SWEET LITTLE LIES // BELLAMY BLAKE // THE 1OO

TWENTY-FOUR

✿ TWENTY-FOUR ✿

"Close my, close my, close my eyes

But I couldn't find a way"

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"This changes everything," Bellamy said as he hung up one of the blankets. A big cross was painted over it, forming an effective target. She was seated on one of the stairs, observing the way Bellamy seemed to glow. She rested her chin on her hands, while her eyes watched the man rushing from one side of the depot to the other. "No more running from spears!"

"You do realise this is going to be a bureaucratic mess when we get back to camp," she said bemused. Bellamy looked at her, his eyebrows raised in question. "With Clarke, I mean."

"Well, Clarke's not here now, so I'll learn you how to handle a gun," Bellamy said, motioning for her to join his side. When she stayed seated, only watching with an amused smile, he raised a threatening eyebrow. "Very well, watch and learn."

Bellamy grabbed one of the riffles, positioning it to his shoulders like he did nothing else. She guessed handling a gun came easy to him, since he'd been trained as a cadet. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd figured it out yet and had kept his mouth shut, or if he was really as clueless as he appeared. She watched in fascination as he focused his aim, his eyebrows frowned in concentration. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened, except for an anticlimatic sound of a dud. 

Katherine raised one eyebrow, hiding a smile. Bellamy reloaded the riffle, but when he pulled the trigger, there was another dud. She couldn't help but chuckle at the obvious frustration in his face. "I'm watching, not sure about the learning part, though."

"Ha-ha, very funny," Bellamy replied. He grabbed another rifle, holding it out to her. "Come here, you try it."

She smiled and jumped up. "Alright then, Captain," she said mocking. She walked down the stairs, grabbing the riffle Bellamy was holding out to her. The metal felt cold and still slightly wet in her hands, but mostly it gave off an unfamiliar feeling. A shiver ran down her spine and she looked at Bellamy with raised eyebrows to hide her uncomfortableness. "What am I even supposed to do?"

 Bellamy looked at her, their eyes meeting for a split second. Katherine felt her heart skip a beat, hating her body for the way it reacted to Bellamy. He seemed to doubt for a moment, but then he moved behind her. He almost embraced her as his hands guided her arms in the right position. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, her heart hammering against her chest and she wondered when her body would lock up and take her back four years, but it didn't happen. In fact, as she smelled Bellamy, a combination of mint, musk and forest, she felt comfortable.

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked, his breath tickling the side of her neck. "Do I need to move?"

"No, no, it's okay," she said, trying her best to hide her breathlessness. She coughed awkwardly, sincerely hoping he couldn't see her red cheeks. The riffle was now positioned to her shoulder, the metal cooling down her glowing skin. With one hand she was supporting the weapon, Bellamy steadying her arm gently, and two fingers of the other hand were curled around trigger. "What now?"

"Now you just pull the trigger," Bellamy replied.

Biting softly on the inside of her cheek, she tightened her grip on the trigger, hesitating for a sweet moment before actually pulling it. Immediately, a rush of adrenaline came free, leaving her with ringing ears and a rushing heartbeat. She felt her hands shake, both from the weight of the rifle and the adrenaline, but the bullet ended up not too far from the centre of the target, thanks to Bellamy steadying her aim. She let out a loud sigh, only having to turn her head slightly to be able to look at Bellamy. "That was awesome."