Arrow | Bellamy Blake | disc.

Chapter Seven

ARDEN sat down on a nearby rock and redid her hair. Putting her long dark hair into a braid from top to bottom, baby hair crowned her tanned forehead. She sat on the bench looking around not knowing entirely what to do. Should she go see Jasper, to see if he was okay? Or should she find Bellamy, even though he said he would come and find her. Arden sighed in defeat, resting her head her palms.

What the hell was she doing? She was going to be caught, found out by the skaikru. Lincoln told her not to be stupid, what was stupider than this? She was going hunting with a guy that thought he ran the camp. And befriending Clarke, it was a terrible idea. Nothing stays hidden forever.

Arden then straightened her back and stood up, a thought processing in her head. She could slip away during the hunting trip. She needed to get back to Ton D.C, she needed to tell Anya about what the camp was about and how the skaikru were non-lethal. Well, she wasn't quite sure about that yet, but soon she would figure that out.

She scanned the camp. Surprisingly, the hundred had created a fortress. It was neither beautiful nor strong, but it helped keep the critters out and the people in. It made the children of the Ark have a purpose. It busied their minds. It was smart. Claiming an area that they did not know was theirs, not so smart.

Soon enough when their camp will be found, Clarke's head would be found on a stick with it. Trikru did not take lightly to trespassers on their territory.

   

A scream, full of agony, erupted in the distance. Inside the dropship Jasper was going through something terrible. The sound made people stop and dry supplies, Arden got off the log she was sitting on and got up, continuing her way towards the dropship.

She breathed heavily when she entered, placing her forearm over her mouth and nose in order to keep her from breathing in heavy smells. Upstairs someone was talking, then Jasper wailed out again. Quickly, Arden scrambled up the ladder to see Clarke standing over Jasper with a few other people in the room.

Clarke turned around when she heard someone coming up the ladder, a fake smile plastered on her face, "Ah, Arden. I need your help."

"Hold him still," She ordered Finn, "I need to cut away the infected flesh."

Jasper withered on the table. He was dirty, covered in sweat and was topless. His wound looked worse than yesterday night. Arden scowled at herself, wishing she had gotten those medicinal leaves last night.

Arden reached over Clarke's shoulder, pressing two fingers to his throat. His heart beat was weak, but there. Arden saw a flash of dark hair and skin go by her. Next thing she knew, Octavia was screaming in her ear that Clarke was killing Jasper.

"She's trying to save his life," Finn snapped.

"She can't."

Arden whipped around at the new voice. Bellamy stood at the entrance to the top floor, wearing a blue shirt. His hair was everywhere, but some how pulled it off. Arden pressed her lips in a firm line, then gazed back to Jasper.

Clarke's friend, more like bodyguard, stood up. Wells clenched his jaw as he looked over him. Wells tallness gave an advantage over Bellamy, but Wells knew his place.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die," Clarke huffed, not wanting to start an argument about this.

"Kid's a goner," Bellamy stated, "If you can't see that you're deluded. He's making people cra—"