LAW ¹ | BELLAMY BLAKE (EDITING)

SIXTY FOUR

BONE MARROW

Lawrence had been taken down a long hall, declined in six levels to an undercover cave, and forced towards empty cages. The chloroform that the guard had used specifically for Lawrence had quickly worn off due to the shortage of amount and she was struggling against the mans arms.

"Please, let her go." Lawrence shouted as she fought against the guards, she writhed looking at Fox who was desperately doing the same thing, "Take me instead."

She's innocent.

"Why do that when we can take both of you." The guard chuckled as he opened the door, revealing their secret. Lawrence's eyes widened once she saw the dead bodies of the delinquents and squeezed her eyes shut realizing this was her fate.

I'm going to die.

And all my friends will die too.

"Wren, please." Fox pleaded for help and the panic that flooded her meant that Lawrence managed to pull her arm away from one of the guards only for him to slam his elbow into her ribs, making her fall with a grunt.

"This bitch goes first." He snarled.

I'm sorry, Bell.

But I can't let another innocent die.

Please forgive me.

"I'll prep the table" The other man shouted, letting go of Fox. Fox then pushed the guard that held Lawrence, making him release her. Fox reached out to hold Lawrence's hand as they started to sprint, running to the exit.

Lawrence pulled the girl to a stop and behind her once she saw the guard holding up the gun. Fox's hands instantly flew up but Lawrence just glared at the man.

"Thanks." The guard spoke sarcastically, looking between the two females. The guard who held Lawrence reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, ragging her forward but before he could force her onto the table, Bellamy shot him and the other man.

He took off his helmet swiftly to make sure that Lawrence knew it was him and looked at his girl.

"Bellamy!" Fox cried as she threw herself into his arms, and it was then that Lawrence stalled watching the girl in her pink jacket embrace him. If she saw him, surely he couldnt be a figment of her imagination, right?

Bellamy?

Yes, whispers Bellamy.

No, you're not the real Bellamy.

He is.

Or is he?

I don't know anymore.

"You okay?" Bellamy questioned as he hugged her back with one arm, slowly moving his other arm to provide Fox with the emotional support but his eyes never left the blonde.

Lawrence looked tired, she was wearing a navy strapped top which clung to her body and showed how tiny her waist had gotten, her pants were tight and showed her curves but was covered by a knitted cardigan that she had let fall off her shoulders and barely hung onto her by her forearms. Her blonde hair looked brushed, but her cheeks were hollow and her skin although clean was tired.

Bellamy Blake.

Twenty three.

Dead or alive?

Dead. He must be.

There's no way he survived the ring of fire.

Lawrence took a weary step backwards not trusting her mind, her eyes flickered to the dead body on the bed next to her and she slid down the wall grating her back on the bare bricks, she brought her knees up to her chin and continued to squeeze her eyes shut.