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It had been two days since the bombing.
Not a single whisper from the Grounders.
Scythe was beginning to fear that she'd sent Octavia away for nothing.
"Let's get this party smoking!" A camper, Del, said as he fed the fire to their makeshift meat smoker.
"Don't make the fire too big," Scythe warned, looking around for some wet leaves or something to quell the rising orange flames.
Del rolled his eyes, "Who told you that? Your boy toy Bellamy?"
"Actually it was my common sense."
He scowled, "You can't take the heat, get out of the smokehouse."
He shoved Scythe backwards without warning and she stumbled into a chest, hands wrapping around her biceps to steady her. Turning around she was met by Murphy and she twisted out of his grasp, just barely containing her snarl.
Murphy didn't acknowledge that, "She's right, stop feeding the fire."
Del made patronizing eye contact with him and dropped the block of wood in his hand into the rising flames, "Oops."
Scythe grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to her with an icy glare in her eyes, "You don't disrespect me like that."
The idiot sneered, but he stopped fighting, "You're only relevant down here because of Bellamy."
"And you're not relevant at all."
Del cussed her under his breath, but reluctantly turned and went back inside.
All of a sudden there was shouting and smoke began billowing out of the smokehouse, angry puffs of gray rushing into the sky. Orange flames licked up the sides of the wood and Scythe felt a stab of fear in her gut. The smokehouse was on fire.
She rushed inside, dodging the glowing flames, and yanked Del's coughing form out, pulling him harshly to safety.
Bellamy came rushing over, "Is everyone okay?"
Del stared at Scythe in begrudging gratitude and she ground out, "Yeah, but that was all of the food."
Del shrunk under her glare.
Murphy gripped Del's shirt and shoved him, "This is all your fault! We told you it was too much wood!"
Scythe ripped Murphy away, glaring at him with hatred, "Save it for the Grounders."
She didn't know why Murphy was suddenly playing the stand up citizen, but Scythe didn't trust it. Oh, Scythe was furious at Del, but as leader of the camp she had every reason, right, and mean to kick his ass into the next year. Murphy on the other hand had just come back from an exile that had nearly killed him. There was no reason for him to be defensive of the camp.
As if answering her concerns, Murphy gave her a wolfish grin.
~*~*~*~
Clarke buried her face in her hands as the leaders gathered in a tent to discuss their next steps, "We only have enough food to last us a week or two. Is there anything left?"
Scythe could smell the smoke on her and she wrinkled her nose, answering, "Nothing. It all burned."
"Then we need to hunt. Anyone we can spare goes out."
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Scythe || Bellamy Blake
Fanfiction||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people t...
