Keep Fighting || The 100

Thriteen

After Finn helped Bury Wells, I left Clarke alone and went to the dropship to be with Monty. Yesterday, Octavia's wristband stopped working completely after it sparked and shocked Monty like it did to me before. I had decided to take mine off after much thinking. We were about to pull it off when Clarke came in, saying that she would take hers off.

"Yes! I did it. It's still operational." He cheered as they shared a smile. They both stood up and Clarke went to Finn while me and Monty worked on the communication panel with the wristband. Or trying to. Two engineers who never completed their training gave us limited knowledge but I believe in us.

"Look they're running out of air and we need their help. My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary."

"Not if I can't patch it through the dropship mainframe. We can do it. We'll be talking to the ark by nightfall." Clarke nodded before she and Finn left, leaving us to work. "For a second, I thought you didn't believe we could do it." I clipped some wires away before reconnecting them to others. "With both of our brains, I know we can."

We quietly started working, the voices of everyone working outside were at a calm hum. But alas, shouting followed shortly after. Murphy's name being shouted caught my attention. "You wanna go check? You can." I shook my head as I pulled the knife I used out from between my teeth. "No thank you. I don't have the energy to argue today." Monty just silently laughed.

We continued working but a distant scream made me stop. "Did you hear that?" He shook his head no and I continued with the wires before deciding to go see and make sure nothing. Weirdly, it sounded like Octavia and I was right when I heard Jasper yell for her. I went out the gate and saw Jasper standing there, muffled grunts from a few meters away.

"Where's Octavia?" Jasper pointed to the bush just outside and I quickly made my way over, Jasper behind me, the knife I was using for the wires in hand. "Octavia? Octavia! Are you okay?" We both jumped back when John Mbege jumped out with Octavia in his arms. "Hey, jerk! Get the hell out of here!" She shoved him away while he just laughed.

"What the fuck John! Jasper just went through something traumatizing, you dick! Put your hands on her again and I'mm make sure you won't have any!" I yelled at him, pointing my knife at him as he backed away back into camp with his hands raised, a smirk on his lips.

"Jasper, come on. There's nothing to be afraid of." A hard thud made me snap around to them to see Jasper on the ground. "Come on, Jasper. Let's get you back in..." My voice trailed off when I got to him about to help him up and I saw he was staring at something.

A knife followed by two fingers... which made me realize this is where Wells was found.

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We went back inside to get Bellamy and Clarke. And let me tell you, none of us wanted to pick up Wells' fingers but someone had to do it. So I did. I was puked at least 3 times.

"This knife was made of metal from the dropship." Clarke said when she picked up the knife, which was obvious. "What do you mean?" Jasper's tone had evident fear in them. At this point, it was obvious that the grounders didn't kill Wells. "Who else knows about this?"

"No one. We brought straight here."

"I think I'm gonna sick. Again." I leaned my hands on the table, dipping my head down with eyes closed making my hair fall around my head. "Clarke?" "It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us."

"So there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper said which made me squirm a bit. Wells wasn't well-liked, that was obvious. I just never thought someone might actually kill him.