VOID!BELLAMY in which the people of Bardo make Bellamy hear Clarke’s radio calls in the Anomaly, take him as prisoner, and brainwash him. They use him as a weapon against his family, and Clarke is the only one who is able to bring him back.
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Clarke brought her fingers up to her cheek, sweeping away the blood that began to drip down to her chin. She knew purple marks were already beginning to bloom around the cut across her face from the heavy metal of the gun that had been used to strike her. Her left side ached where she’d been kicked. Her wrists were sore from when she’d attempted to break her fall. The adrenaline had kicked in and all she could feel was her chest panting with exhaustion, her heartbeat thudding out of her chest, the ringing in her ears from what was surely a concussion.
Yet, the physical agony paled in comparison to her inner turmoil. She took a fraction of a second to collect herself, to keep the burning tears in her eyes at bay, and raised them to face her assaulter. To face Bellamy.
He stood in front of her, eyes vacant and straightforward. The only hint he’d been in a physical fight was the drop of sweat clinging to his forehead. His arms were limp at his sides and he stood tall. The Bellamy she knew would have rushed towards her. He would have reached an arm out to help her up. He would have studied her with kind, deep eyes – the concern for her forming lines in between them. In usual circumstances she would have done anything to erase those lines, to make him happy even for a moment. Now, however, she would do anything to get them back.
