The 100 Imagines💯

Bellamy--- My Choice❤

You had him.
You had your tormentor in your grasps.
The man who tortured you in Mount Weather.

You'd recognize his smug face anywhere.
He had been treated too.

Bellamy was with you.

You spot him wandering in the forest, covered in his own blood and dirt.

You take your gun out and whip it upwards aimed straight for him.

"(Y/n) you can be bigger than him, you don't have to do this." Bellamy tries to stop you but anger, pain, and hatred spread all throughout your body.

"Mercy?" You frown, gripping the gun hard.

"Hey!" You call to him and he freezes.

He puts his hands up high.

"(Y/n), listen, he can suffer worse than you, living a life with all the burdens of his past." Bellamy tries to steer you away.

"No. This will feel much better." You hiss and just before you pull the trigger, he pushes your hand as the gun fire rings out.

"What the hell?!" You yell to him and look up.

He's gone.

You angrily turn back to Bellamy and push him hard on his chest.

"That was my choice! Not yours!" You push him again hard and punch him in the jaw hard, knocking him down.

"Don't you see?" Bellamy spits blood.

"You're no better than him." He says and this stings.

But not enough.

"I hate you." You bite and run off after that monster, gun in hand.

Bellamy lays there for a moment, watching you run after him.

He sighs and wipes his bloodied nose.

"Jesus." He exhausts another breath.

He carefully stands back up and walks after you.

For the one thing he promised you he would never do.

Give up on you.