Fire Starter ♔ Bellamy Blake [1]

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over Wells for only a moment before noticing a difference.

"Where's your wristband?" She asked, breathlessly. Her hands reaching for his bare wrist as she looked him in the eye, confused. Knowing Wells, he wouldn't take his off just for fun. "Blaze?!"

At the sudden mention of my name my brows furrowed while my lips curled into a snarl. "What?! You asked me to look over the camp, not be Wells' caretaker." And right now, I was proving to be terrible at both.

Why does she assume I'd follow Wells and monitor his every move? Granted, there's people in camp with a jagged agenda against him which is reason enough to keep an extra eye out, but that doesn't mean I'm able to recite his whereabouts out of memory.

"Besides what're you worrying about that for? Where's that other kid...?"

At first I had only assumed he was straggling behind. As I see now, that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. Five people left and only four returned. With Monty's face falling into melancholy I'm forced to guess something bad has occurred.

"What happened to your friend?" I turned to Monty, stammering because the look on his face held no guarantee for a satisfying answer.  "G-goggles...?"

"Jasper was the hit." Space walker spoke up. His gaze never lifting from his bouncing knee. "They took him." He spat out in fear it almost sounded like.

"We're not safe anymore. All the more reason we need to stay in contact with the ark through our wristbands, Blaze." Blondie seethed the vowels in my name. Didn't I just explain to her that Wells' well being is none of my concern? I thought she stopped caring about him for whatever reasoning she has.

"Don't blame Blaze," Wells ripped his arm out of Blondie's grip the second it latched on and gave a foul head nod towards Bellamy. "Ask him."

And so she did. "How many?"

"Twenty-four and counting." Murphy answered freely. His head lifted, untucked from his chest, so everyone saw the bloodied cuts and bruises he received from Wells and I.

Mainly Wells.

At his tone of voice I looked up at him with a stoic stare. If It weren't for Monty's arm that rested unnoticeably on my waist from the hug we shared, I would've socked Murphy in the shoulder by now.

"You idiots." Blondie whispered. "Life support on the ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there." The crowd stopped to absorb the secret they've been let it on. "If you take off your wristbands you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"