Chapter 40 - Old Sayings

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~Clarkes POV~

It has been a week since we met around that camp fire.

It has been a very long week.

A week of loading supplies. A week of retrieving the rover from the Valley. A week of convincing, of distracting, of hurt.

Octavia is going ahead with her plan and there is no way of stopping her. She truly believes this will work, that this will bring peace. That we will all live happily. What she is thinking won't happen. Those who want to kill, will kill.

Those who won't. Will hesitate, that is when they will be killed.

Bellamy and I have been preparing Madi, Bellamy has shown her how to work his pistol and some of the heavier automatic weapons. I have shown Raven a few tricks with a sword, not being as experienced as I want to be, but I taught her what I know.

Monty has built several explosives by hand with the help of Raven using the last of the rocket fuel found at the bottom of the drop ships fuel tanks. The C4's they have made will be what is getting us into the bunker.

Supplies have been rationed and day by day an army is being built. Tomorrow we put it to test.

"Hit harder, use your weight." I say to Raven as she hops towards me, the sword in her hands slamming against mine as I block her hit and strike at her. She gives me a smirk and responds tired.

"A gun is more my style." She says her sword missing mine and slicing down at my feet. I wait for her to catch her breath before striking her again, watching her block. Her hands moving up the blade wanting to hold it on either end.

"This isn't working." She says stumbling backwards in the dirt and letting my blade fall. I sigh and wipe my forehead, my palms sweaty and eyes stinging from the afternoon sun.

"Your right." I say sighing sliding one of the many swords we found into the belt of my pants. "I will find you a pistol." I say knowing Bellamy will have one spare. I look up to Raven and catch her smiling at me with a glint in her eye.

I raise an eyebrow at her and I watch her smile grow.

"You where thinking about him weren't you?" She teases walking towards me her leg catching dirt against her boot. I feel a blush rising to my cheeks and duck away from Raven. Her smile only getting bigger.

"Clarke is there something you want to tell me?" She asks her grin contagious as I feel a smile break through and across my face. I feel the blush land at my cheeks and I cover my face.

"Clarke Griffin did you and Bellamy Blake –" I cut her off and shout with a grin I can't contain, spreading like a wild fire across my body.

"NO! It was just a kiss." I say with a chuckle. I see her shake her head and laugh before looking up towards me.

"Just a kiss eh?" She says winking at me. I cringe and smack her hands away as she tries to take them away from my bright red cheeks. I laugh slightly a how ridiculous she is being and walk over to her, both of us making our way back to camp.

"You know-"

A gun shot rings through the air and we stop in our tracks. I stare at Raven and we assume it's a misfire until another crack rips through the air.

"Go." She tells me, and I do. I sprint up the hill away from Raven and up towards the craters edge. People gather in large groups surrounding what I can only assume is a person in the middle. As I dodge trees and leap over logs, the soft earth sinking bellow my feet as I follow the sounds of gun fire.

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