Wᴇ Cᴏᴍᴇ Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ - Tʜᴇ 100 Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ x OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: Dᴏ As Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ Tᴏʟᴅ
Masterlist
Rating: Mature - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Episodes: Earth Kills
Summary: Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ Bʟᴀᴋᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Iɴᴅɪɢᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇs: ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ. Uɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ.
Fandom: CW’s The 100
Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake
This fic is currently going through rewrites, so chapters will be updated as I get to them. My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee
Warnings: Mature content. Mentions of past non-consent, sexual threat language, sex, self harm, mentions of backstory suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use, suicide attempt (marked on relevant chapter).
Chapter Ten
Confidence amongst my students had grown in the few days since Bellamy discovered them, but attendance had declined. Though I suspected that a minority had dropped out to protect their chances with him, I was aware that building a wall was the current priority. All of the men were now assigned to assisting with this project and many of the girls had volunteered to manage the tasks that were unmanned in the meantime.
Although I was glad to be relieved from my teaching duties, once I increased my time in camp I began to notice that an alarming number of the male workers were heaving bruised. On closer examination, it was clear that their injuries were a result of my techniques and I approached Octavia to investigate.
“The girls are standing up for themselves, just like you taught them.” She breezed casually, seeming as if she weren’t at all concerned and I glanced around as I made a mental count of the culprits.
“You and Bellamy are so alike.” Octavia chuckled, prompting me to snap my gaze back at her in confusion. “The first thing he noticed was how many of them had needed a stern answer. Mostly, he just finds it hilarious, though. He said it won’t be long until you and your army of women warriors take over. Say the word and I’m totally down to make it happen.” She laughed as she playfully punched me on the arm.
“He said that?” I asked, unsure if Bellamy’s comment was as off hand as she’d taken it. I certainly didn’t want the responsibility of leading this camp and I’d hate for him to think that’s what I was after.
“Yeah! Honestly, I think you’re the only person that he could joke about taking over.” She smiled mischievously again and I groaned.
The constant insinuations were already becoming tiring and I couldn’t imagine what was inspiring them. Every interaction that I had with Bellamy seemed to further fuel her insane beliefs and I was baffled that she would want there to be anything between her best friend and her brother.
“You know, I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.” I remarked, running a hand through my hair in stress and she furrowed her brows in confusion. “Maybe he just thinks that I’m not a credible threat?” I clarified in an attempt to return the conversation to a serious tone.
“Well, if that’s the case he’d be wrong.” She smiled confidently and I shook my head at her in amusement. “You fixed the problem, Indigo. You should be proud.” She asserted, squeezing my shoulder supportively before she headed off to check on Jasper.
The camp was bustling with activity and without the classes to keep me occupied, I checked in with a few groups of workings to see if I could assist with anything. As the tasks were being organised by the guys, I couldn’t help suspecting that they were underestimating my strength due to my size, but I was content to accept my assignment of collecting water.
Despite knowing that there were plenty of dangers, I couldn’t deny that there was a peaceful sensation as I strolled through the forest. The chaos of events since we had arrived had distracted us from the simple pleasures of our new surroundings and after spending a lifetime in a space station, every simple detail was fascinating.
Forcing myself to be present in the moment, I relished the feeling of the wind in my hair, the sound of the leaves beneath my feet and I put my hands in the water to feel the stream flowing. Alone by the water, everything was quiet and I allowed myself a few minutes of serenity to recharge from the chaos of life with 100 other criminal kids.
Once I was ready to return, I filled a bucket and started walking towards camp, moving at a leisurely pace as I stared up at the trees in wonder. A chill ran down my spine, sending my senses into overdrive and I noticed the sound of footsteps behind me. Though I whirled around, I couldn’t move quickly enough to catch my follower before they reached me.
When I turned, I was almost face to face with a young man who stood alarmingly close. He towered over me at roughly the same height as Bellamy and was heavy set with broad shoulders. His buzz cut only exaggerated the sharpness of his features and there was something in his eyes that unnerved me.
