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scintilla
sɪnˈtɪlə/
noun
a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.
"I will have to die for this I fear, there's rage and terror and there's sickness here. I fight because I h...
"I'll never understand why you tried to make me feel guilty for the things you did to me."
chapter 9: ara
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Bellamy, Clarke, Judah, Octavia, and I had assembled in a tent located near the edge of camp. Clarke's face was still pale, Sterling and a few others had gone with Clarke and Octavia out of camp and Octavia was correct. Wells Jaha had been murdered, Clarke appeared and called a select few to the tent.
Monty had remained in drop ship insisting that he had to watch Jasper now that he was on the mend.
Clarke leaned on the edge of the metal table which had been moved from the drop ship to the food tent. Her face held a dark expression, in her clenched fists was a knife, I could see the gleam of the metal and Clarke pressed it down on the table.
"It was Murphy." Clarke stated as she looked around at all of us, Judah furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke.
"Murphy's a bad guy, but you can't just accuse him of murder with no proof." He ran a hand through his hair and folded his arms across his chest.
"I have proof right here, the knife that killed Wells has the initials J.M." Clarke pointed at the knife with gritted teeth.
"What are we going to do about this?" Octavia questioned, her eyes darted around the room.
"I'm going to get that son of a bitch to admit what he's done." Clarke snarled as she marched towards the entrance of the tent.
Bellamy held his arm out stopping her from leaving, his face was blank. Clarke huffed and stopped in her tracks.
"What?" Clarke snapped, she was determined to get revenge for Wells.
"We don't know for sure that it was Murphy, it could've been the grounders. That's what everyone out there believes and maybe it's for the best." Bellamy comprimised, he had a point then there would be no ructions.
"Are you crazy and let a murderer walk around camp freely? I don't think so, Murphy did this." Clarke ordered as she pushed past Bellamy.
Bellamy cursed under his breath and we filed out of the tent to follow Clarke, Murphy was stood laughing near the gate. Clarke marched up to him and shoved his chest, he glared down out her and a crowd at gathered at Clarke's words.
"You killed Wells, admit it Murphy." Clarke demanded and Murphy just let out a snigger.
"I wasn't anywhere near the prince." Murphy shot back using a teasing nickname for Wells.
