READY, AIM, FIRE [B.BLAKE]

CHAPTER FIVE

The rescue team had been walking for a while in two seperate groups of Wells with Clarke and Hazel, and Bellamy with Murphy. They didn't talk much until Bellamy sped up to walk next to Clarke, holding his gun in his hand like it was as harmless as a map, "hey, hold up. What's the rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart."

       Wells made a grab for Bellamy's gun, "put the gun away, Bellamy."

       "Why don't you do something about it, huh?" Murphy threatened, shoving Wells back by the shoulders. Hazel elbowed Murphy and shot him a glare as if to say 'play nice'.

       "Jasper screamed when they moved him." Clarke stated, looking straight into Bellamy's eyes. "If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly. It doesn't mean we have time to waste."

       Bellamy narrowed his eyes slightly, "as soon as you and Angel here take your wristbands off, we can go."

       Hazel rolled her eyes, "go ahead, Clarke. You take this one."

       "Happy to," Clarke smiled at Hazel, and then turned on Bellamy and took an intimidating step towards him, "the only way the Ark is gonna think we're dead is if we're dead. Got it?"

       Bellamy smirked and tipped his head to the side, "brave princess."

       "Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" The new voice of Finn said, turning everyone's attention on him. "You call this a rescue party? Split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me."

       Hazel watched as Clarke and Finn walked ahead together, noticing something more than friendship between the two, but tucking that information away for the moment. She pulled Murphy away to the side while Wells and Bellamy went to the left.

       "You know, you don't have to always be Bellamy's little bitch," Hazel said, raising her eyebrows.

       Murphy huffed, "please. I'm no one's little bitch."