bellamy blake (whoweneedtobe) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-01-03 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 100: clarke griffin (borninspace) |
who: Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, and Lexa
what: Bellamy goes to find Clarke and rescue her from Lexa. Things do not go well. Predictably.
when: This evening
where: The forest outside town to start.
rating: TBD, at least PG-13 for violence.
Bellamy tried to fight the sense that he was unraveling. He had to keep focused and he had to keep his mind clear if he wanted this to work. Things were just happening so fast and they were happening outside of his control. He hated it. Every fiber of his being railed against the loss of control and he had to do something. Finn was trying. That woman Emma was trying. And he was just left reeling. Octavia (one of the two of them - a reminder which sent his mind reeling a different way) offered to help and that was great. But he couldn't let her get hurt. He couldn't let Lexa hurt her for him. Not even for Clarke. If anyone was going to take damage for this, it was going to be him. He wasn't going to just stand aside. His hands had been tied with Finn, but that wasn't the case now. Lexa was one grounder, not a thousand.
It was surprisingly easy to get the gun from the Sheriff's Department. Part of him thought he'd be caught and part of him knew he would probably lose his brand-new job for it, but there was zero hesitation as Bellamy slipped in, grabbed the handgun, and walked right back out. Maybe he deserved the place he'd taken on the drop ship after all. This was just like that, really. It was the second time he'd picked up a gun to do whatever it took to get to the person he cared about. Only this time, it wasn't Octavia. It was Clarke.
He wasn't sure of the exact moment it happened, but somewhere between watching Charlotte plummet to her death and Clarke throwing herself at him at Camp Jaha, the blonde had worked her way to sit squarely beside Octavia in his... he wouldn't say heart, because that made it way too real in a way that was far too uncomfortable. Was he prepared to give himself up for Clarke? No. Octavia was still breathing. But as he checked the clip in the gun, he knew he was ready to kill for her. Like he told her, this wasn't happening. He wasn't going to let it. His... whatever she was to him, his responsibility. Finn's life wasn't worth Clarke's. Emma was going to take to long. You couldn't reason with grounders, but she didn't want to see it that way. If she wanted to think she was some kind of savior, fine. But she wasn't Clarke's savior. He wasn't going to let some authority figure sweep in and take over what he was so desperately trying to cling onto. Kane did it. Abby Griffin did it. He would be damned if he let Emma Swan do it. Enough was enough.
Bellamy wasn't a tracker like Finn, but the place was only so big. Octavia's idea had been a sound one - split up and search - but Bellamy knew that if he found Lexa first, he wasn't going to wait for his sister. She could be angry about it later, but at least she would be safe. He told Emma the grounder was unarmed, but who knew what kind of weapons she had fashioned since she got here. He found a stream and decided to stick to that, following along the bed. She needed a water source. His heart was pounding, the rhythm deafening in his ears, drowning out the bubbling of the stream and his footsteps crunching through the leaves. He didn't care if she heard him coming - a commander wouldn't be the type to hide, anyway.
What if I'm too late? was the singular thought in his mind. What was he supposed to tell everyone if they went back? What was he supposed to tell his sister or Raven or Finn? He was supposed to be the leader. They were supposed to be his responsibility. And Clarke... the thought of finding her in any situation remotely like what happened to Finn made his chest tighten painfully.
It took longer than he wanted, but he finally picked up a trail worn by the stream and he followed it to a small cave system. A hard, discerning look helped him see the signs of human life and Bellamy finally felt his anxiety slip away into the fury that he was so easily capable of. "LEXA!" his voice boomed out, bouncing off the stone entrance to the caves. She had no guards to do the talking for her this time. He cocked the gun, safety off, and aimed it toward the caves. "I know you're here," he called out again, voice gravelly with anger and determination.