Regina(On Hold) // The 100

004

I stared down at the turned-over dirt just outside of the wall of the camp, still unsure if what happened was real. This morning, Charlotte and Strisis found Wells's dead body outside the gate, and his death really hit Clarke hard.

"He took the blame for your father's death because he didn't want you to be mad at your mom?" I questioned, and Clarke nodded. Clarke's father, Jake Griffin, had committed an act of treason against the Ark when he tried to tell the people about the malfunction, and Clarke's mom turned him in. But Wells let her believe it was him. As much as I hated what happened to Wells, I was happy Clarke got the truth before his death.

I heard light footsteps behind me, and I instinctively drew my knife and turned around only to find Finn approaching me and Clarke. He placed his hands up for a brief moment until I lowered my knife. "You shouldn't be out here alone," Finn told us. "What if I was a Grounder?"

"If you were a Grounder, you'd be dead," I countered and pocketed my knife.

Finn looked at Wells's grave, right next to the one he dug for Atom. "They got Wells just outside the wall."

"Says the guy who just spent another night exploring the woods all by himself," Clarke sassed back.

"But I'm reckless and irresponsible," Finn defended and pointed at himself. Clarke didn't say anything, but she continued looking from Finn to the grave. "Clarke, I got you something." Finn held out his empty hands, and when he flipped them upward, a light blue pencil appeared out of his sleeve.

Clarke looked at it for barely even a second before taking it from him. "Where did you get this?" she asked in awe. She stared at the pencil as if it were a rare jewel or her most prized possession. 

"The art supply store," Finn joked.

I looked at the pencil in Clarke's hands trying to figure out where Finn had found the pencil. There was no way he traveled far enough to find a trading post, let alone one that would trade with the enemy. "You know when we were kids..." Clarke choked out, "Wells was always giving me ink, charcoal, just anything I could draw with, really. I found out later that he was trading his own stuff to give it to me. He didn't want me to know that, either." Clarke's eyes started to water, but she refused to let it show. "He let me hate him so that I wouldn't hate my mother."

I lightly rubbed Clarke's shoulder comfortingly. "I know," Finn said quietly.

"My mother killed my father." Clarke fiddled with the pencil in her hand. "I just wish there was something I could do. To tell her I know. Make her feel what I'm--" Clarke paused as an idea sprang to her head. She pocketed the pencil and quickly walked past us.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"To make her feel it." As Clarke walked through the unfinished gate, she rubbed the wristband on her arm, and I realized what she was doing.

"She's taking off her wristband," I said quietly. Finn quickly followed after Clarke, but I'm trying to piece together why Clarke would do something so reckless. She said it herself. The wristbands were the only thing telling the Ark that it was safe to follow them down here.

I stepped back through the gate and watch as Clarke and Finn disappear into the dropship. "Enyo!" Octavia spoke up and approached me. Her voice was quiet and concerning. She glanced around at the camp, specifically at the more dangerous of the 100, like Murphy and Dax. "You need to keep a close eye on your sister."

"What happened?" I asked and I followed Octavia to her tent.

"She's been getting death threats because of what happened to Wells." Octavia opened the flap of her tent allowing the two of us to crawl in. Strisis sat in the center of the tent clutching a knife. "Murphy's already said he will kill both of you."