Peaked -Bellamy Blake¹

14

We got back to camp with yet more disturbing news.

Octavia had went to take Jasper just outside camp walls to go for a walk. Clarke thought he should start trying to build back some strength. Apparently that didn't go exactly as planned.

Jasper had stumbled upon remains. Not just any, they were Wells' fingers that were cut from his body.

Clarke had come up to me and Bellamy directly upon our arrival back. She had wondered where we went, but didn't investigate too much further. I haven't told Clarke about telling Bellamy about me, or in more serious matters about him shooting Jaha. I haven't really had much time considering the whole Wells dying thing, but I don't think I want to tell her just yet. I know she'll react on instinct and get angry. At least that's how I think she'll react considering but then again Jaha did float Jake, she might think it's good riddance just as much as I do. Whether she cares he's dead or not, she's going to think Bellamy's dangerous and while he could still be, I don't see her giving him the benefit of the doubt. She hasn't really seen his soft side, she wouldn't hear him out on why he did it.

Clarke brought us back to a tent that consisted of Octavia and Jasper and now myself, Clarke, and Bellamy.

Clarke grabes a knife from the table set up in front of us. A knife they found right next to Wells' fingers. She examines the knife quickly. "This knife was made of metal from the drop ship." She says as she continues to look at the knife quizzically.

"What do you mean?" Jasper asks with urgency. I know exactly what she means and that just makes me ten times more terrified than I was. It was one thing thinking the grounders had killed Wells, but he was killed with a knife made out of our drop ship's metal.

"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy asks, visibly concerned yet calm. Obviously he caught on to what that meant as well. "No one. We brought it straight here." Octavia reassures him with creased eyebrows.

"Clarke?" Jasper asks once more, his voice barely present, like he was scared of the answer. Obviously he hasn't caught on.

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." I speak up, answering Jasper for her, fear and concern parades my face.

Jasper's eyes immediately widen. The smell of fear practically radiates off him. Poor kid, he already got captured and speared by the grounders, now he has his own people to be worried about.

"So there's a murderer in the camp." Jasper mumbles through his fear ridden shakes, not asking but confirming what I told him.

Bellamy's quick to retort. "There's more than one murder in this camp. This isn't news, we need to keep it quite." he says, more like demands.

Clarke's eyes crease with anger. She marches towards the tent exit, obviously 'keeping it quite' not on her agenda. Bellamy puts his arms up to stop her.

"Get out of my way Bellamy." Clarke demands with even more anger, her eyes don't stray from his. He tries to reason with her. "Clarke be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved. The wall, the patrols, like it, or not thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

Clarke shakes her head with reticule as she interrupts him. "Oh good for you you mean! What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

Bellamy's quick to defend his position. "Yeah that's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall." he says, as he gestures his hands outside of the tent.

Clarke's head turns to the side in my direction. Her eyes light up as she raises her eyebrows, silently asking me to back her up. Normally I would take Clarke's side of things, but for this I don't know that she's necessarily right. She's again reacting too quickly and on emotion. I don't know that we should just completely let it go like Bellamy is saying, but we definitely need a lot more time to think about this.