Scythe || Bellamy Blake
||COMPLETED||She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity.It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was."Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe."A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp.""They don't know you.""And you do?"DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE 100…