“Shit, you scared me.” I breathed as I gripped the bucket of water that I’d almost dropped in my startle and tried to keep my tone light, despite my annoyance. He sneered at me, seeming pleased with himself as he surveyed me with his hands comfortably in his pockets.
“I didn’t think anything scared you.”
He spoke in a low drawl that made me immediately uneasy, stepping closer to me in a confident manner and I scanned him in confusion. There was nothing familiar about him, from either camp or the Skybox and I couldn’t understand why he was addressing me as if we were friends.
“Do I know you?” I interrogated as I took a step back to regain some distance.
The maroon bomber jacket that he wore confirmed that he was a member of our camp, but there were few faces that caught my interest on the Ark and even fewer that I’d invested any effort into knowing since our arrival on Earth. Protecting Octavia kept me busy enough and the only men that I’d come to know the names of were her romantic interests.
He flashed me a menacing smile as he stepped into my space again and I instinctively attempted to step back. Instead of gaining any distance between us, my foot bumped into a tree and I realised that I was trapped.
“No. But I know you.” He smirked as his gaze roamed over my body and there was something in his movements and demeanour that made my stomach lurch.
“You’re the one they all think is a murderer.” He trailed off as he stepped into my personal space with a strange fascination in his eyes.
“I am.” I confirmed sternly.
My body tensed without my permission in response to his threatening behaviour. Though I was unable to calculate exactly what he desired from me, I knew without a doubt that it wasn’t anything I was willing to give and for the first time, it seemed as if confirmation of my crime might protect me rather than antagonise.
“I’ve never met another murderer.”
His words caused a chill to rapidly pass through my entire body and I knew that I had found myself in a dangerous situation. I’d always been aware that there were likely others in the Skybox with crimes as severe as mine, people whose motives were far darker than my own, but I’d discovered that most of the people who made this claim were overcompensating for some perceived weakness. The most dangerous people behind bars had no need to boast about their actions. There was something unspoken about them that caused other inmates to fear them without knowing why and I detected this sensation in the man who stood before me.
“Of course, there were plenty of fakers. Everybody wants the respect behind bars, when most of them were petty thieves. I’ve been wondering for a while if you were the same. Never seen you do anything particularly intimidating.” The stranger continued as he was thinking out loud and I realised that he was alarmingly close to me as his dark eyes met mine. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like me.” He drawled as he reached toward me and I smacked his hand away.
“Back off.” I ordered in a low growl that I hoped would intimidate him, but instead he smiled widely, as if he was elated by my reaction.
“There’s that fire!” He exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes alight with passion and I gulped down my fear. “You might actually be the real deal.”
“I am the real deal.” I spat, feeling my heart hammering in my chest at his bizarre attitude. “Walk away and I won’t hurt you.” I warned as I realised that the bucket would slow movement to reach the knife in the back of my trousers and I noticed that his hand hovered under his jacket.
“That’s perfect.” He sneered, leaning his face closer to mine. “I don’t know if you realise how many guys in camp would love to fuck the dangerous girl. You’re like a fiery little present that they can’t wait to unwrap. It’s a shame that you’ll be too hooked on me for any of them to have a chance. Now, you can either be a good girl and do as you’re told, or you can make my day and try to fight.”
The bucket dropped to the ground, sending droplets of water flying through the air and he pinned me to the tree with such force that it knocked the air out of my lungs. His hands explored my body roughly, tugging at my clothes and though I tried to scream, I was still too winded to make a sound. My head spun as I willed myself to remember any of the self defence that I practiced, but the sharp squeezing of my attackers hands on my figure wouldn’t allow me to concentrate.
Memories of my mother flooded my mind, as I recalled the many attacks that she endured within our home whilst I hid in the next room. Countless nights of my childhood were spent comforting my mother as she cried from nightmares, or treating her injuries so that she wouldn’t raise questions by attending medical. At the time, I was frustrated that she didn’t defend herself, or tell someone about the abuse of power that the guard held over her, but as terror flooded my veins and I found myself paralysed, I finally understood.
Fingers threaded under the lower hem of my shirt, attempting to reach the bare skin beneath and the contact jolted me from my shock. Hot, unhinged anger overtook me as I fought against him with all of the strength that I could muster and now that I was challenging his control, he paused his assault to focus on containing me.
