Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Twilights Last Gleaming

My feet pound on the hard, cold floor of the Ark, and I spare a look behind me to see one of the new guards hot on my tail. I feel a smile spring to my face as I look down at the small flask I held in my hands. I saw him take a swig of it about an hour ago, and I waited for the perfect moment to snatch it out of his pocket and run off with it. I giggle to myself as I turn around another corner, picking up my pace.

When I look behind me, I no longer see a single trace of him, and I sigh in relief, not slowing down. Suddenly, a large, dense object comes into view, and before I can stop myself, I plow right into it, falling to the floor with a loud thud. The first thing I see are the custom boots, shined almost to perfection, and when my eyes travel upwards, my eyes meet the annoying gaze of the guard I was running from earlier,

"Get up," he growls, grabbing my arm and lifting me harshly to my feet. I yank my arm out of his grasp and cross my arms over my chest, careful not to drop the small flask still residing in my hands,

"Well hi there, my name's Katarina, and you are..." I ask nonchalantly, and his already pinched face turns into a deep frown,

"Hand it over," he drawls and I look up at him with my large brown eyes, feigning innocence,

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I have somewhere to be, so if you'll excuse me," I quip as I begin to walk past him. He pushes me up against the wall next to me, and his eyes fall on the half empty flask in my hands,

"You're lucky I don't report you for stealing," he grumbles, plucking the alcohol from my fingers. I roll my eyes,

"And you're lucky I don't tell your superiors you were drinking on the job," I retort back, and his icy blue eyes darken. He gets in closer to me, and I can practically taste the bitterness of his breath. I begin to squirm against my spot on the wall, twisting my face away from him. My heart begins to beat faster as a sinister grin crosses his face, and he leans over to where his mouth hovers above my ear,

"I like em fiery," he whispers in my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine as my small body begins to struggle harder against him before he drops my hands, and steps away from me,

"Don't steal from me again, or next time I won't be nice. And don't say a word of this to anyone, I can promise you you won't like the outcome," he calls out behind him as he begins to walk away, I rub the spot where his hands were, my entire body suddenly feeling gross and sweaty. I run my fingers through my chin-length hair and try to shake the bad feeling in my stomach before practically running home.

*****

When I get to the small 'house' me and my mom share together, I stop at the door, catching my breath. I look down to my wrists to see a clear set of red marks where his hands were, and I groan before stepping through the door,

"Trina? Is that you?" My mothers voice echoes throughout the plain room and I nod my head until realizing she can't see me,

"Ya mom its me," I reply before collapsing on the couch,

"Where were you? Please tell you didn't get in any trouble again. I can't keep asking Kane for favors," she appears in the doorway to her room in front of me and I shrug my shoulders,

"It was nothing. Just some stupid guard," who stole my booze, I add in my head. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks me over, her eyes taking in every detail of  my appearance. Too late, I try to pull down the sleeves to my shirt to hide the already slightly bruised marks,