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Bellamy was sure he was going to die.
He was going to die surrounded by armed officers, trapped in a stinking old warehouse with his powers pretty much useless and worst of all, with his little sister half-conscious and bleeding out in his arms.
"Hang in there O, we're gonna get out of here." Bellamy muttered as he carried Octavia bridal style. She had a wound gushing wound on her side, no doubt from one of the men currently hunting them down. A bullet wound from the looks of it.
"Bell, just leave me and go. I can handle myself." Octavia mumbled, weakly trying to escape his grip.
"No way in hell." Bellamy muttered in reply, desperately looking for any kind of escape route.
"Bell, we're surrounded...if we get caught we will be in hell." Octavia moaned, hand trembling as it tried to keep blood from seeping out of her bullet wound.
"Just shut up, I'm gonna find a way out of this okay?" Bellamy adjusted his grip, careful not to move his sister too much. There had to be some sort of way they could escape without being seen, he considered the sewers but getting Octavia down there would be near impossible and the danger of infecting her wound was too great to risk. If Octavia got sick Bellamy had no way to help her. He considered climbing onto the roof but the sounds of the helicopters outside crushed those thoughts. He could try to fight back, but telekinesis could only get you so far in a gunfight.
"Bellamy and Octavia Blake," Bellamy cursed when he heard the voice coming from outside, it was one of the officers talking through a loudspeaker. "We have you surrounded, surrender now or you will be apprehended by force!"
Bellamy and Octavia had been on the run for several months now, after they were discovered during a surprise powers search by the authorities. Their mother had been arrested for 'harbouring dangerous weapons' and executed on site. It was only through luck that Bellamy managed to escape with Octavia. They had travelled from city to city after that, trying their best to stay conspicuous and out of the radar.
Today their luck had run out.
Octavia had gone on a quick morning flight to stretch her wings outside the warehouse when someone spotted her and called in the military. They had shot her down and surrounded the building.
Bellamy had warned her about flying during the day.
"Come out and surrender now!" The voice commanded once more.
"Go float yourselves!" Octavia yelled back, wincing as her wound bled more.
There was a silence before the voice said, "Then we have no choice but to use force.”
Bellamy's heart raced as he heard the doors to the warehouse being kicked in. He looked around, trying to find the best hiding places amongst the mostly empty shipping crates. He found one that was filled with empty, slightly mouldy cardboard boxes and lay Octavia down in it, stacking the boxes as best he could to hide her.
"Stay here." He whispered to her, making sure she still had the cloth to put pressure on the wound.
"I'm not going anywhere captain." She whispered back sarcastically.
Bellamy ignored her and quickly snuck back out into the warehouse, he could hear the officers navigating their way through the maze of shipping containers.
Bellamy used the shadows to his advantage, keeping a close watch for any officers that might come near Octavia's hiding place.
Peeking around a shipping container, he saw one of the officers. He wore tactical body armour and carried a large rifle. Bellamy breathed in, concentrating on gathering his power. There was a tiny pause before the door to one of the shipping containers swung open, slamming into the unknowing officer and sending him flying.
Bellamy smirked before peeking around the other corner, another officer was coming his way to see what had happened. When the officer came close, Bellamy used his power to slam another door into the officer, knocking him out immediately. He used this opportunity to grab the officer's gun, at least now he had a fighting chance.
Bellamy's ears picked up the sound of footsteps, he held his breath, cocking the gun and silently stepping around to where the footsteps were coming from.
"Bellamy Blake." Bellamy swung around at the sound of the mysterious whisper, his gun locked and loaded.
"Who's there?" He whispered back, scanning around him for any officers. "Show yourself!"
There was a bit of a chuckle that was too close for Bellamy's comfort, he jerked away as he felt a warm rush of air on the back of his neck.
"Stop messing with me! Show yourself!" Bellamy hissed, jumping behind the corner of the shipping container he was hiding behind as a pair of officers passed by.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The voice replied again, it was a woman, Bellamy realised. "I'm one of you, and I'm here to help, Bellamy Blake."
"You're invisible aren't you? Why don't you show yourself?" Bellamy slowly made his way closer to Octavia's crate, careful to look out for any officers that may come looking.
"Ssh, just listen to me. There's no way you can win this fight yourself, just go into the crate with your sister and hide. Let us handle this." The woman answered, he felt someone - an invisible someone - shove him towards the crate.
"Wait, who's 'us'?" Bellamy asked, he got no answer as he was shoved into the crate, the door shutting behind him.
"Bell?" Octavia called out, voice nothing but a faint whisper. "Who are you talking to?"
Bellamy rushed to her side, making sure his steps were quiet. "Just an invisible woman...how are you holding up?"
Octavia gave him a disbelieving look, she opened her mouth to retort sarcastically when there was a scream from outside the crate.
"What the fuck?" A voice shouted, followed by a large thud.
"More powers!" A deep voice growled, "Look out!"
There were more shouts and more thuds and even a large bang. After a few minutes, there was nothing but silence and the door to the crate creaked open. A pretty blonde girl peeked her head in, Bellamy instinctively put himself between her and Octavia.
