REBEL [1] - Bellamy Blake

five.

Crazy=genius -Panic! At the disco

Bellamy had just entered the tent Avery and Octavia shared, spotting Avery asleep on the floor.

He smiled, crouching down to her and brushing the hair out of her face. "Peanut. Peanut. Wake up."

She moaned, rubbing her face slowly. "Hey Bell. Watching me sleep?"

"I tried to find you, how come you're not helping with the wall?"

"Helped yesterday, tired today. Haven't slept in a while." she replied, sitting up "What happened?"

"Come on. Group meeting." He told her, whist she got up and got to her jacket.

They both walked out, into the main tent where two fingers and a knife was on the table. "Why do we have severed fingers on the table? Shouldn't the fingers be attached to the body."

"They're Wells'." Octavia told her.

"Oh god."

"The knife was made of metal from the dropship." Clarke said, as Avery picked it up. "Avery."

"What? We're not going to get a CSI fingerprint machine in the middle of the forest." Avery replied, tracing her fingers over the knife and oddly recognizing it before shit hit her. "Who else knows about this?"

"No one, we brought it straight here." Octavia replied. "So, there's a murderer in the camp?"

"There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." Bellamy's jaw clenched.

"What's going on?" Avery whispered while pushing him aside from the group. "I know when something's up with you. So What's going on?"

"Nothing." He obviously lied back.

"I know when you lie Bellamy." Avery warned him and then the pair went back to the group. "We keep this between ourselves. Got it." she told them but Clarke snatching the knife, trying to walking out of the room.

"Get out of my way, Bellamy." She said while trying to shove past him.

"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."

"Oh, good for you, you mean. What... keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

"Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us." Bellamy told her. "Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do... just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is."

"Oh, really? J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know." She argued and Avery grabbed her arm. "This is going to end badly if you do this Clarke. I know."

"The people have a right to know." She repeated and tugged her hand away. Bellamy and Avery both new this was going to end badly, one way or another. Everyone followed her out and watched her as she pushed Murphy away. "You son of a bitch!"

"Whats your Problem?" He snapped back. Making Avery turn her head to the side.

His eyes slid down to his own knife that was in Clarke' hand, her knuckles turning blue from her grip. "It's my knife. Where'd you find it?"

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells." Clarke replied.

"Where I what? The Grounders killed Wells, not me." Murphy exclaimed back making Avery clench her jaw.

"I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it."

"Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?"