everybody dies | bellamy's last

Death doesn't come with a bullet.

The sound doesn't echo in his ears with the memory of that day. The smell of iron and black powder don't mix together. Death comes with the metal of a blade, long and arcing along his chest, burning in a white hot flame across him. Eyes the color of death staring straight through him as he falls slowly. The pattering of rain becoming colder and colder as he stares up towards Liara. An echo doesn't sound as he can hear her begging for him. Isn't that the saddest part? He's not kept his promise to her. Death lingering around his body, the chill of the rain and the dripping of the blood. His lips want to shout, but he can't make them move quite right. Blood trickles from the sword across from him as the world falls behind him.

The earth feels soft when he lands with a thud. The sky clouded over with rain dripping along his skull, chest, and body. Desperate to reach out and try to comfort Liara, he can't quite move. The world feels as if it's fading around him. A smell of gunpowder never comes. The sound of a firing gun never rings. A cannon fires, but he can't hear it through the pouring rain of the day. The soft sound of a song playing as drop after drop hits the earth. The power easing over him as he can hear Liara getting closed, begging for him not to leave. "Bellamy, you didn't leave me last night. You can't leave me now. Don't leave me now. Please don't leave me now. I can't handle it." Reaching out wasn't possible, but he can feel the pain in her voice. A care that hadn't come during all of the days before. The world still had more knowledge to offer him, even on his death bed in a rainy downpour of tears.

"Bellamy, you promised you wouldn't leave me."

The words are barely a whisper to him as he falls slowly into a darkness, eyes drooping close. He didn't want to die. Surprise. Surprise. Bellamy Scott's never wanted to die. The memory of his father still bleeds through him; an echo of what once was his life's goal. A sacrificial quest to die with his blood in the earth. A mystery unsolved in his own hands, blood coated fingers clutching on to the wounds surrounding him, the pain burning with a similar fire of the sun that surrounded him. Lucas and Sierra watching him as he bleeds in the rain, washing away the wounds where pain and water mix and his eyes droop. The burning river of water echoing across his skin with a dreamlike state of comfort and pain.

"Everyone always leaves me."

Unconsciousness comes over him; Liara's words hanging over him. Lost in his own head as he desperately cries to not die. Desperate enough to try and cling on to life, but he can't breath. He can't move. The darkness is all encompassing as he feels the movement of Liara carrying him away. Rain pelting against his skin with a thousand painful touches ringing out like gunshots through his body. Pain blistering hot, despite the chill of the rain. Desperate to reach out, but not quote being able to touch Liara. An ache to his heart as he can see the desperation of a young boy sitting at a windowsill, laughing about finding a new family. Tears washed away with a cloth of friendship, but he's not that boy anymore. Lucas didn't need him. No one did.

Bellamy Scott was terrified. Dying is the only fear he's ever had. The unknown is so frightening to him. What's on the other side? Who's going to be there? Will he live a happy life after death? Does his body decompose? Will he be alive for it? Death is frightening. Death is only to be faced alone. Everybody dies, but no one knows where they go. Memories holding onto the earth attached by strings, until they fade away from the universe entirely. He doesn't want to die.

"I...I...Pl-Please."

Finding what's left of his strength, his eyes peer open once more where he finds himself alone. Alone and cold. Alone and dying. Alone with no sun shining down at him. Alone. Just like he's always been throughout his life. Gunpowder to the chest, whispers of jeers, and a teary-eyed boy sitting along a windowsill. Blood dripping from his body, slowly, but he's holding on. He's afraid. He's alone. He's dying. Hands splayed in the muddy earth as he can hear the sound of rain pattering down around him with a soothing, but sorrow filled sound. Home is where he was supposed to end up. Going home was what he wanted to do. The evidence with him where he could finally solve the mystery surrounding his father's death, but he's going to die a failure.

A failure with a broken heart; alone against a world never on his side. Clutching to the earth, he can't manage to get up, the pain bursting heavier than before as he slides back into the mud, eyes drooping, but he's fighting the faint feeling of going under. Death never has been pretty. The smell of gunpowder isn't upon his nose. The guilt of his past few years bubbling up around him. The wish to see Lucas or Sierra or Liara or Bubby or even Mauve fills him, but he's alone. Alone and afraid. Fighting death to the best of his capability. Spite keeping him alive for a little bit longer. His father's murder had to be solved. A mystery remaining unsolved.