“That’s it. Fight me, baby.” My assailant taunted as he easily pushed my arms down to my side and crushed me to the tree.
Unwilling to surrender, I experienced a moment of clarity as I managed to free one of my legs and raised my knee into his groin sharply. A pained wheeze escaped his lips as he released some of the pressure on his grasp, but my arms remained trapped beneath him. I wiggled frantically with the new range of movement that I’d gained and when that failed to allow me to escape, I impulsively sunk my teeth into his shoulder. He howled in a mixture of pain and shock, allowing enough pressure to lift from my stomach that I took a deep breath of air and screamed at the top of my voice, throwing him away from me.
As soon as I was free of his hold, I snatched the makeshift dagger from the back of my trousers and crouched into a defensive stance. The blade glinted in the sunlight as I pointed it at him, bouncing lightly on my feet so that I would be ready to move at a moment's notice and as he straightened up, a wicked smile filled his haunting face.
“You really are a challenge!” The stranger laughed darkly and dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. “You think you can stop me with that?” He spat, gesturing at my weapon dismissively and I noticed that the excitement in his eyes had reached new heights.
“I know that I can. If you take another step, I will kill you.” I threatened as I gripped the dagger so hard that my knuckles turned white.
My captor snorted with laughter at my promise and took a mocking step forward. I didn’t hesitate in lunging at him, swinging the knife wildly to ensure that he couldn’t approach with a side step either and although he jumped back to avoid it, there was no fear in his movement.
“Don’t fucking test me!” I roared furiously as I braced myself for an attack and it took every ounce of willpower to conceal the terror that I felt, whilst he simply smiled as if this were little more than a game.
The sound of frantic footsteps echoed in the distance, seeming to be responding to my screams at last and I held my ground to ensure that I didn’t allow an opportunity for an attack. Pacing around in an antagonising manner, it was clear that my attacker hadn’t noticed the approaching threat and I knew that it was crucial I controlled my temper to hold him off until help arrived. In this moment, I felt the familiar wild anger that had fuelled the murder of my mothers attacker and I recognised that I was at risk of becoming reckless.
For a second, I was sure I heard my name being called as the movement grew closer and I took my attention from the man before me momentarily to notice a blurred figure closing in on us. Exploiting my distraction, my opponent grabbed my wrist and painfully disarmed me by twisting my arm back on itself. I cried out in pain and as my blade landed on the ground, I was struck across the face with an overwhelming force.
My hands and knees crashed into the dirt and although I was dazed, I forced myself back to my feet, narrowly avoiding being pinned down. Though I attempted to shove him away, I was too weak and he managed to grip my shoulders tightly, before a blur of black pummelled into him.
It was a struggle to focus on the scene beside me as the stranger crashed into the dirt and I gradually understood that Bellamy was pinning him down, slogging him repeatedly in the face with fury. After a few hits I pulled on his shoulder to stop him, but no matter how much I pleaded with him to calm down, he continued to pound on my assailant until he was bleeding from every orifice and hardly able to breath.
“Bellamy, stop!” I yelled desperately, yanking on his jacket. “You’ll kill him!” I screeched as I gripped his arm and strained to pull him to his feet.
Bellamy still stared down at his target for a few moments later, as if he were struggling to wake from a trance and when I could finally tear his focus away, he immediately whipped around to face me with visible concern.
“Are you hurt?” He breathed, before his eyes widened at the sight of me. “Shit. Look at what he did to your face!” He gasped as he carefully pushed my hair back and ran a hand over the cheekbone where I was struck. I flinched in pain even under his delicate touch and he gritted his teeth in anger.
“What the fuck happened?!” He growled in a low tone, as if he were battling to remain calm and as I opened my mouth to answer, we were interrupted.
“She’s a crazy bitch that’s what happened!” My attacker choked between breaths and it was clear that he intended to make a show of seeming utterly bewildered by this situation.
“She made me think that she wanted it, but as soon as we were alone, she attacked me!” He spat, barely able to stay standing following the extensive damage that Bellamy had inflicted on him.
