Camp Arkadia (The 100)

Chapter 9

"Is it clear to go?" Clarke turned and asked Bellamy.

The sky had gone back to dark blue and powdered paint could no longer be seen reflecting in the moonlight.

"No, not yet he," he told her, still thinking, "come with me."

Bellamy grabbed her wrist and took her further into the cave.

"It's just up here," he informed her, taking her up a passage way.

They then entered a small room, it looked like an old bird watchers hut.

Bellamy sat down on the bench and got his gun ready. Clarke soon copied and did the same as Bellamy. They both lay in wait.

Something moved in the trees. But Bellamy spotted it way before Clarke, and took the shot. A perfect hit.

Raven stumbled out into the clearing looking annoyed.

"Lets go," Bellamy turned to Clarke.

He led her out a different exit of the cave nearer to where they parted with Murphy and Harper.

Realising where she was Clarke went over to the hollow tree where Harper had hid - empty.

"Have you found Murphy?" she asked Bellamy.

"No," he shook his head, "not a sign of him."

"What do we do?" Clarke asked.

"We'll have to finish the race, for all we know they could have finished or they could have been shot."

So Bellamy and Clarke carried on walking.

After a few minutes they heard a noise.

Bellamy tapped Clarke's arm and signalled for her to crouch down. Both of them did so and waited.

The trees to the right of them rustled and the two of them for ready to shoot.

But then Harper burst out of the trees.

Clarke let out a sigh of relief and stood up.

Bellamy quickly pulled her back down again and put his finger over his lips, signalling for her to be quiet. 

Then, almost on cue rapid fire broke out from the trees.

Harper was shot instantly and got our of the way while the fight continued.

When the shots stopped Clarke and Bellamy saw the entire purple team covered in paint and not a drop on themselves.

Harper and the purple team walked out of the race.

"Come on," Bellamy turned to Clarke pulling her on in the race.

They jogged for a little bit as the path became more clear and their were less tree roots.

"Bellamy," Clarke called ahead, she had stopped running.

"What?" he asked.

"Someone's standing in the path."

Bellamy looked up and saw the rough out line of a person. He got his gun ready and slowly edged forward bringing them into focus.

As he got closer Bellamy realised who it was - it was Murphy.

"Bellamy," he exclaimed.

"How did you get here?" Bellamy asked.

"I couldn't find you after the acid fog so I water here, figured you'd come on this path," Murphy explained and he turned around and started walking.

"Murphy," Clarke called, catching up with the two boys, "you've been shot."

Murphy looked down at the back of his shirt where there was a small splodge of pink paint.

Murphy growled in frustration and walked off.

That just left Clarke and Bellamy, to win it for the blue team.

"I don't think it's far now," Bellamy said when they had began running again.

Then they saw it the fish line in the distance. To get to it, a 200m spirit through open terrain, where you could eaisly get shot.

Bellamy looked at Clarke, held her hand and the two began to run.

They ran fast legs aching, only now noticing their cuts and bruises over their bodies. Bellamy open white shirt was dirty with mud, but still paint free.

Only 50m away now they picked up the speed.

One last push and they crossed the finish line.

Clarke looked up at Bellamy smiling and out of breath, they had won the race, it felt amazing.

                            ***

Bellamy stood alone at the finish line staring out into the woods. He loved camp, it was exciting yet peacful at the same time. This year's camp had only just begun and he already felt at home again.

The new girl he had met, Clarke, was definetly having an effect on him, he was so much happier and just couldn't stop thinking about her.

Bellamy turned around and saw Clarke walking towards him, his palms became sweaty and he was suddenly nervous.

"Hey," she said to him when she got a bit closer.

"Hey."

"That was so great, thank you," Clarke said unexpectedly coming forward, edging even closer to Bellamy.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, went up on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his check.


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A bit of a longer chapter today I wanted to fit lots of things into one chapter. Thank you for reading, please remember to vote and comment.