herchoice , nate jacobs.
IS THIS THE KIND OF MAN YOU WANT TO BE ? someone who can be knocked down without consequences ? his father’s words echo in his head as the traitor lands punch after punch. nate snarls and pushes him back, but bellamy’s stronger : his shorter, more muscular physique makes it hard for nate to really get under him and set off his balance. REFUSE TO LOSE. do not surrender this fight. do not let this guy make a fool out of you. TAKE CONTROL, TAKE IT BACK !
nate lands a few punches of his own before the other guards pull bellamy off, but it’s nothing he can be proud of ( and nothing that can be used against him ; it was self defense, he’ll say, guardsman blake attacked me and i had to defend myself. it will be close enough to the truth … not that it matters. honesty comes second to power. ) “ ‘that a fuckin’ death threat ? ” he doesn’t smile : the pressure to be stronger weighs heavy on his shoulders even though everything he’s driven to achieve is an allusion. there is no prize for masculinity, only the burden of maintaining it.
he steps closer, blood screaming and eyes on fire as he corners bellamy. with two guards holding his victim hostage, nate feels a new sense of bravery. power : he’s drunk on it, and he’ll do anything and everything to keep it. he has to be in control. he has to take it. he cannot afford to be weak. “ you’re nothing, ” he whispers, getting dangerously close so that only bellamy and the two other guards will hear him. “ you think we don’t see her walking around in that tight little outfit ? she’s begging to get dicked down, and you fucking fell for it. it’s a strategy, and you’re out here ‘ defending her honor. ’ you’re pathetic. ” nate starts to take a step back, but this isn’t enough. he needs to hit bellamy so hard that the motherfucker never raises a hand to him again. “ maybe i’ll take her for a ride … see if her pussy lives up to the hype. i’ll fuck her like the whore she is, and then kick her ass to the curb. ” he wants to sucker punch the fucking asshole for good measure, but nate’s too smart. if he goes too hard, he’ll lose public favor. he needs to come out of this on top.
“ i’m not falling for it, ” he says louder, working the room to his favor. “ they left us at the mountain ! we got their people free, and then they left us to die. they keep showing us who they are, and we keep falling for it … not this time. you’re letting her use you, and she’s finding out our strengths and weaknesses, and running back to her fucking queen to tell her how to wipe us out. hell, you’re doing it for her ! ” attacking a fellow guardsman was a bad look, no matter how bellamy wants to spin it. “ you do you, man. fuck whoever the hell you want –– but when it puts my people in danger, it becomes my business. the only benefit of this ‘ alliance ’ is that you get laid ––– we can take care of ourselves ! we don’t need them ! ”
it’s a threat and it’s a promise, but bellamy knows better than to make things any worse than they already were. tension on the camp was still high after everything that happened on mount weather and everyone is still recovering from the wounds ( whether they were physical or mental. ) he can’t use his fists to win this fight anymore ––– hell, even his words weren’t doing the trick anymore. they weren’t as sharp as he needed them to be, and he stands at the precipice of choosing where to take this. he had to be smart. he had to come out of this looking at least semi - decent . . . especially since no matter what angle he tries to make this, he’s not going to look like the leader they all needed. bellamy wipes the blood away from his face with the sleeve of his jacket, spitting out the excess blood that’s pooled in his mouth from the blows nate landed.
he doesn’t say anything as he goes on and on about echo and his intentions with the woman, and he grits his teeth as he sits there and takes it. there’s a lot more he wants to do, but he’s paralyzed by his words and the manipulation ––– and he hopes to god it was all talk. if that fucker even thinks about laying a finger on her . . . it makes him sick to his stomach just thinking about the delinquent touching her ( or kissing her, fucking her ––– ) it makes him wonder if maybe there was a little bit of validity in his words: was he just like nate? using her for his own advantage? no, no, no ––– he’s not like nate. he’s not like him at all, was he?
no matter how much he wants to try and argue that it was trikru who left them on the mountain, he knows the majority of them won’t know the difference ( that’s what you get for fucking a grounder, right? ) no, that’s not him. he likes her for her. he liked her before they even slept together ––– before he even had some sort of attraction for her. right? “ look ––– the mountain was a lot for all of us . . . including me. i shouldn’t have gone after you like that, ” he lies, doing his best to keep up a poker face. if it saves face, maybe he won’t look so bad. “ this alliance is our only shot until we get stronger. their army can wipe out the commanders: no question. i know it’s hard, but we can trust them! ” bellamy’s voice carries, reminiscent of earlier times when they first arrived on earth. they listened to him then, right? maybe they’ll listen to him now . . . “ we’ll ensure immunity after this is all over ––– we’ll keep our land, and we can finally have the life we deserve down here! ” the last thing he wanted was for nate jacobs to be a mouthpiece for the rest of them, whether or not he’ll be heard is a completely different story.
