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Raven was the first to rush to the source of the screams, running as fast as she could. Although she didn't like to admit it, Raven liked Clarke and she would go to great lengths to protect her.
The brunette stumbled back as she saw the body. Clarke was weeping, trying to feel for her friend's pulse, although she knew it wasn't there. Wells was dead, and nothing anyone could do would bring him back.
"Who would do this" Raven choked. She wasn't close to Wells, but she was close to Clarke and seeing her like this hurt Raven.
Clarke sunk down to her knees, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..." She repeated, shaking her head, as the tears fell harder. Raven cradled the smaller girl, stroking her hair and rocking her as if she was her mother.
Raven wasn't the only one who heard the screams. Jasper and Monty stumbled into the clearing, both assessing the situation. "Raven, what happened?" Jasper asked, his eyes wide in shock. The girl shook her head, her cheeks wet with tears as if to indicate her oblivion towards the situation.
Clarke scrambled towards the body, and gently closed Wells' hardened eyes.
"May we meet again." She sobbed, holding onto Raven to stop herself from fully collapsing. Monty sat down beside Raven, holding onto both of his friends. He turned to the boy with the goggles,
"Find Bellamy."
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The two boys walked into camp, a grounder behind them. He had been gagged with his hands tied together as Bellamy pulled the chain that hung tightly around his neck. Everyone moved aside for the three men, creating a path from the camp to the ship. Jasper stood in front of the ship's entrance, his eyes wide and lips pulled into a tight frown.
"Move out of the way goggles, grounder coming through," Murphy sneered. The boy ignored him and shifted his eyes to Bellamy. "Something's happened," Jasper spoke blankly, almost as though his emotions had disappeared.
"What is it, Jasper?" The boy asked, tilting his head.
"It's Wells," He replied, "He's dead."
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Raven had asked Octavia to dig Wells' grave and although it wasn't the most productive way to spend her day, she had nothing better to do. And besides, Clarke and Raven were hurting.
She stuck her shovel into the dirt.
John Murphy was bored and now that Wells was dead, he had no one to start fights with. Murphy wasn't one to avoid drama. In fact, he thrived on it. When he had tried to find out the details of the recent murder, he was shunned and deemed insensitive. That's why when he found out that Octavia Blake had the job of grave digging, he couldn't help himself.
"What happened to him? "Wow," Octavia rested her shovel on the fence. "You really are a piece of shit." John gave her a puzzled glare. "Nice to see you too," He replied. The girl exhaled sharply and took a few steps towards John.
"You can't just kill everyone that doesn't agree with you!" She snapped. Murphy gave her a puzzled glare
"Wait, you think I killed the dude?" Octavia rolled her eyes. "Of course you did. Nothing says John Murphy like carving a smiley face into someone's neck!" "Really Octavia? I thought someone like-minded such as you would understand what it's like to be the outcast, the unwanted." Octavia struck him across the face. "You and I are nothing alike." She stated before resuming digging. Murphy spat.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," He hissed.
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"Speak," Clarke ordered, staring deep into the grounders eyes. He glared back, not speaking a word. "I said, speak," She shouted, holding her knife to his neck. "Woah, Clarke stop," Bellamy put his hand on her shoulder, "If you kill him, we'll never get closure." Clarke shook his hand off. "Don't act like you cared about Wells," She yelled, "You hated him." "Clarke, I think you should go to sleep. Bell and I can handle this," Raven suggested.
The blonde girl moved her knife to the enemies chest and slid the blade across his skin, making him wince. "We're going to try this again," She spoke, "Why did you kill Wells?" No answer. She slashed him again, watching him struggle once more as drops of scarlet trickled from his open cuts to the floor. Raven could tell Clarke's knife work was hurting her friend more than the grounder. Clarke had never hurt a soul. She dropped the knife and struck him across the face. And again. And once more before she sank to the floor.
"How could you just do that to someone?" She sobbed, "How could you."
"Bell, get her out of here," Raven called to the boy guarding the upper deck door. He nodded back and helped Clarke to her feet as she fought against him. "How could you-" She whispered- "How could you-" In a matter of seconds, Clarke was out of the room. It hurt Raven deeply to see her like that.
"Let's get down to business," Raven said. "I'll get him," Monty spoke. The girl nodded. Monty made his way behind a curtain hung in the corner of the room and re-emerged a few seconds later, carrying Wells' body in his arms and placing him in front of the grounder.
As soon as the grounder was aware of the body, his eyes grew wide in his head. The man shook his head continuously and struggled in his chains, trying to release himself. "She's coming," The grounder said with pure panic in his voice "The reaper, she's coming." "What?" Monty puzzled, giving the man a confused look. "R," Raven said, remembering the bloody markings. "R for reaper?" The grounder nodded.
"Jusheda. She's coming."
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Bellamy held onto Clarke, burying his head in her loose golden waves as she held him back limply, sobbing into his chest. He stroked her hair and told her he'd get closure, no matter what.
Although the two had been fighting since they landed, Bellamy felt like he owed it to Clarke to comfort her. Plus he didn't mind it either.
The boy took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, cuddling up to her. It was a perfect moment. But like all moments, it came to an end.
Screams arose from outside of the ship.
Even though Bellamy wanted to stay here, cuddled up to Clarke, the screams sent a chill down his spine. "Clarke, stay here. I promise I'll be right back," he assured her. She sat up, wiping her eyes and wrapping her jacket tightly around herself. Clarke smiled up at him, allowing him to exit the ship.
Bellamy made his way outside. Murphy was stood against a tree in the middle of camp, a dagger stuck into the trunk an inch above his head.
"What's happening?" Bellamy asked Monroe who was hiding to the side of the dropship. "Keep your voice down!" She warned, "There's someone out there."
He watched as another knife was hurled over the wall, he heard the cries first, then he saw the blood. Face first into the ground. It was a perfectly placed head wound, and he knew that she was dead. Bellamy's eyes fell upon the bloody remnants of her shattered skull. The victim looked no older than thirteen, she was fresh-faced and her cheeks still bore baby fat. He watched the light shift out of her eyes. That was a sight that would stay with him for the rest of his life, however long that would be.
"She's here," Raven said as she emerged from the dropship. "Who's here Raven?" Bell riddled. She stared straight ahead. "The reaper. She's here."
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hey, so i know that authors notes are a bit annoying but i just wanted to say something.
now i know that Wells is in about three episodes of the 100 but i really loved him and it annoyed me that his death didn't get enough mention. people reacted more strongly when charlotte died (WELLS' MURDERER) and i just miss him so much that i wanted to give his death the reaction that he deserved.
oh and if it was unclear, the girl that was killed at the end of this chapter was charlotte
thankyou for reading
—red x
