell into your needs, and why shy away from that?â His deception rendered me silent. âYou passed.â
A/N
What other characters would you like to see one shot on? I just do my current crushes, but I'll take recommendations. Hope you like this one, it's wordier ngl, I was trying something new.
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I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake
Time stamp: 1:38
My boyfriend was lovelyâhis friend wasnât. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man Iâve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend.Â
Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldnât Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and Iâm sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent heâs exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamyâs, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face.Â
Soon he came out searching for me, âWhat do you want, princess?âÂ
I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, âIâd prefer if you wouldnât call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when theyâre together.âÂ
He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, âRight, whatever you say, princess.âÂ
The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. âokayâcan you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? Iâm aware of how things are, like it or not Iâm one of the smart ones and I think heâs being overworked andââ
Bellamyâs face showed confusion in itself, âMurphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, Iâm who stays up all night, every night.âÂ
I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. âWait, you havenât been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?âÂ
He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. âNo, I donât think anyone has. Weâve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.âÂ
My brain racked everything Murphyâs ever told me since he began âworkingâ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked.Â
I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamyâs chest, I didnât cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did hereâit made you seem weak. And Iâd never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamyâs chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions.Â
Murphyâs voice appeared from behind me but I didnât dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. âI need to talk with her, I can explain!â
Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, âMurphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, sheâll do it later.âÂ
I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didnât care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up.Â
We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didnât know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldnâtâit had to be a grounder.Â
The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends wereâincluding Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since itâs my life on the line.Â
âWhoâs valuable to her?â
What an odd fucking questionâis this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die.Â
Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, âSheâs with me, thatâs my girlfriend.â He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth.Â
âWhat are you willing to give me in turn for her life?âÂ
His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. âWhat do you want?âÂ
The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, âI want Wanheda.â Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? âGive her to me and I wonât kill her.âÂ
âTake me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.â What is he doing? Heâs going to get himself killedâIâm aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamyâs arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately.Â
I wanted to help him but I didnât know how to, Bellamy couldâve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, âDonât,â he demanded while blood ran down his cheek.Â
Why was he willing to do this for me? Weâll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphyâs gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasnât something I wanted to do. But I had toâfor him.Â
Without processing what I did I went to Bellamyâs side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. âI hate you,â I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, âI know,â he said while wincing from getting up too quickly.Â
While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, âWere you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?â
His breath reeks of Montyâs moonshine, âAre you serious? Youâve been cheating on me, Murphy?â
âWere you yes or no?âÂ
Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. âYes,â he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldnât turn my head, Iâd be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy.Â
âFuck you both,â he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet.Â
He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, âWhyâd you do it,â I asked.Â
His fingers traced along my neck, âSave you? Or help you?â
âBoth,â I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior.Â
Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, âbecause we both know I could treat you better,â he whispered into my ear.
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The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake
Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play
Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.
Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived.Â
âDo you always have to disagree with me, Blake?âÂ
He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. âDo you always have to have disagreeable ideasâKane?â He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste.Â
Iâm just thankful he didnât call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, âYouâre such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?âÂ
He glared my way, âYou always keep me aware donât you, princess?âÂ
I fucking hated him, âDonât call me that, Blake.âÂ
âWhat will you do if I say it again?âÂ
My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in.Â
She moved the tent opening away, âWhat is going on?âÂ
Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worstâhe was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. âYour friend is threatening me, O.âÂ
I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, âHe was testing me, Tavia. Itâs his favorite pastime,â I said staring harshly at Bellamy.Â
âHow about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and Iâm sure you can find someone, Bell.âÂ
I gave a half smile, âIâm sure everyâwhatâs the number now?â I made it look like I was deep in thought, âLike 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.âÂ
Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. âO, get out.â
Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out.Â
I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.
âTell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?âÂ
My eyes widened a bit, âIâm sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I canât deal with my emotions correctly?âÂ
He bit his tongue.Â
âI guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly itâs been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.âÂ
Bellamy eyed me, âIs this you trying to offer up, princess?âÂ
My breath was shaky, I scoffed, âGo float yourself.â I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldnât be surprised if he made his way over here.
