Fire Starter ♔ Bellamy Blake [1]

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She's insane.

Another victim to paranoia, who listened too closely to the voices in their head and one morning woke up differently. Just decided to murder half a dozen people in flames, out of the blue.

She's been through hell as the rumors claim, you'd never guess the amount of pain that runs through her veins, so fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles.

But how can a sociopath such as herself befriend someone like my sister? How does a friendship built upon what I guess to be chaos even begin to form?

Blaze stood exactly where she did ten mintues ago when Princess decided to play tour guide and scavenge the forest alongside Octavia and the others who go by names I can't be bothered to remember.

Her little face slackened; her sight locked on the parted spot with brooding eyes, gaping lips, and slightly tilted head.

It almost seemed like she never left.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me like an idiot or do I have to start the conversation?" Her voice cut the thick silence between her back and I sounding bored.

My brows stitched together for the quickest second and I stumbled back surprised. No one mentioned she had eyes growing in the back of her head.

Noticing that she wasn't gonna get a reply, the albino headed girl grunted a light sigh and gradually turned on her heels to face me like every movement physically pained her.

I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?

"What do you want?" She whined. In that moment it reminded me of Octavia when she was younger; always complaining whenever mom and I rejected her idea of venturing elsewhere on the ark. It almost made her look normal, as if she didn't commit homicide.

"I need you to build a fire...unless you know someone else who's good with a lighter?"

Blaze masked her astonishment with one of death. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. But I can't take her seriously when the way her button nose scrunches up is distractingly adorable. With a cross of her arms, she took a few steps forward and clicked her tounge.

"How'd you know I had a lighter?"

I mocked her actions. Once I was close enough I reached for the tiny container in the front pocket of her black zipper jeans before she could object.

"You're too predictable, fire starter." Dangling it in her face.

She attempted to grab the lighter but I held it above my head. It was hilarious watching her get more aggravated then the last as she tried jumping. I wasn't sure if I was abnormally tall for my age or she was simply short for hers. So much anger in such a little body.