❝If I believe in one thing... Just one thing... I believe in him.❞
The 100 season one
Bellamy Blake x OC
Started September 14th, 2019
Finished October 12th, 2019
Disclaimer: I do not own the 100. All rights of this series belong to the owner...
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THE CALM ᴛʜᴇ ¹⁰⁰
IT WAS THE NEXT DAY AFTER EVERYTHING WENT BACK TO NORMAL. Well, as normal as life could be living on the ground with grounders trying to kill them. Freya stood at the forest edge with her bow and arrow, her eyes scanning the forest. She couldn't sleep couldn't sleep knowing that the grounders might attack at any minute.
"What are you waiting for?" Bellamy came up behind her. Freya jumped slightly, then remained what she was doing before he got there. "It's been two days. Maybe the bomb scared them off for good?" "You really believe that?" She sighed. "No. They're coming. Just a matter of when." "Jasper thinks he can make more gun powder if he gets some sulfer, and Raven says she can turn it into land mines. So just be careful where you step," he joked. "Did you just make a joke?" The brunette raised her eyebrows. He shrugged.
"Let's go back." Bellamy lead her back to camp, and he knew that Freya wasn't herself. "Hey, you okay?"
"What do you mean?" Freya stopped walking.
"You've been quiet. Distance." "Just been remembering stuff from my past," she pursed her lips. "It's been taking a toll on me."
"Anything you want to talk about?" "What are you, my counselor?" She joked. "What I need is a thousand more of their tin can bombs so I can roll it into their village and blow those grounders to hell. That's what they tried doing to us." Bellamy looked at her knowing that she is stressed and not thinking straight.
"You sure you're fine?"
"I'm fine," she snapped. "I'm going to go find Clarke." Bellamy watched her walk off into the camp with her figure moving further and further away from him.
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Later that night Freya found herself helping Octavia.
She needed to get her mind off of a few things for a while. She needed to get her mind off of those weird flashbacks she's been having every single night.
"Let's get this party smoking," Del said with a grin.
"You don't want the fire too big. Maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves." Octavia said.
"You got that from your boyfriend, grounder pounder?" "Leave her alone, asshole," Freya said.
"She's right. A hot fire is going to preserve the meat as well," Murphy said, making his way to help them.
Freya could picture herself grabbing a rope and wrapping it around his neck. Seeing him choke to death and croak to the ground. She didn't know she could ever think about killing a soul, but Murphy had no soul. Even if Clarke wanted to give him a second chance she would be more than happy to deliver him back to the grounders so they could chop him up for a nice meal. "Back off Murphy," Freya said, pushing her hand into his chest. "Chill. I'm just trying to help." She scoffed. "Help? The least thing you should be doing around here is helping. You shouldn't have come back. Why did you have to come back?" "Clarke's giving me a second chance. Why aren't you?"