Murphy made his way over to me, âNeed a partner?âÂ
I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on himâat least not with words. âYes, but I canât promise Iâll go easy on you, Murphy.âÂ
He smiled as he got into his stance, âI didnât expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. Iâm going to have to bring my A-game now.âÂ
I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphyâbut his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously.Â
Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.
âLet me try.â
I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamyâs sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone.Â
He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.
âDamn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,â Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed.Â
Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days.Â
For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. âCâmon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose thisâI can only assume where youâre going to go toâŚor who.â Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before.Â
My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to masterâI kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back.Â
Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didnât move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed.Â
âGuys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fightânow stop,â Octavia warned.Â
We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didnât have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasnât that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive.Â
âOne hit and weâre done,â he said. âBetter make yours count, princess,â he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us.Â
My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. âAre you okay,â he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.
The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. âWhat are we doing,â I whispered, his back covering everyoneâs view of my lips. At best, theyâd hear mumbles.Â
âYour solution to letting your emotions out, remember?â He lightly laughed, âFuck, weâre idiots.â Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, âTruce?âÂ
My brow almost furrowed, âTruce? Does that mean we suddenly donât hate each other?â
He laughed and began to help me up, âNo, definitely not. Youâre still the bane of my being.â
I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, âAnd youâre still the only person I hate in this world.âÂ
Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didnât reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didnât complain or stop them from helping me.Â
âIâll help you to, Abby,â I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddlyâright. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. Iâd be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. âI kicked your ass.âÂ
He laughed as if he didnât have drops of blood on his shirt, âIâd call it a fair fight.âÂ
âIâd call it my win.âÂ
He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. âYou want to finish this?âÂ
I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, âI think weâre probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasnât a training sessionâthat was fighting.âÂ
Bellamyâs gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. âIâm not talking about in the training spot.âÂ
My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.
It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.
"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.
I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."
He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.
I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.
"Fuck," he whispered.
My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."
"I don't want you to."
Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so Iâd be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. âI will be anything but gentle with youââ He paused and stared at my lips. âBut I think you can take it.â
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Hate with attraction - Bellamy Blake
I hated Bellamy and despised him since the beginning. He always had to counter my arguments and disagree with me on every move I made. Every step I tookâhe criticized. The feeling of hatred was mutual, I never failed to return the remarks he made.
           Bellamy brushed past as if I weren't there, yet he still managed to whisper, âYou're falling behind.âÂ
           I picked up my pace as we walked through the forest. The whole hunting group was filled with all my friendsâbesides Bellamy. I shoved him almost into a tree, âCatch up soldier boy.âÂ
My best friend, Octavia turned around while walking, and Bellamy glared at me. âI get Bellamy is an ass but why can't you guys just get along?â
I could feel his stare on me, âYour brother started it on day 1 of coming back to earth. The power mustâve gone to his hollow head, canât say more than thatââ My words were cut off at the sound of arrows flying past us.Â
âGrounders,â Bellamy yelled.Â
Clarke and Monty spread out of their spot because thatâs where most of the fire was, âGuys we have to split up! We all have intercoms so once itâs safe weâll come back together.âÂ
Octavia reached for my hand but missed me by a couple of inches, an arrow grazed my palm and cut me, âJust go,â I yelled. She ran away but was hesitant. I was about to reach for my gun before a hand stopped meâBellamy.Â
âWe have time to run, donât waste your bullets.â
I crouched down with him so no one gets hurt again, âIf you keep ordering me around, Iâm about to waste one.âÂ
He groaned as he grabbed me and we both made a run for it, âKeep this shit up and maybe Iâll throw you to the grounders.âÂ
I pushed him off me as we walked into a tiny cave for cover, âIâd rather be with them than you,â I mumbled.Â
âWhat was that princess,â he asked knowing he heard every word I said. His anger was pissing me off. He ripped a part of his shirt off and began wrapping it around my cut.
