Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

The Dark Year

The sun scorches my skin as I force one step in front of the other. Sand covers me from head to toe as I try to keep up with the hoard of people around me. 

Harper and Monty are at my side, with Bellamy and Roan not too far ahead. My stomach growls, sending painful shoots of fire down my stomach as I clench my teeth together. I gave Roan my small ration, knowing that he needs it more than I do. The blades at my side and the pack slung across my back isn't getting any lighter as we continue to push on, Octavia showing no signs of stopping as we walk through the barren desert. 

No one talks, their eyes focused on the horizon in front of them as they walk, slowly and somberly towards the valley. 

I watch as Bellamy stops ahead of us, Roan pausing as well as they both look down at the radio strapped to Bellamy's waist. 

I move quickly to his side, and he gives me a long look before pulling us off to the side, away from the others,

"Echo," he begins, but Harper stops him,

"Wait, she's speaking trig for a reason," she points out, and Bellamy pulls the radio back up to his mouth,

"Why are we speaking Trig? What's wrong?" he asks, and I lean forward to hear what comes next,

"They know your coming. You've lost the element of surprise," Echo explains, and while Harper may not know what she's saying, I do, and the words make pits of dread form in my stomach,

"They know we're coming," Bellamy translates, and Monty creases his brows,

"Clarke?" he asks, and Bellamy sighs,

"It had to be," he reasons, bringing the radio back up to his mouth, "Echo, listen up," he begins, but I place and hand on his arm,

"Bellamy, if Clarke's on their side, she speaks trig too," I point out, and before he can say anything else, Echo's voice comes through the radio,

"Bellamy, you have to go back. We have their pilot, so you're safe for now. But you can't come here," I can hear the frantic and desperate tone in her voice as she pleads for us to turn around, but Bellamy purses his lips tightly together,

"Not possible. It's a long story but we can't go back, and we can't stop. We're five days out, you have that long to find us a safe way in. After that, we run out of rations,"  The truth stuns Echo, and the other side is silent for several moments before she finally replies,

"Alright.. Be safe, see you soon. Over and out," the final click of the radio seems deafening, and I share an urgent look with Bellamy,

"We need to talk with Octavia," 

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I'm not surprised they strip us of our weapons, but that doesn't make me any less pissed as Miller leads us through the dense crowd of people. Indra is at our side as me and Bellamy follow Miller towards the front, where Octavia is leading her people. He makes a signal for us to stay behind as he walks forward, and the two share a quick word before he waves the three of us forward.

She doesn't stop walking when we get there, and Indra walks faster in order to reach Octavia's side,

"You're marching us into a massacre," Indra warns, and Octavia doesn't even blink,

"We'll see," she says simply, keeping her gaze straight ahead,

"Echo radioed," Bellamy explains, "Your enemy knows your coming. We don't need to worry about the missiles but they're moving their weapons into position," When the words seem to have no effect on her, I step forward, matching her stride for stride,