People were gathering in the clearing to watch the encounter with confusion and I struggled to organise my thoughts whilst under such scrutiny. It was difficult enough to recount what I had just experienced, but the concept of doing so before an audience was utterly overwhelming.
Bellamy studied me closely, a deep sense of sympathy in his eyes and I was relieved to find that he didn’t seem fooled by the story he’d been given. He turned back to my attacker with a furious expression.
“Whatever happened, it seems like things were getting pretty out of control here. I saw you hit her.” Bellamy stated accusingly, only receiving a disinterested shrug in return. “She’s tiny! It wouldn’t have taken much to contain her, but instead you knocked her around, threw her to the ground. What I saw didn’t look much like self defence.” He exclaimed in disbelief and I noticed people whispering in the crowd, seeming as if they couldn’t decide who to believe.
“I was giving her what she deserved, dirty little fucking tease. She’s lucky-”
A sadistic smile filled the strangers face as he addressed me, but it was quickly wiped away when Bellamy lunged forward to grab him by the throat, lifting him into the air with the force of his rage.
“Shut the fuck up!” He snarled and I flinched at veracity in his voice.
People who had just arrived gasped in shock, noticing the state of the man that Bellamy was strangling and after allowing him a few oxygen deprived moments of panic, he threw him to the ground. The moment the miscreant's feet touched the dirt, he scampered back in the direction of camp and it was entirely clear that he was petrified of Bellamy.
“Anyone else who tries to put their hands on Indigo will be dealing with me. Is that clear?!” Bellamy scathed, turning back to the crowd with his hands shaking in anger.
Words couldn’t describe my shock as I observed the extent of Bellamy’s fury and I could hardly believe that he had made such a protective statement about me. When Murphy had disrespected Octavia, I thought I had seen the peak of Bellamy’s temper, but the emotion that I witnessed in this moment completely overshadowed it. He seemed barely able to contain it, as he regarded the watching crowd with a spiteful glare.
Under the threat of his gaze, people began to disperse and once we’d regained some relative privacy, he returned his attention to me. As he drew closer, he took a few deep breaths and I could recognise the effort that he invested into softening his voice to address me.
“Hey. Are you okay?” He enquired as he inspected me with soft, sympathetic eyes and I couldn’t seem to form a response at first.
Relentless shaking dominated my body as I struggled to catch my breath and my face throbbed from the impact of the punch that I had just endured. I couldn’t imagine the state of my appearance, but the faint, cold sensation that I was feeling allowed me to realise that I was likely even paler than usual.
At the least, I was relieved that I’d been hit on the opposite side from my previous black eye that had only just healed, but I couldn’t yet tell if I had sustained any other injuries. Shock numbed much of my feelings, making it challenging for me to process them and I attempted to force a confident expression as I peered up at Bellamy.
“Yeah. I-I’m fine.” I stuttered, frustrated that my voice emerged soft and terrified, and he frowned in concern.
Bellamy's careful movements were reminiscent of a child attempting not to startle a small, delicate animal as he leaned forward to examine me. His touch was as gentle, as if dealing with broken glass and he cautiously pushed my hair behind my ear to examine the rapidly developing black eye.
Warmth radiated from his hands as he tenderly gripped my chin to turn my face from side to side, searching for any further damage and once he was content with that area, his gaze roamed over the rest of my body in a manner that was assessing for once, rather than indulgent.
“This asshole.” He growled, glancing back at my bruising with visible annoyance. “What the hell happened out here?” He asked as he strained to contain his temper, but his emotions shined through his words regardless.
“Exactly what I warned you about. I said no. He didn’t like it.” I replied shakily, as I battled to process for myself what had occurred.
Shock for my reaction to being attacked still hung over me and my memories were already blurred from how quickly the situation had escalated. I’d always imagined that my years of practice would protect me, but now I finally understood that the terror of an attack would always overwhelm any skills. At this moment, I knew that the classes would not be enough to protect this camp.
Bellamy shifted awkwardly, as if he were unsure of what to say. Though I was uncomfortable with the idea of blaming him for not addressing this issue, I wished that he’d listened to my advice earlier and attempted to form my new insight into something that he could understand.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered and I peeked up at him sympathetically. “I-um. I didn’t realise the two of you were involved.” He added, raising a brow at me as he spoke and rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.