âI hate when you call me that.â He only called me that because my father is Kane and he wonât let go that Iâm âprivilegedâ just like Clarke. âI didnât make the rules on the ship, Itâs not my fault thatââ
He pulled hard on the tie he was making causing me to wince in pain, âDonât finish that sentence.â Bellamy glanced up at me then annoyingly back at my cut as he wrapped it to perfectionâI hated how good he was at helping when I needed it. âI know itâs not your fault but your father and every privileged person on that ship let her die for what reason? Because she had one more kid?âÂ
âYou know the rules,â I spoke lowly. It was a sensitive topic and even though I hated his guts and wouldnât mind if he got floated, I did sympathize. I never liked what happened and the fact no one could have siblings. âThe more space taken by more kids wouldâve left us overpopulated Bellââ I paused when talking, his nickname Octavia slipped out so easily.Â
He looked up at me whilst still holding my hand even though the t-shirt bandage was as good as it was going to get. âIâm sorry she was floated, but it was the rules. And you know the Ark was already overpopulated enough. Thatâs why they sent us down here in the first place, the stupid 100 who had to risk their criminalistic lives for the others.â This topic always got me upset, not sad but mad. My father, Jaha, and Clarke's mom, Abby, were all willing to risk our lives as if we were all test subjects.Â
âWe mean nothing to them, thatâs why I was so hell-bent on making sure all of the 100 could survive.â
I rolled my eyes remembering this wasnât a friend I was talking to, âNo, Bellamy you wanted all of us to remove our locators so that you could make sure they didnât come down here because your reckless ass shot Jaha. I understand it was for Octavia but donât act as if youâre some hero.âÂ
He pressed down on my wound before dropping his hand, âI never said I was. You always think youâre better than me.âÂ
I went to punch Bellamy but he moved out of the way, I was always good at hand-to-hand, my father got me a trainer, one of the guards. I knew how to fight, shoot, plant, etc. I was built to survive as if heâs been planning this forever. I smiled as I ducked the attack he threw at me, âYou can only stand your ground because of the training you and Lincoln did together.â I went to kick him but he caught my leg, kicks were the one thing I couldnât get the hang of.Â
âLearn to be faster, princess,â he had a tiny grin on his face as he twisted my leg so I was hopping.Â
Iâd never give him the satisfaction of beating me, I kicked my leg again and got out of his grip. I elbowed him and punched him. His lip began to bleed, he had a smile on his face as his finger touched his lip. âBetter,â he whispered.Â
I went to hit him again but he blocked it and turned me around and kicked behind my leg causing me to fall onto one knee. He grabbed my hair, not too rough to hurt me but enough to move my head so Iâd look up at him. âTrain more and maybe youâll beat me.âÂ
Slowly I rose and hit him at his throat causing him to back up. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough so heâd fuck off. I regained enough strength to cause him to lose his balance, then I got him to hit his back onto the ground. I kept my knee on his chest as I looked down at him, âYouâll never beat me, Bellamy. And I donât think Iâm better than youââ Our breaths filled the cave, âI know I am.âÂ
I stayed with my knee on his chest until he gave me a look that I couldnât comprehend. His lips parted and he moved in to kiss me. I donât know why but I didnât back away, I took my knee off of his chest slowly. His fingers slipped into my hair and he pulled me deeper in. He kissed me roughly and I could taste the hate he held for me. Then he pushed me with a betrayal of a smile, âNever let your guard down, princess.âÂ
I made myself look hurt, he stepped closer and I pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed hesitant but easily fell into it. I bit down on his lip causing him to wince in pain. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, blood was dripping more than before.Â
I pushed him away from me, I hated him now more than before. But God, Iâd kiss him again with hate once more if given the chance. âNever let your guard down, Bell.âÂ
Suddenly Octavia ran into the cave looking frantic, âJesus, did the grounders attack you guys?âÂ
Bellamy and I shared a glance, I turned back to Octavia and smiled as if I wasnât in pain. âNo, no we made it out. Well not without one price to pay,â I said as I held my hand up.Â
Octavia looked shocked, she now realized our words were no longer threats, they were promises. âBellamy,â she said in confusion but also her annoyance was beginning to focus on both of us for being stupid enough to fight each other. âO,â he said while walking past her. I stopped walking so I could talk with Octavia. He turned to me and whispered, âNext time you wonât get off that easily.â I paused, next time?
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