We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

III - Earth Kills

The next morning was not as peaceful. Jasper's moans of pain kept most people from a good night's sleep. Irritation swelled throughout the camp and everyone kept wishing for him to die. Anyone who said that within earshot of me got a sharp glare that shut them up. Everyone's life mattered down here, and I wasn't going to let anyone try to kill Jasper just because they were annoyed. I didn't like hearing it either, but I wasn't going to hurt him. We may not have been friends, but I liked the kid and hoped for a friendship in the future.

Charlotte had screamed all through the night. Nightmares plagued us all, but I wasn't sure anyone had it worse than her. I had tried to be as comforting as possible, sleeping near her, singing to her when she awoke in terror. I wished there was more I could do for her, but everyone had their own battles to fight, and whatever haunted her, Charlotte would have to fix herself. I could hold her hand, but I couldn't banish her demons, as much as I wanted to.

I glanced over at her sleeping figure again. While she wasn't at peace, it was the calmest she'd been in a while. I figured maybe I could leave her alone and bring back something to eat. Maybe that would make her feel better for a while. Everyone else too. Morale was really down around the camp. Food had never failed to lift my spirits in the past, so I hoped that worked here too.

Of course, just as I set off to hunt, none other than the thorn in my side, Bellamy Blake, joined up, along with a few others.

"Will the universe never spare me some peace?" I muttered as we headed out into the woods.

Bellamy grinned. "Where's the fun in that, firecracker?"

"I maintain my sanity and you get to keep your head," I retorted, but there wasn't so much heat behind my words today. A smile even tugged at the corners of my lips. I forced it to disappear.

We didn't talk again, trying to stay silent in hopes of finding something to hunt. With a stroke of luck, we stumbled upon a wild boar. I crouched low to the ground and silently nocked an arrow. Bellamy put a hand on his shoulder and raised his hatchet.

"She's mine."

I rolled my eyes, but reluctantly I returned my arrow to the quiver. Men.

Just as he was about to throw the weapon at the boar, a snap echoed from behind us. On instinct, I drew an arrow in a split second, but Bellamy reacted faster, hurling his hatchet in the direction of the sound. It lodged into a tree, and thankfully not into the source of the snap.

"Charlotte!" I exclaimed, a combination of anger and relief washing over me. "Oh my God!"

Terror was plastered on her face. "Sorry."

I was livid, but not at her. I whirled on Bellamy, practically breathing fire. "Are you insane?! You could have killed her!"

Bellamy opened his mouth in protest, but I didn't care to hear what he had to say. All my attention was on Charlotte now. "Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"

She looked down at the ground. "I woke up and couldn't take the dying boy's screams anymore. I had to get away."

I nodded, and pulled her into a hug. "Well you can come hunt with us, if that will help, yeah?"

She smiled.

"There are Grounders out there," Atom said, clearly not convinced. "It's too dangerous for a little girl."

"I'm not little," Charlotte responded, conviction in her voice. I smiled proudly.

"You heard her," I challenged everyone else in the group. "She's my prodigy, you know. One of these days she might even show up me."