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She wonders if she would die here, tied to a chair, two stab wounds made by simple medical equipment like scalpels. Abby steps in front of her, giving her an evil grin. She had to remind herself again, my mother isn’t herself anymore, her mind is in the City of Light.
“Give me the flame, Clarke, and all this will be over.” Abby says, with a robotic voice resembling ALIE.
“No. Never!” Clarke screamed defiantly.
“I didn't have to resort to this, Clarke.” Abby said to her, then turning to the guards. “Her friends are her weakness. Start with Bellamy Blake.”
They dragged Bellamy out, his arms bound behind his back. The doors creak open as they enter, Bellamy held tight between the steel grip of the two guards, but he walks forward with deliberate slowness, chin up, straight backed and proud even in the face of death. At any other time she would bite back a smile, because that was so Bellamy; hard headed and tenacious, but now it makes her stomach drop and eyes burn. She thinks back to what Raven told her that night, when she was still possessed by ALIE. Poison to everyone around you. Maybe it's true, maybe she’s the monster who can’t do anything but hurt people.
There is a big bruise on his cheek, most likely a mark of his recent capture. As he was dragged out, he screamed, “Please! I need to see Clarke! Please!” He came out and the guards tied him to two poles on the other end of the room. Upon seeing Clarke, he let out a sigh of relief. He tried to struggle but they were too strong. They bound both of his hands to the poles and left him arching forward.
Her name nearly drops from his lips when the guard pulls his head by his dark curls, and he hisses through clenched teeth.
“Bellamy…” She whimpers, not daring to look him straight in the eye. “Bellamy, I’m so sorry.”
Ontari steps behind him, smug grin on her face. “The flame, Clarke. I’m sure you know where it is, so hand it over.”
“You know I can’t do that”
“Then today, Bellamy Blake will die.” Clarke had to suppress a shiver at Ontari’s words.
Bellamy starts shaking his head, signaling to Clarke not to hand the flame over. He would never let Clarke hand them the flame, because he knew what would happen if she does. But he also knows what would happen if she doesnt hand them the flame, and it may cost him his life. They place a gag in his mouth
With that, a grounder pulls out a knife from the bag of weapons he brought in. Bellamy’s eyes meet Clarke’s for a brief moment, and from that one look she could see the fear and pain in his eyes. But she also sees hope.
Without warning, the grounder swipes the knife hard against Bellamy’s thigh, sending blood seeping through his pants. His eyes widen and he screams, but it is muffled by the gag. He tries to say something, but Clarke can’t hear it because of the gag muffling his words.
“Remove the gag. She needs to hear him scream.” Abby commands. Ontari pulls the gag out of his mouth and he breathes heavily. Clarke’s head is lowered as she could not bear to see the boy she loves suffer.
“Just remember, Clarke, you could have prevented this.” Abby grabs her chin and pulls it up to make her face Bellamy, body arching forward. “Just hand the flame over, and we won’t touch him anymore.”
“No! Clarke don’t…” Bellamy groans. Just as this happened, the grounder raises his staff and crashes it hard onto Bellamy’s shoulder. A loud crack sound could be heard but Bellamy just whimpers in agony. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream. A grounder lifted his fist and planted it into Bellamy’s stomach. His faces scrunches up in pain but he does not scream.
“Please, please stop hurting him, I’ll give you the flame!” Clarke pleaded. Abby’s eyes lighted up.
“Clarke, no. Don’t. I’ll be okay. I can take this. You need to...” Bellamy gasped when the grounder punched him in the stomach six times consecutively. He hung in between the bars, his whole body leaning forward, about to slip into unconsciousness.
Enraged, Abby picked up a six-inch knife from the bag. It shined in the light. Clarke could sense Bellamy’s body tense at the sight of the knife. She ran it over his right bicep, the part of the body he was most sensitive to. The knife dug deeper and deeper into his flesh as she ran the knife along his arms, applying more and more force. He squirmed and grit his teeth, whole body shaking from the immense pain. His blood dripped down to the ground. He choked on his desperate sobs.
Just then, Kane steps in. Clarke thought he was here to save them, but instead, he stood beside Abby, and took a knife for himself. Bellamy, now panting hard to keep his composure, grit his teeth and groaned when Kane ran the knife down his collarbone, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
“Oh so you think that if you keep from screaming you will keep Clarke from breaking? We’ll see about that.” Kane smirked. He took the knife and pressed it into the wound he made before, causing Bellamy to scream. He could not contain his blood-curdling scream as it pierced the air, giving Clarke shivers down her spine. She could only watch as Bellamy screamed and struggled under Kane’s wrath, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
“Hand the flame over, or your friend can continue suffering.” Abby said in the same robotic voice. Clarke shakes her head, tears moistening her cheeks. As she continued to resist, Kane said, “Oh, Clarke. You don’t know when to give in, dont you? Don’t you have enough blood on your hands already? Do you really want him to die because of you?” Clarke’s eyes welled up with tears as she hears Kane’s words, and also Bellamy’s screams which echoed through the room as Abby continued slicing at his skin, causing blood to seep through his shirt, dying it red.
He was about to finish it all off. He held a gun to Bellamy’s head, threatening to shoot. Bellamy was shaking with fear, his eyes closed as if trying to brace himself for the shot which would kill him.
Right at this time, Murphy, Octavia, Jasper and Emori burst into the room, each tackling the people surrounding Bellamy while Octavia came to free Clarke from the pole she was tied to. She went over to untie Bellamy, shocked when she saw how weak her brave Big Brother had become. However, they were a tad too late as Kane still pulled the trigger. Thankfully, the bullet hit his stomach, not his head. Bellamy used his hand to grab at the wound, his hands blood stained red. Clarke rushed over as he lay on the ground, Octavia by his side. He was slipping out of consciousness. Clarke removed her jacket and wrapped it around Bellamy’s wound. It helped to stop the bleeding a little. They had to get out of here quick.
Bellamy cannot die. She would not let him.