Nausea washed over me as I realised that he believed this incident was simply a lovers tiff which had escalated into a fight. He seemed more concerned in this moment that he had been pursuing me whilst I was already spoken for, than about the potential for this incident to repeat with new victims.
My nerves rapidly dissipated to anger as a result of his ignorance and I couldn’t believe that he continued to disregard the danger faced by every woman in our camp.
“We’re not! I’m not involved with anyone!” I spat aggressively, immediately followed by a wince of pain. “He was lying. At no point did I express interest, or give consent of any kind. I was out here getting water and he seized the opportunity to attack me.” I growled, but the shock that I was feeling didn’t allow me to adequately display my temper.
“Have you had any contact with him before?” Bellamy asked, seeming worried now and I shook my head.
“I’ve never noticed him. I don’t even know his name.” I revealed, causing him to glance around thoughtfully. “Apparently, I’m in demand. There’s some sick fetish about banging a murderer. It’s insane.” I growled as I rubbed my tender face in an act of self comfort.
For a few moments, Bellamy regarded me with confusion as if he were awaiting some further explanation as to why this reasoning would apply to me, before his eyes grew wide and he stared at me in disbelief.
“Wait a second. You were convicted of murder?!” He breathed in a tone of genuine shock and I felt a significant cringe pass through my body.
The intensity of his reaction was hurtful and though I’d experienced it many times before, it felt somewhat worse coming from him. I know that it was unfair to hold his entirely reasonable shock against him, but I couldn’t help being insulted by the judgement in his expression. Knowing the circumstances of my crime, I felt that I didn’t deserve the reevaluation that he was currently performing of me.
“You’ve gotta be the only one here who didn’t know.” I grumbled, fidgeting on the spot with insecurity. “Still, it makes a point about how stupid these boys are. They think that raping a murderer is a good idea. From the sounds of it, there’s a competition to see who can get me first.” I recounted with my temper rising again.
Though no words were spoken about his discovery, I could sense that he was altering his behaviour as he reflected on it. Until now, I’d believed that he already knew and accepted me regardless, and I was upset by the suspicion that things had changed between us.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that none of them will try anything with you again.” He stated firmly and I nodded as I considered the threat that he’d made. “Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s for you protection or theirs, though.” He added in a reluctant mutter and I felt my face contort into a furious glare.
“I really thought you were better than this. You want to act like you’re seeing me differently now? That’s fine, but I refuse to be ashamed. Yes, I am a murderer. No, I don’t have to explain myself to you, or anyone else for that matter.” I spat defensively, a sense of the hurt that I felt invading my voice and any trust that we had built until now changed to spite.
“Your threat might have protected me, but I’m not the only woman in this camp. What happens when they move onto other targets?” I interrogated as he ran a hand through his hair in stress. “You wanted to be a leader, Bellamy. You fought for it. That makes you responsible for more than just Octavia and I. What are you going to do for the rest of your people?” I ranted with my hands shaking with rage and he sighed in an exhausted manner.
“Give it time, Indigo. The members of this camp with bad intentions are learning the lesson the hard way. You’ve seen how many of them have been beat up.” He explained in a calm tone and I scoffed under my breath. “For now, they’re not going to bother you again. Just give it time for the word to get around.”
“Time got us here!” I snapped, indicating to my face with annoyance and he cringed at my implication that his inaction was a factor in my attack. “The only thing that time will yield is more attacks. Something needs to be done.” I stated, before turning on my heel to storm back toward camp and didn’t waste a moment in appearing at my side.
“What are you going to do?” He investigated in a panicked manner, as if he feared my next action and I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous reaction.
“If you hadn’t noticed I’m not in much of a state to do anything right now!” I growled, regarding him with a glare that indicated my desire to be alone. “I’m going to see Clarke. If that’s okay with you?!” I asked aggressively, whilst he simply stared back at me in discomfort.
Without another word, I stepped away from him and was relieved when he didn’t follow.