Fireheart | Raven Reyes [O.H.]

8 | repercussions

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chapter eight!
REPERCUSSIONS
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ARES NEEDS TO FIND Blake before he can look for Nate. If he disappears now, he'll have to explain himself and give away Nate's involvement in the escape pod adventure, and they'll need that upper hand in the future. Besides— he can examine Blake and determine whether or not Nate is still in the clear. It's better not to bring him up until he has to.

Still, as they trample through the woods with the help of Collins' tracking skills, Ares is distracted. If the long-haired boy notices two sets of tracks leaving the landing site, he doesn't say anything about it. Ares looks anyway. He doesn't see a single leaf out of place except for the minuscule signs Blake left in his mad dash to dispose of the radio. Either Nate is better than he'd thought at covering his tracks, or Ares just has shit eyesight.

"Ortega!" Collins calls, causing Ares' attention to snap forward. He'd been looking down the opposite path for any sign of his former cellmate. Collins' gaze is wary, brown eyes squinted in slight suspicion as he says, "Tracks are this way."

"Just checking to make sure there isn't anything you missed, O Expert One," Ares says sarcastically in an attempt to distract him with his usual snarky remarks. If Collins is mad at him, he'll be less focused on how weird he's acting. Anger is better than suspicion.

In response, Collins raises an eyebrow and jams his finger ahead of them. Ares follows his motion to see a familiar figure storming through the trees. Stiff posture, hand on his hatchet— that's Blake, alright. And Clarke is already chasing after him.

"I don't miss," Collins replies before running after her.

Raven scrunches her eyebrows. "Who is that?"

"A dick," Ares answers shortly. "That's all you need to know. C'mon."

They jog after the blonde and brunette, Ares being careful to keep his footfalls silent and stay hidden behind tree trunks. He can use the element of surprise to his advantage. If Blake starts denying his involvement, he can catch him in a lie.

"Bellamy!" Ares hears Collins exclaim. He peers around the trunk of a tree to see him shove the older man back with surprising strength. "Where's the radio?"

Blake pushes him back with even more force, a dark sneer turning his features sinister as he gets in Collins' face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Wanna try that again?" Ares questions as he emerges from behind the tree, leaning against it and nonchalantly picking at his nails as he crosses one foot over the other. A single eyebrow shoots up his forehead as he waits for a response.

Blake gives him a glare harsh enough to burn down the forest, but doesn't reply. It only makes Ares smirk. Gotcha.

"Bellamy Blake?" Raven asks, eyeing the man from head to toe. "They're looking everywhere for you."