Ghost - Bellamy Blake [1]

Chapter 10 - I Am Become Death

Myles stares numbly at the shredded metal around her boots as she walks through the Exodus ship wreckage under the morning sun. Bellamy is right by her side, even though the man has his bug bears with the council, the Blake brother understands that Marcus Kane had a special place in the redheads heart. The red haired teen has been smothered the last 14 hours, Clarke overcompensating for her mother's death by becoming the mother hen of the delinquents and her best friends tread carefully around her.

A half charred severed arm is the least destroyed part of the debris Myles has come across so far. Knowing that they probably wouldn't ever know where Marcus and Abby's remains are amongst the destruction makes the locket on the redheads neck burn. Lifting the hand Bellamy isn't holding up to grip the locket, her slender, pale fingers rubbing delicately over the cool metal.

"Hey," a man greets kindly, sitting down on the catwalk beside the young red haired girl. Slipping his legs through the railing to hang off with Myles', "Myles, right? My name's Marcus."

The young redhead doesn't answer, just continues to stare blankly ahead, dry tear tracks still staining her face.

Hazel eyes glance up at the blonde as she wanders through the smoking wreckage alone, looking lost. Teens call out as they scour the debris, standing spread out over the large expanse of wreckage, appearing tiny compared to the crushed dropship. Delinquents stand guard with guns, paranoid eyes searching for any signs of danger as they traverse the uneven shredded metal, looking for answers. 

"How old are you?" Marcus asks gently, staring at the young girl worriedly. Myles doesn't answer, staying silent as if the man had never said anything. "Was that your mum?" The young red haired girl looks down at the blood covering her hands where they rest on her thighs as her legs hang down. "Not a nice sight to go home to, huh? Must be really hard to see your mum like that." Blank hazel eyes stare at the drying bright red colour on her hands, the smell of copper and vomit still trapped in the girls mind, "not much of a talker, are you?"

The rubble cracks and shifts under Myles' boots as she walks aimlessly around the wreckage. Bellamy squeezes her hand and blank hazel eyes look into his concerned deep brown.

"You know, I met a friend of yours," Marcus prompts lightly, "he's real worried about you." The young redhead lifts her vacant hazel gaze to stare ahead of her again. "Said you like to talk and talk."

Myles turns to face Marcus blankly, whispering after a moment with quivering features, "I'm all alone now."

"Oh, that's not true," Marcus replies easily, "you've got your dad." The young red haired girl flinches back slightly, turning to face her blank eyes forward again. "He'll be down from work soon."

"Yeah," the young redhead responds, voice breaking painfully.

Charred parts of human remains lay scattered about and they crunch thickly as their boots step over the brittle bones. The smell is horrible, the strong stench of burning flesh and molten metal still hanging heavily in the air. Myles halts and the Blake brother behind her almost walks into her as her hazel gaze locks on what's left of a uniform as it hangs off of one of the blackened remains. It's an engineering jumpsuit with the Arks logo on it, and the redhead can't help the little flitter in her heart that says maybe she doesn't have to leave, doesn't have to die; her father might have beaten her to it.

"I got you something," Marcus tells the young girl, pulling something out of his pocket. "You can't tell anyone. I had to sneak it from the guardsman going to the Redistribution Centre." The man holds up a silver chain necklace with a heart-shaped locket on it and hazel eyes zone in on it, "it's a bit wet because your mum was wearing it." Myles reaches forward and carefully takes the necklace, "I couldn't open it to clean the inside."