▪Fallen Skies▪ *The 100 FF*

Chapter Five

I stare at Clarke's wristband as Monty pricks at it with wires. Yep. She took it off. Turns out, her mother turned her father in. This is her way of getting her mother back. I shake my head before turning to look at the spark coming from the wristband. "Yes! I did it. It's still operational." Monty smiles as he holds the wristband. Finn steps off the ladder and turns to Clarke. He shakes his head. "What? Monty needed a working wristband." "And you needed to punish your mother." He says looking down at her clearly disappointed in her. "Look, they're running out of air, and we need their help. My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary." She exhales while looking at him. "Not if I can't patch it through the dropship mainframe. I can do it. We'll be talking to the Ark by nightfall." Monty examines Clarke's expression. I smile slightly. "Great job Monty. You're the best." I stand up and pat his back before walking towards the exit.

"This section should be finished by tomorrow. Hey! You think the Grounders are just gonna sit around, and wait for us to finish the wall? Maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you, huh?"I hear Murphy's voice above the chatter. I see Conner panting and sweating. "I just need some water, okay? Then I'll be fine." Murphy shrugs and unzips his pants. I arch my eyebrow and eye his expression carefully. The next thing that happens is just unbelievable. He starts PISSING on Conner. My jaw drops. "Murphy!" I begin to run towards him. "Uhh! What the hell is wrong with you, Murphy?" Conner steps back. "Look at you! You wanted a water break. Get back to work." Murphy zips up his jeans before turning to me. I shove him hard causing him to stumble back. "Now you start pissing on people like a fucking animal!" I glare at him. He steps towards me and returns the gaze. "You're a sick fuck Murphy." I snarl at him. "Back off Fletcher." He growls at me. "What are you going to do about it?" I stare into his eyes and keep my stance in front of him. Bellamy steps beside me and glares at Murphy. "Get back to work Murphy." Bellamy orders firmly. Murphy hesitantly backs down. "Yes sir." He says impassively before walking off. I look up at Bellamy. "You didn't step in when he was pissing on Conner. Why even bother?" I say turning away from him and bumping into him as I walk off. He doesn't follow after me as I walk towards the dropship. Smart choice Blake. I See Octavia and Jasper walking together nervously. Octavia spots me and signals me to go over there. I sigh and jog towards them. I look down at her. "What's wrong O?" I ask, seeing fear sketched on her face. "We need to talk in private." She says calmly. "Uh..Ok." She quickly pulls me into a empty tent along with Jasper. "Come on O....You're kinda freaking me out." I look around as she scans the area. Her eyes finally lands on mine. She clears her throat and holds my shoulders. "Wells' dead." She finally manages to choke out. My eyes widen. W...Wells is dead..But how?

I examine the knife Octavia said she found near Wells' body. Clarke paces around the room. I let out a deep breath before looking at a puzzled Bellamy. "This was metal from the dropship..." I say rubbing my finger gently along the dull back of the blade. Clarke looks up at me with stress clouding her emotions. "What do you mean?" Octavia crosses her arms. "Octavia does anyone else know about this?" Clarke jumps in. "No. I told Haven as soon as I saw her then we came here before anyone else could find out." Octavia says slightly shaking. I slowly nod and hold up the blade. "This means that the Grounders didn't kill Wells. One of us did." I say before lowering the blade. Octavia looks up. "So there's a murderer in camp?" "There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." Bellamy says scanning everyone in the room. Clarke shakes her head. "Clarke, be smart about this. Look what we've achieved.. the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us." Bellamy blocks the entrance just in case. I think over the though for a moment. He's right... "Oh, good for you, you mean. What...keep people afraid and they'll work for you. Is that it?" Bellamy nods. "Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us. 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." He points at the knife in my grip. "Actually. I do. J.M. John Murphy. It's his knife." I say standing up. "And if I remember correctly...You were the one to say that fear means death down here. Am I right?" I step forward to stand beside Clarke. Bellamy doesn't answer. I nod and close my eyes momentarily. "The thing is that I agree with what you're saying." I say before turning to Clarke. "He's right. Clarke. These people feed off of each others energy. One trigger... The whole group will collapse. Think about this Clarke.." I say looking her in the eyes. "I have thought about this. The people have the right to know." She says before taking the knife from my grasp. She walks past Bellamy. He shakes his head before following after her. "Sheeiiiit." I walk out behind Bellamy.