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❝ WE WERE LIKE GODS AT THE DAWNING OF THE WORLD. ❞
"YES! I DID IT." Monty exclamied excitedly, as he looked at Clarke's wristband. She had asked him to take it off the next day, out of spite of what her mother put her through. "It's still operational."
Finn looked to Nova, who stood by his side. Both of them had just been watching Monty and Clarke, and both of them knew the full story behind why she did it. Clarke joined the two, a hint of a smile on her face.
"What?" Clarke asked, looking at Finn and the look on his face. "Monty needed a working wristband."
"And you needed to punish your mother"
"Look, they're running out of air, and we need their help. My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary."
"Not if I can't patch it through the dropship mainframe." Monty said, turning around to face them. "I can do it. We'll be talking to the Ark by nightfall." Clarke nodded, then walked out of the dropship, Nova following after her.
"You think it'll work?" Nova asked.
"It's Monty. He'll figure it out." Clarke said, giving Nova a small smile to show she had hope of a good future.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Murphy?" Connor, one of the delinquents that had been sent down to Earth, yelled. Nova and Clarke stopped to look at what drama Murphy had started now.
"You wanted a water break. Get back to work!" Murphy yelled to Connor.
"I can't stand that fuckface." Clarke muttered, which caused Nova to smirk at her choice of wording. On the Ark, Nova had rarely ever heard Clarke use any kind of profane language, as she had to keep up her good girl status.
"You and Finn look kinda close lately," Nova said, shooting Clarke a knowing smirk. She had always been good at reading people, especially Clarke. She knew that Clarke was crushing on Finn, and damn right she was going to give her hell about it.
"It's not like that, Nova."
"It is, though." Nova spoke, a smile on her face. She had missed Clarke so much during her time in lock-up. She had missed gossiping about others on the Ark from time to time with Clarke. Clarke had always been the one by her side through everything. Okay, except parties. Clarke rarely partied.
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Word had gotten around quickly that morning about Wells' passing. The whole camp knew about it, and now they were trying to find the murderer. At first, they had figured a grounder snuck up on him while on guard and killed him, but now they had proof that it was one of the 100. One of the delinquents found his lifeless body on the ground, and alerted the camp, which sent it into chaos, as their fear of the grounders grew. As of now, the rest of the 100 thought it was the Grounders. That is, until Jasper found Wells' missing fingers, and John Murphy's knife on the ground.
