Peaked -Bellamy Blake¹

6

As I walked back to camp, I see some kids macking on each other to the side, a stampede of kids running past me chasing each other, and others pounding on some kind of makeshift drums. I pass a girl with a smile on her face, walking in the opposite direction of myself.  I'd only been a few minutes behind Wells, but he seems to have already attracted a conflict. I know what that feels like. 

I walk over and see Bellamy holding the clothes that Wells had gathered from the two dead kids. Wells puts his bag down, and says something to Bellamy that I can't hear. I finally catch up.

"What's wrong with a little chaos"  Bellamy says, putting a shirt on. He looks...different. I think it's his hair. You can really tell he wasn't meant to be a guard just from the looks of it now. The whole gelled back look really doesn't work for him...he's easy on the eyes for sure. Especially now with his hair curled and a little messy.

Too bad he's a total ass.

Before I can say anything to Wells, a commotion across camp attracts everyone's attention. Wells, Bellamy, myself and the rest of the kids in the area run over to see what happened. That psycho idiot Murphy is holding a girl over the fire. Another kid stands next to them with a knife. "Bellamy!" Murphy yells out. "Check it out, we want the ark to think the ground is killing us, right? I figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first." This kid is seriously fucked up. I can only imagine what he did to get sent to the sky box.

I attempt to run over to push Murphy off her, but Bellamy grabs my arm to hold me back. Wells, who was thinking the same thing I was, runs over to the girl "let her go!" he says as he body slams Murphy to the ground.

"Get off of me." I grunge out, relatively quietly. I don't want to cause another scene with Bellamy. He lets go of me and clenches his jaw. "Just stop" he also mutters kind of quietly. What the hell?

I walk over to Wells, then look back to Bellamy, a little sympathetically, maybe sincerity will work. "Bellamy, you can stop this." I say

"Stop this? Sweetheart I'm just getting started."

No chance with him. This could get ugly. Out of no where, Murphy runs up and slams his first into Wells' face, which draws my attention back to them. He punches him in the chest, then an all out brawl breaks out. I hear the crowd changing "fight! fight! fight! fight!" over and over.

I'm just standing here in shock. I should do something, but it's all happening so quickly. I look fearfully over to Bellamy, hoping maybe he will do something, anything. He locks eyes with my very worried and fearful expression. For the smallest fraction of a second, he looks almost guilty. He immediately looks away, back to the  brute face he's had on since we got here.

Wells eventually tackles Murphy to the ground and punches him square in the face. Murphy stops moving as Wells gets up slowly, cuts and small bruises cover his face. He turns his head slowly to face Bellamy. "Don't you see it you can't control this?" he desperately asks out of breath.

Bellamy doesn't say anything, he just looks down to murphy slightly.

Murphy gets up, ripping out a knife from his pocket. He slowly approaches Wells. "You're dead."

He swings his knife at Wells, but Wells ducks before it hits him. He goes after Wells again, ever so slightly skimming his arm, leaving almost a paper cut wound.

Okay now would be the time to actually help. I run up, and push Murphy back a little, standing my ground in front of Wells. "Back off tough guy" I mutter out sarcastically. When I'm nervous, I get really sarcastic.

"Move." He demands.

When I stick my ground, Murphy gets a little louder. "Move bitch. Don't think I won't kill you too." He says as he takes another step forward; it's his attempt to threaten me. I don't budge.