Wanderlust |♤| Bellamy Blake

A Murderer In Camp

Out of breath and flustered, Charlie went back to camp. She headed straight to the dropship, which is where she figured Clarke would be. Bingo. "Clarke, can you remove the stitches now?"

"I'll have to look at them." She said. Charlie took a seat and lifted up her tank top. She watched as Clarke set to work. "Looks like you had fun." she said with a smirk.

"Huh?" Charlie asked, a blush coating her skin. Clarke's suggestive words flew past Charlie.

Clarke laughed and pulled a twig from Charlie's hair. "You have hickey's all over your neck, Fitz. Who was it?" Clarke wiggled her eyebrows. She began to pluck the stitches out of the fully healed wound. It's been more than a week since she got injured and she was correct of the outcome. There is a jagged scar where the gash was and turns out it looks pretty cool.

"It is a person, little Mrs. Nosey." Charlie joked as Clark dabbed at the scar with alcohol to make sure it stays clean.

Before Clarke could have a chance to get the name from Charlie's mouth, Octavia rushed in and looked at both the girls. "Follow me. Both of you." She looked shook- like she saw a ghost.

Clarke and Charlie shared a looked before following after the younger Blake.

They entered and Bellamy's eyes jumped to Charlie immediantly. He had to hide the smirk that was threatening to show just from looking at her neck. He had some on his too, so Charlie had to look away so it wasn't as obvious. She moved her hair over her shoulder to try and hide the marks. She directed her attention to the fingers and knife on the table. "Is that Wells?" She asked Clarke. She nodded, staring down at the objects.

Clarke picked up the knife and examined it, "This knife was made from metal from the dropship."

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked, his eyes wide.

"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy asked Octavia and Jasper.

"No one. We brought it straight here."

"Clarke?"

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." She answered.

Jasper breathed, "So there's a murderer in camp?

Charlie put her hand on his back. "There's always been murderers in camp, Jas. Remember, we were all criminals."

"This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." Bellamy stated, placing his hands on his hips.

Clarke stormed around the tent to leave but Bellamy stopped her. "Get out of my way, Bellamy."

"Be smart about this. Look at what we achieved- the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us." Bellamy told her.

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

Charlie stepped forward and grabbed the knife from the table. Looking it over. Something was etched on it.

"Yea. That's it. 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 it is." Bellamy stated.

"Um, Bell- It's John's knife." Charlie turned it so he could see the initials. J.M. scratched in the yellow handle.

"The people have a right to know." Clarke said, snatching the knife from Charlie's hand and storming out of the tent.

The others followed, except for Bellamy and Charlie. She stepped forward, "Come on, let's see what she is going to unfold."

They walked outside and stood beside Jasper and Octavia. Bellamy crossed his arms, Charlie watched in angst. Murphy is like a ticking time bomb, you never know when he will blow. "The grounders killed Wells. Not me." He looked her in the eyes.