Free Falling {The 100 Rewrite}

4. Death Demands Company

The news of Wells' death made its way through the camp with ease. Four graves now laid outside the walls as sadness, confusion, and fear filled the air. The remaining 100 thought it was at the hands of the grounders and it only seemed to make them work harder at building the wall surrounding camp. Adalynn was helping a small girl, Charlotte, build a section of the wall, tying vines around two post to secure them when Bellamy's hand grabbed her bicep gently.

"I need you to come with me, now." His voice was low as his eyes darted around the camp. Adalynn looked up at him in confusion but nodded none of the less.

"I'll be back, Charlotte, keep working." Adalynn told the girl who seemed startled by Bellamy, rightfully-so, Adalynn was too in this moment. The two began to walk towards the edge of camp, Bellamy's handed not leaving the small of her back as they walked.

"Bell, what's going on?" Adalynn questioned not hiding the worry in her voice, she almost struggled to keep up with his long, quick strides.

"Octavia and Jasper found something." Bellamy vaguely said as they approached the tent, entering it. Octavia, Jasper, Finn, and Clarke all stood around a small table, a knife and two fingers, Wells' fingers, on its surface.

"What the hell is going on?" Adalynn asked, her eyebrow raising as she looked for someone to answer her. Jasper and Clarke stood side by side, Octavia braced her arms on the table standing left of Jasper, Adalynn on her right, and Bellamy besides her, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"We found this just outside of camp." Octavia spoke subtly, gesturing to the objects in the center of their circle.

"This knife was made of metal from the dropship." Clarke said picking up the knife and looking it over, assumingly again.

"What do you mean? Who else knows?" Adalynn asked as she glanced around the room.

"No one. We brought it straight here then Bellamy went to get you." Octavia told the girl.

"Clarke?" Jasper asked the bright blonde, who had the look of realization on her face as she inspected the knife closely.

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells, it was one of our own."

"So there's a murder in the camp?" Jasper asked, a scared tone in his voice.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp." Bellamy said, reminding them that everyone here was a criminal, one way or another, "this isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."

Clarke, ignoring Bellamy's words, determination written on her face as she held the knife tightly in her hand, began to step around the table towards the exit. Only to be stopped by Bellamy standing in front of her.

"Get out of my way, Bellamy." Clarke demanded, her jaw clenching.

"Be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved: the walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

"Oh, good for you, you mean! What? Keep people afraid so they'll listen to you? Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Clarke, he's right." Adalynn cut in, Clarke's eyes darting towards her, nearly piercing her, "We don't have enough information, what are we going to do? Go out there and ask who did it? Start pointing fingers? This isn't the Ark."

"J.M. John Murphy." Clarke declared showing the initials carved into the knife, showing the group before pushing Bellamy aside and stepping outside the tent, "The people have a right to know."

The remaining four in the tent shared looks before following behind the headstrong girl. Clarke quickly walked through the camp and up to Murphy, shoving him angrily. Adalynn, Bellamy, Octavia, and Jasper stood just behind her as they watch the scene begin to unfold.