Fire Starter ♔ Bellamy Blake [1]

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" W H A T D O W E DO N O W ? "

Spacewalker sliced the thickening tension by asking. His eyes flickered nervously between Bellamy and I although he was ultimately asking Blondie who rocked on her heels wearily.

"Now...we go after Jasper." She touched my shoulder with the faintest modem.

I snapped my eyes away from Bellamy's figure and saw the simple nod she gave me. Just one nod to show the gratitude for helping her in the argument against helping the people of the ark. But I didn't do it for her. If you think about it, I didn't necessarily do it for me either. I don't have anyone who's waiting to see me or anyone who cares about my me on the ark. I just thought that Bellamy's manipulative reasoning was complete bullshit and you'd think these people would be smart enough to catch on.

Rather than trailing my sparks of anger from my earlier rant and flaring my nostrils in stubborn defeat, I took a big breath and solemnly nodded before turning to exit out the pit with Monty at my side.

"Blaze." Someone called behind me. My feet didn't want to turn back, if anything I think it's best for everyone if I cooled down around people who weren't irritating me to the death at the moment. But I sucked it up and propped my chin over my shoulder. "My knife. You still have my knife." Murphy loosely gestured to the knife I had taken away from him earlier.

It gets difficult to take him seriously with the as he tried to look tough. It's sad how-with the way he's been treated-being tough's the only thing he knows how to do well.

My arm reeled back, way back, and with the right amount of strength applied the handle flew out of my hand. Monty jumped, already scolding me for throwing the blade in the first place. But there's nothing he could do expect watch as it rotated mid-air then landing three inches deep in a tree trunk just a shoulder's length away from the trash king himself.

I saw the rigid look on Murphy's face. He was worried I'd actually hit him but seemingly reminded himself that he's used to my antics by now. And he gave Bellamy a side glance as if saying, 'see what we're dealing with here?' 

"Now we go."

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"It's not your ankles Wells. It's you."

Clattering down the steps of the ladder, Blondie lowered herself from the second floor looking sluggishly annoyed. At first it was an eye catching mystery until Wells followed behind her.

Those two, I will admit, are strange.

Wells is in love with her from the way she rants heroically to the tiny beauty mark above her lip. It's clear as the morning sky. Blondie on the other hand is, in simple terms-messy. Either, I'm right and she cares about Wells but covers it up, or she actually is bothered by his presence.