A sound of movement catches him. His eyes staring over with tears desperately not trying to come through. Areto is in the distance; hair soaked from the rain shower around them. Water pooling with his blood as he desperately considers letting her walk past him. Areto could want him dead. The arena changes people. Mauve. Liara. Bubby. Differences in the ways he remembered them filter through his head, but he stops. Fingers reaching out gently, he can hear Areto's steps through the mud. His body burns of raindrops splattering across his body with pain reaching every piece of him as he reaches out for her. Lips moving gently as he speaks as loud as he can.

"Areto."

It's louder than he expected. The rain muffling the name behind a crescendo of water. A memory of being unable to hear what the citizens of Three would say behind his window on the windowsill. Areto ends up hearing the words, his own tears want to spill, but he holds them back as he looks up to Areto from Four who had told him a story. A story of love and loss. A story that fit too well with his own life. Polyphemus; the river uniting the loved ones. A monster who died for a forbidden love. "I think I'm dying." He knows he's dying. A tear slipping from his eyes as he tries to withstand the tears, but he continues to her. His words feeling heavy against the rain surrounding them.

"I-I'm Polyphemus."

Her touch is soft. A feeling of comfort that slides over him as she brushes away the wet hair along his forehead, pushing past the fear surrounding him. "Don’t say that." The truth is there. A boy in Three who he loved for years, lost to a memory as he shut out the only friend he had and lived a sad, lonely life until he volunteered for two boys who deserved the happiness he craved. "You’re not a monster." Monster. Fiend. Demon. Devil. He's never been any of those. A monster is only what people perceive to be evil in the world, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. His desire to rip a boy who lights up a room from his happiness for his own selfish needs could be seen as monstrous. Tears pouring down his face as he says louder; pain shooting through his entire body.

"I am!" Hands placed at his side as he desperately pushes to get up, but falters back, burning along his skin. The chill getting stronger and stronger as he can feel the rain soaking through his entire body. "I-I loved a boy. I loved him so much and got in the way of his love for another. I'm like Polyphemus, a monster." A painful breath as he can feel the chill creeping in. Death's own chill fighting him, but he's trying to keep himself alive, fingers clenched into the mud. The moon is what he'll always be. So far away from the sun, never able to see it at the same time. A figure in the sky that'll never fully reach the sun, always reaching for the light it can see on the other side, but never getting it.

"W-Will I become a river too? Will I see him again?"

A desperation for an answer. Any solution to his fears of losing the little that he already has. His tears falling down his cheeks as he desperately looks for answers. "You’re not a monster." The words don't fit. The way he stares into her eyes don't fit quite right. The feeling of chill that's coming over him doesn't fell quite right. Focusing on her and trying to keep his eyes open is all he can do. The feeling of swaying starting to get to him, the chill becoming a normal feeling as he stares up at her, hearing those words of a comfort coming to him finally. The fear letting go as he can feel his own tears, warm, along his cheeks.

"You’ll see him again. Some day you will, I promise."

More words come from her lips, but he can't quite hear them. His eyes falling closed as he clings on to the desperate hope of her words being the truth. Fingers dipping into the mud as the sound of the rain is the last thing he hears. The blackness engulfing him for a moment as he feels himself floating. The earth disappearing from his grasp. Areto left behind in a storm of the earth and sky. His heart stopping with a heavy breath that leaves from his lips as he desperately hopes for answers. Answers to his questions. Answers to his father's death. The desperate wish to see Lucas one day. Become a raging river uniting the people who love one another. Tears dripping down from his cheeks to the earth, until there's nothing left, but the body of a boy who didn't want to die.

A burst of light shatters the darkness. A floating feeling as the fire spreads across his vision in front of him. Reds, purples, greens, yellows, oranges, blues, pinks, and any other sort of color that seem endless before him. A quick vision of the stars forming around him as he floats through the space. Moving quickly, unable to control where his body is going, there's a warmth that flows through him. The smell of gunpowder no longer there, but a sweet smell of comfort filling him. The sound of chemical mixtures filling his ears as he moves into their home. Barefoot along the hardwood floor where he can see towers of blocks and papers of a mystery set up. Red string attached to images and files and all sorts of things before he can see the room is his room, but not at the orphanage.

Home.

It's his home.

The door creaks open for a moment before a sound reaches his ears.

"Bellamy!"