The girl stepped inside slowly, hands up in the universal gesture for peace. "Are you two Bellamy and Octavia Blake?"
Bellamy narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Who wants to know?"
The girl stopped, giving him a calm look. "My name is Clarke Griffin and I'm here to help you and your sister." She slowly extended her arm, hand open.
Bellamy walked forward from behind the cardboard boxes and warily shook it, still eyeing the pretty girl cautiously. "Help us how?"
There was a bit of a scuffle behind him and Bellamy turned to see Octavia leaning against the wall of the shipping container, breathing heavily. Clarke's eyes widened at the wound on Octavia's side and she began to make her way towards her when Bellamy stepped forward.
"Don't." He said simply, he didn't know if he could trust her yet, what if she was some spy? A mole for the authorities?
Clarke looked up at him sternly, "Your sister is injured and I am a healer, if you're smart you can figure out that I'm the only option you have if you want to save her.”
Bellamy hesitated for a moment before relenting, "Fine, but if anything happens to her I won’t hesitate to kill you."
Clarke gave him a small nod before walking over to Octavia. She helped his sister settle back onto the floor, slipping her own jacket off to use as a cushion.
"Just let me take a look at it, alright?" Clarke crouched over Octavia, gently prying her fingers from the wound and lifting her shirt to inspect it. Bellamy had to force himself to look away from it, it was swollen and gushing with blood.
"How long ago did this happen?" Clarke asked patiently, Octavia exhaled slowly.
"Around 20 or 25 minutes ago I guess..." She hissed in pain, her breathing was beginning to get shallow. "I managed to pull the bullet out..."
"This isn't going to take too long, but I'm going to need you to stay still...it may sting a little." Clarke instructed carefully, Octavia nodded, closing her eyes.
Bellamy watched with interest as Clarke rubbed her palms together, creating a luminous red aura around her hands. Slowly, Clarke held her hands above Octavia's wound, a look of total concentration on her face.
Octavia began to wince in pain, whimpering slightly. Bellamy's eyebrows knit into a scowl, "What are you doing to her?"
Clarke didn't look away from her work, "I have to destroy all the bacteria in and around the wound so that it doesn't get infected." She explained, "If I don't do this, the chances of it getting worse are quite high."
Bellamy stood and watched, enraptured by the event that was happening before him. He had never witnessed healing as a power before.
After a few more seconds, Clarke closed her palms, exterminating the red aura. "Now, I have to heal the skin and internal organs." She rubbed her palms together again but this time, a blue aura appeared instead of the red one.
Clarke placed her hands above Octavia's wound again, but this time, Bellamy could see the skin and tissue knitting itself back together. A minute later and Clarke extinguished the blue glow around her hands. She stood up, looking back up at Bellamy. "This is enough for now, but she'll need to come back for a few more sessions to make sure it's all completely healed, inside and out."
"Thank you." Bellamy stated simply, unsure what to say.
"You'll want to meet the other people who wish to help you." Clarke cleared her throat and walked towards the exit of the shipping container, she pushed the two doors wide open. Bellamy looked and saw two other people, another girl with brunette hair and wild eyes and a tall, dark boy with a brooding look.
"These are my colleagues, Lincoln, Lexa and Anya." Clarke explained, pointing to the two people outside.
"Where's the third?" Bellamy asked.
"Right here." A familiar voice whispered behind him.
Bellamy yelped and swung around, at first there was nothing behind him but suddenly a tall young woman appeared out of nowhere.
" That's Anya...Anya, be nice." Clarke chided, smiling slightly in amusement.
"Apologies, I just can't help it." She said unapologetically.
"Now I know you're suspicious but we have to leave before more officers come" Clarke said seriously, walking out of the shipping container.
"Where to? And how? Octavia's not in the best shape to go on a long walk."
"We've got a van outside." Clarke explained, "If you can follow me..."
"What about Octavia?" Bellamy asked, looking back at his sister worriedly.
"I can carry her." The tall boy, Lincoln, stepped forward, surprising Bellamy who realised that he had not heard the boy speak before.
Bellamy was about to say no when Clarke stepped in, "You can trust him, he wouldn't hurt a fly...unless it killed several people."
Bellamy still felt unsure but didn't argue when Lincoln slowly and carefully picked Octavia up bridal-style. She looked tiny and fragile in his bulky, muscled frame.
As Bellamy followed the group out of the warehouse and to the back where the van was apparently waiting, the other girl - Lexa - leaned in to whisper in Clarke's ear. Clarke didn't reply, but when they got to the van outside, Bellamy could see that her face had gone red.
Bellamy got into the back of the van, sitting on the seats on the side. Lincoln followed him, carefully placing Octavia down onto the seats across from him and softly but securely fastening the seatbelts.
"Thank you." Bellamy muttered as the other boy sat next to him, Lincoln nodded mutely in reply. Bellamy jerked in surprise as Anya suddenly appeared next to him, smirking once again at his shock.
Bellamy leaned back as the van began to drive with Clarke at the wheel.
He had never realised how tired he was, it wasn't too long until he fell into an uneasy but much-needed sleep.