screw fear

“Good,” he nodded once, too. “Then you’re both dismissed.” 

With the man now safely out of view, all Dean's anger returned at once, bubbling up in his chest from where he'd swallowed it begrudgingly. With one pointed look in Emily's direction, he stalked off in the opposite direction, shoving open the front doors with force. He really needed to hit something now.

“Good,” he nodded once, too. “Then you’re both dismissed.” 

He eyed her as she explained herself, before taking another glance at Dean. The man still looked angry, but considerably less so than before. Clearly, he’d realised he was being unreasonable. Bellamy, now impatient to get away and think, shrugged. “Fine. That’ll work. As long as it gets done. But I’m holding you responsible, Eve. And you’ll relieve her on the cells at dawn,” he nodded at Dean. “Everybody understood?”

Nothing could have stopped Dean from snapping back then. Not even his brother. “Oh, you have ‘important things' to do? Like organise all those people's tortures? ‘Cause you’re the big man in charge, right?” He questioned, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Growing impatient himself, Bellamy was about to put the older male in his place when the blonde stepped in. He raised his eyebrows at her a little, wondering why she’d bothered to step in. Why she was involving herself in his orders. “Tucker,” he nodded to acknowledge her. “I thought you were doing a perimeter sweep.”

There was no way in hell Dean could go back down there again. Not when he was close to seeing red. Breathing through his nose, he cleared his throat and looked Bellamy in the eye. “My shift doesn’t start for another hour. I’m on break.”

“Not anymore you’re not. We need you elsewhere now. Tensions will be high with this announcement, and I have important things to do. You can end your shift at dawn. Got it?”

It took everything within him not to turn around and slam his fist into their patrol leader’s face. This douchebag was always giving them orders — Dean swore he had more respect for the monsters he used to slaughter. Clenching his fists, he attempted to keep walking, just in case the man gave up. But he should’ve known better. Exhaling heavily, he stopped, waiting for Bellamy to catch up. One more thing on his plate and he'd snap. “What?”

Bellamy narrowed his eyes at the curt response, stopping in front of the soldier and lifting his chin. He'd been rattled by the announcement himself but it didn't mean he could let it show. Besides his sister and Raven, he didn't trust anybody. “I need you to cover the cells. Now.”

The news was.. unsettling. He wasn’t sure of the President’s intentions. She’d always been right, but something in her latest announcement didn’t sit right with him. None of it sat right with him, actually. But Bellamy didn’t have much time to think about it before people were pushing past him, one looking a little more aggravated than he should have.

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ” bell