Reckless ~ Sequel to Shameless {Bellamy Blake}

25~ Distraction

Since Bellamy left, four days ago, I've been trying to constantly keep myself busy. Making knives, going to the shooting range, help check out patients in the hospital wing, serve drinks by the bar, serve food in the mess hall. Anything you can think of, I've done it. I haven't talked to many people either. The only person I really talk to is Raven, only because she's the one that's in the control room where the radio is, where Bellamy should be calling in. That brings another worry. He hasn't called in yet. It's been four whole days and we haven't heard anything from him. Or Lincoln.

I scoop up another spoon full of potato soup and try to put a smile on my face as I pour it into the bowl of one of my fellow Sky People. She is an older woman, probably between 60 and 70. She smiles back before nodding and walking over to a table in the mess hall. The line for dinner has increased tremendously since I started working here. Because I've been trying to keep my mind off of things I put my entire heart into making the food. I go pick fresh herbs and vegetables to put into the stews or I go pick the freshest meat that the Grounders bring in to serve. Usually people would rather starve then eat the food that comes out of this kitchen, but since I've been dedicating my days to it, the line goes out the door and through the Ark for dinner. I constantly keep a smile on my face as Sky People and some Grounders come in to eat the food I've helped prepare. 

Murphy's disappeared. I have no idea where but he's not here. He was really the only one I kind of enjoyed being around since Bellamy left, and about two days ago he was just...gone. I went to ask Abby about it, but she just shook her head and said Jaha had left too. I don't really know what Jaha has to do with Murphy, but whatever. 

My shooting game has definitely progressed. I have gone from using rifles to hand guns and each time hitting the target perfectly. Kane and I have grown closer. He's been helping me with my shooting, but I guess he just feels bad about the whole Bellamy situation. 

"Honey, how about you take a break." A woman that I recognize from my long nights in the kitchen approaches me from behind. 

"No, no. It's really fine." I say scooping another spoonful of soup into a very hungry Sky People's bowl. 

"I insist." The woman smiles, taking the spoon from me. 

I inhale deeply before walking back into the kitchen and hanging my apron up. I shrug on my leather jacket and flatten out my hair. I walk around one of the long cabinets and grab a half a loaf of bread and put it in the pocket of my jacket. I then turn on my heels and walk out of the mess hall. I turn an immediate left, heading for the control room. Something I'm used to doing by now. I make reoccurring trips there, Raven is probably used to my presence by now. 

I approach the sealed door of the control room and press my key card into the lock. It dings and a green light comes on, before the door automatically opens, allowing me to enter. 

Raven sits, her back to me, hunched over the radio. The only sound coming from it is radio silence. She has a pair of tweezers in her hand, as she moves the wires slowly around, searching for a signal.

"Anything?" I ask, sitting on the counter. 

"Nothing." Raven sighs, finally throwing the pair of tweezers down. "I've been doing this for hours and still have nothing but radio silence."

I nod and shove my hand in my pocket, bringing the bread out. "I brought you something to eat." I smile. Her head turns up, her eyes wide. "Looks like you need it."

She doesn't smile, but her face lights up as she hesitantly takes the bread from me. "Is this real?" She asks. 

I laugh. "Yeah. The Grounders have been bringing in a lot of different ingredients. They recently brought in a substance similar to flour and I thought I'd take my chances on trying to make some bread." Raven tears a piece from the loaf and shoves it in her mouth. She closes her eyes in satisfaction. "Looks like the chances went well." I chuckle.

"Thank you so much." Raven sighs eating another piece. 

"You're welcome." I laugh. Silence takes over as Raven relishes her bread. The radio silence becomes louder, making my smile fade. 

The sound of the door opening again breaks me away from focusing on the radio silence. 

"It's over." A defeated looking Clarke mumbles, walking in and throwing herself down in one of the chairs. "They're already draining blood from our people in Mount Weather."

"They're what?" I say, my voice shocked.

"We found blood anomalies in Emerson's blood that could only come from a person who was born on the Ark." 

I look at Raven, who doesn't look curious at all. "Who's Emerson?"

"A Mount Weather guard we found wandering in the woods. He's in station 72. We're keeping him contained."

Anger begins filling me up. "We haven't heard anything from Bellamy. We need to do something else to help."

"We can't do anything right now." Clarke replies. "We're trying to map out a way to make it there without getting caught."

"Work faster!" I yell.

"It doesn't exactly work that way, Tatum." Clarke yells back.

I huff in frustration and jump down from the counter, stomping out of the control room and back out into the Ark hallways. I walk at a very fast pace down the longer and winding halls until my walking turns to running. Until my breathing becomes rapid. Until my clear eyes become glossed over and tears begin spilling out. I scrape to a halt in front of Bellamy and I's room, pressing my key card into the lock and throwing myself into the room. 

How could they be doing this to us? My poor friends are trapped in there with no help. We haven't heard anything from Bellamy and Lincoln hasn't made it back yet. The Ark is "apparently" trying to do everything they can. But their everything just isn't enough. Frustration and tears take over my entire body and before I know it, my fist is coming in contact with the mirror hanging on the wall. My fist goes straight through the glass, the glass shattering immediately to pieces and falling to the floor. Shards of glass enter my fist but I'm so upset I don't even feel it. I don't feel it until I look down and a good layer of blood is covering my knuckles. I slowly pull out the tiny shards of glass from my hand and throw them on the ground. 

That's when the idea comes to me.

I grab the knives I've been working on for the past couple of days, shoving them in my shoes and waist band. I grab my rifle and sling it over my shoulder. 

I need a hand gun. 

I grab a back pack and put it on my other shoulder. I pull a hat over my head, hoping no one will recognize me. I push open the door to my room and make my way to the mess hall. I enter through the back door and shove loaves of bread into my backpack, along with a few water bottles. I head outside to the shooting range and load a nice little black hand gun. I drop some more ammunition into my backpack and shove my hand gun into my waist band. 

I make my way over to Raven's gate, the part in the electrical fence that isn't wired, and climb under it.  I start sprinting for the higher trees, hoping to dissolve into the woods before anyone sees me. 

And then I'm gone. Past the eyesight of the Sky People and the Grounders. I'm gone on a safety mission. A mission to not only save my people, but the love of my life as well.