❝ Disappeared from the Ark
without a trace? ❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from her life on the Ark, Clove Everhart finds herself entangled within a crowd of a hundred criminals. Despite her respect for the Ark's laws, s...
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A Rescue Party;
𝐂love lingers behind as her two friends walk side by side, an uncomfortable silence stretching above them.
Bellamy and Murphy are trailing farther behind, and she is barely able to make out a couple of quiet mumbles being exchanged between them.
"You sure he's alive, Clarke?" she questions. Her friend turns to glance at her.
Not that she notices. Her eyes are glued to the uneven ground the whole time, making sure not to stumble over tree roots and other unwelcoming plants.
"Yes, Jasper screamed when they took him."
She only nods her head, not completely understanding how the girl can be so certain. She'd been told that Jasper was speared right through the chest, which is a critical state to be thrown into.
Silence lingers upon the group once again, but it's broken as Bellamy and Murphy jog up to the three of them.
"What's the rush?" Blake questions, waving the gun around in the air like it's a toddler's playtoy. "You don't survive a spear through the heart."
"Put the gun away, Bellamy," Wells orders, only to be held back by Murphy.
"Well, why don't you do something with it, huh?"
A sigh leaves through her nose. She steps towards the boys before speaking calmly, "Jasper screamed when they moved him."
Murphy stares blankly at her, almost rolling his eyes, "and?"
"And, if the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly," Clarke proceeds. "Doesn't mean we have time to waste."
Bellamy grabs Clake's arm before she has the chance to turn around, "as soon as you take this wristband off, we can go."
Clove frowns. Who is he to make decisions for everyone else?
"The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead is if I'm dead. Got it?" Clarke snaps.
He smirks, "brave, princess."
"Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" A familiar voice calls, the boy eventually emerging from the treeline. A smile creeps upon her face at the sight of him.
"You call this a rescue party? Gotta split up, cover more ground. Clarke, Clove, come with me," Finn commands as he smoothly grabs the blonde by her arm. She peers over her shoulder, finding Clarke following closely after them.
