Who: Bellamy (Narrative or OPEN) & Steve What: The aftermath of facing Angelus When: Bendy Where: Angelus' dumping ground Warnings: Just talk of dead bodies and gross stuff, nothing big as of now. TBD though. Notes: Angelus/Bellamy vaguery with permission from Maeg <3
Bellamy's eyes opened and the overwhelming stench of blood, gore and decomposing bodies assaulted his nostrils. He pushed his arms out, his fingers grasping something, not sure what it was at first but it was an arm. He automatically pushed away and a body went tumbling, only to have another fall on top of him. His body was sore and he thought that maybe his leg was broken, but he continued to push and try and kick at whatever was on top of him, holding him down. It was bodies. Piles of bodies. He tried to remember it all, wondering how it came to this. Why wasn't he dead? He didn't have a death wish, but he remembered very clearly that he thought he was going to die. That this was it, but he was breathing and he was struggling and he couldn't move.
And you will be killed because of your arrogance. The words that Lincoln said haunted him. Bellamy thought he deserved it. He went looking for Angelus for a fight. He had heard vampires were strong, they were fast - of course Bellamy didn't stand a chance and maybe that was what he deserved. In Bellamy's mind, he and Angelus weren't that different. They were killers, murderers and right now, it was as if the entire army that Lexa had sent for protection of his people, the very same army that Bellamy stood by and helped murdered was on top of him, holding him down.
He fought harder, pushing himself through limbs and even detached body parts and he screamed out as he forcefully pushed through the pain just to free himself. How he was alive, he didn't know. With each burst of energy, it was quickly replaced with the feeling that he couldn't go on, but he continued until he was able to sit up. He hissed in pain, bringing his hand up to his neck, but the bite mark was the least of his worries. It was his leg.
Do you have weapons? "Where the hell am I?" He barely whispered as he looked around. It was like a chunk of his memory was gone because he couldn't put the time with the place, but it was as if he was dumped and left to die. Something else he probably deserved at this point. He felt his hip - his gun was gone. It didn't work anyway. Nothing worked. He had no idea how to fight a vampire, he just knew that he wanted to. He wanted to be the one to do something good. Redemption? Possibly and if it went horribly wrong, then maybe it was a way to get what was coming to him. Because he deserved that and worse.
He cried out, pushing himself up, his hands using the bodies around him to steady him until he was on his feet. "God damn," he breathed out. There was nothing but sharp pains running up and down his leg, but that was okay. He felt pain. That was good. If he didn't, then there would have been a problem. He shuffled, trying to pull himself away from the bodies.
Do you seriously think you stand a chance against a vampire? The answer was pretty clear and Bellamy didn't know whether to feel good that he had survived, or wish that Angelus would have just finished him off. He was dead to his sister - not that it really mattered. Bellamy would still do whatever he could do to protect her and even if he had failed here, he would still continue. Of course, Angelus was just an excuse. It was a stupid excuse to feel something. He used what little bit of strength he had and pushed himself through the cave, toward the opening and it wasn't until he was outside and could at least smell fresh air with a hint of corpses, his leg gave out and he fell back down to the Earth and everything went black once again.