Of the Night: A Story From the 100

{12} Taking the Blame

"Hey," I whispered, sitting across from him. The boy looked up at me.

"Who are you?" he asked in confusion.

I gave him a wry smile. "I'm someone who can help you."

"Help me do what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I heard you were looking for a way on the dropship," I said under my breath. 

His eyes widened. "Where did you hear that?" He grew angry. "Who told you?"

"You did," I chuckled, biting into a piece of fruit. "You should be more quiet about this treasonous stuff. I heard it one level above you from the vents."

He gaped for a moment and then blinked. "You're the Ghost... the girl that disappeared a couple of years ago."

"I'm no ghost, Bellamy Blake," I told him with a small laugh. I gave him a pointed look. "My name is Layla. Layla Celina. And I..." I lowered my voice, leaning in so he could hear. "... can get you on that dropship."

"How?" he questioned, looking at me skeptically.

"If I tell you, you have to take me with you," I said to him.

"What on the dropship? No way," Bellamy denied, standing up from the table. "I have enough to deal with besides looking after you."

"Look Blake Boy," I told him firmly, also standing up. "What I ask is small in comparison to the deal I'm offering you. This guy can do it, but he doesn't know you. But he knows me. He won't give me the information I need. It's a two man job and is dangerous. You need me." I sat back down and he reluctantly copied. "Otherwise, you can say goodbye to joining your sister on Earth."

"How did you?" he questioned and sighed. "Nevermind... fine. I'll help you and you'll help me. Sound fair?" He stuck out his hand to shake.

I smirked and shook it back. "I know a guy. One of your old friends, actually. He can get us in the right place but there's a job that must be done on the way onto the dropship."

"What's the job?" Bellamy wondered.

"Don't know," I admitted. "I didn't think to get this far."

He chuckled under his breath and smirked at me. "Why should I trust anything you are telling me?"

"Because I'm all you've got," I pointed out to him. "I'm the last shot you have of ever seeing your sister again."

His mouth gaped and then he slowly nodded. "Okay."

"Meet me here tomorrow again at the time. Then I will introduce you to who is overseeing the ordeal."

"Done," he said to me. He stood up again. "I have to go." He walked to the door before turning around and smiling at me. "Why do you want to escape so bad?"

I said nothing and gave him a small and simple smile. "You'll see."

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I couldn't help but compare the two Bellamy's in my mind. The one I had first met on the dropship some time ago and the one who was in front of me now.

The whole Camp was arguing around Bellamy and Clarke but I tuned them out from a little ways away. I didn't care or want to hear what they were discussing now. The Grounders were coming and all was going to shit.