Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter nine

A half hour had passed and the curly haired brunette was pushing past people and searching tents, calling out for the dark-haired girl with his deep, raspy voice, "Octavia?" He asked each person he passed if they knew the whereabouts of his sister, but the only information he learned was that no one had seen her since the previous day.

"Octavia?"

He found his way to Clarke's and Hazel's shared tent, not knowing if they'd still be awake or not. Bellamy didn't care, he would wake them up if it meant finding out where his sister had gone. "You're up?" he asked as he rudely barged into their conversation. Hazel let out a surprised squeal as she went to cover her barely clothed body. Because it had been just her and Clarke, she had felt comfortable wearing just her bra and underwear—which is what she tended to sleep in (Hazel often got warm through the night and would wake up sweating if she had too many pieces of clothes on her). Now that the two females had a visitor, the dirty blonde wasn't so comfortable.

Bellamy respectfully kept his eyes locked on Clarke's dressed form, not having the time to waste on seeing Hazel's almost naked body. He was too worried about his sister to think about there being a practically naked woman in front of him.

"Yeah, knowing that hundreds of people might be dying on the Ark makes it pretty hard to sleep," Clarke said sarcastically before glancing over at Hazel who was under her thin sheet and struggling to pull her skinny jeans on while laying down, "and Hazel wanted to talk about some things."

Bellamy nodded, quickly glancing at the other girl to see her squirming about under her parachute-made sheet. She was really struggling with the jeans and both the blonde and brunette could hear her cursing under her breath. In order to stop himself from laughing at the girl, Bellamy tried to reassure, "Raven's flares will work." Being in the company of the two women made him almost forget about the real reason he was there. Key word, almost.

"Her radio would've worked better," Clarke snapped, dragging Bellamy's attention from the dirty blonde who was still cursing about her jeans.

He looked down guiltily before he remember his reasoning for being there in the first place, "Have you seen Octavia?" The brunette waited anxiously for their response, hoping that they would have information about his sister.

"No. It's Octavia. She's probably chasing butterflies," Clarke rolled her eyes. The dirty blonde had finally slipped into her jeans and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Hazel frowned, obviously taking the situation more seriously than her annoyed roommate was. The two had been having an intense conversation about Finn until the curly haired brunette walked in and disrupted them, for good reason. The dirty blonde thought a bit before answering, hoping she would be more helpful than Clarke.

"Last time I saw her was this morning, right after you and Finn left," Hazel added. Bellamy shut his eyes, knowing that the longer she was missing, the less likely Octavia was still breathing. The dirty blonde began to feel as if it were her own fault that Octavia was missing. After all, she had been the one to see her last.

"I've checked the camp. She's not here," Bellamy stated, thinking only of the safety of his sister. He was past the point of being worried now—he was scared. Noticing the brunette's fear seemed to have gotten Clarke out of her sour mood, and she suddenly felt awful for snapping at him earlier.

The blonde princess nodded, as if that would help Bellamy remain calm, before she looked at her roommate, "Okay. We'll help you find her." Hazel began to lace up her boots before grabbing her jacket and pack, not knowing how long they would be gone.

Clarke spewed out instructions of where each person should check. They split up, knowing that they would cover more of the camp's ground when separated. Hazel began to grow more and more anxious when she was unsuccessful in finding her youngest friend. It had been almost a full day. How far could Octavia gone?