Clarke instantly begins to walk forwards towards him, wanting to help the poor boy like the good samaritan she is. "Clarke, be careful." I call after her as we catch up.
"What the hell is this?" Bellamy says from right in front of me. Clarke continues to walk until suddenly the ground beneath her collapses. I watch intently as Bellamy grabs a hold of her arm holding her tightly.
But he doesn't pull her up. Instead he just holds her. I'm not sure if it's because he just can't pull her up, or if it's because he knows that he has the chance to get rid of one of his main competitors. Have the Ark think Wells -and Clarke are dead, the more likely it is they won't come down. Only Clarke really would be dead. And I can't leave him there with those kind of thoughts floating around in his mind.
"Pull her up!" I scream as the rest of the group and I help Bellamy pull her back to the surface. As her body reaches the grass again, she lets out a sigh with relief and so do I, knowing she's alive.
I kneel over her, worried about her wellbeing, especially with the trauma she probably faced not knowing wether Bellamy would pull her up or not. "You okay?" I question. Her breathing begins to slow down a little and my eyes look forward towards Bellamy. What the hell is going on inside his head?
"I'm fine." She answers, before I help her rise to her feet, my eyes still glued to him.
"We need to get him down." Clarke announces, making my eyes move from Clarke's 'hero' to Jasper.
"I'll go up and cut the branches." Finn announces.
"I'll come with you." Wells says, beginning to walk ahead but Finn stops him.
"You stay here, keep an eye on him." Finn instructs, his eyes moving from Wells to Bellamy.
"You. With me." He orders looking at Murphy. He nods and follows him up, ready to help cut Jasper down, leaving me with Bellamy, Clarke and Wells.
I decide to not take any notice of them and look at Jaspers wound to see if it might be fatal. I squint as I realise there's something inside it. "There's a pultus in his wound." Finn announces.
"Why would they save his life to string him up as live bait?" Wells questions from behind me.
"Maybe what they're trying to catch likes it's dinner breathing." Bellamy says.
"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn says. I don't know who these people are or why they want us dead, but what I do know is that I don't feel safe at all and I want a gun for protection. And a body guard. And maybe possibly an underground bunker to live in that only opens from the inside. Just in case.
"Hurry up Murphy." Finn says as they cut Jasper down.
Suddenly we hear a rattle in the bushes. We all turn to look at it in fear. It must be the grounders, coming to kill us just as planned from the get go.
"What the hell was that?" Murphy says from the tree, not stopping cutting the vines.
"Grounders?" Bellamy asks looking around intensely.
I walk towards where the noise was coming from slowly and squint as I see a very short figure in the distance. It growls and slowly walks forwards. My eyes widen realising what it is. A panther.
"Bellamy...gun!" I scream as the panther runs towards us in full speed. I then am pushed out of the way of the panthers leap, my body crashing to the ground, by surprisingly enough, Bellamy, who is now frantically looking for his gun.
I hear gunshots and turn around and realise its Wells who is shooting. Did Wells take Bellamy's gun? What the hell was he planning on using it for?
The panther disappears into the bushes, all of us looking around for it, especially Wells ready with the gun. Suddenly it pounces at Bellamy, until Wells fires one last shot at it, causing it to collapse to the ground. I let out a sigh of relief. He tries to fire again, but the guns out of bullets. Great, I think to myself, we are royally screwed. But at least we weren't panther food. I then watch as Bellamy stands over me, putting a hand out to help me up. I stare at it for a moment and then meet his eyes. He was so quick to push me out the way, and now so quick to help me up but hesitated when Clarke was in the hole. He may just be the most confusing person I've ever met. I sigh before taking his hand and allowing him to pull me to my feet. His eyes linger on me for a moment longer as I let go of his hand, as if he's waiting for a thank you. Only my lips never part to give it to him.
Bellamy then turns to look at Wells. "Now she see's you." He says, looking at the man with the empty gun. Wells looks behind him at Clarke and I sigh.
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We arrived back at camp a few minutes ago and whilst the panther that Wells killed cooks and Clarke and Finn watch Jasper, I sit under a tree, taking a break from today, to process the events. Solitary has that effect.
Alone, I sat on a dry wood watching the flames burn. The smell of cooking meat fills the air and as I breathe it in, I realise how hungry I am.
"Hey. Can I sit here?" I hear from behind me. I turn around and see a short girl standing there, her blonde hair tied back in a plait. She looks around 12 maybe even younger. What did she get done for at such a young age?
"Of course. What's your name?" I say smiling at her brightly as she takes a seat next to me, both of us probably starving by now.
"I'm Charlotte. I know who you are. You got locked up for-" She begins.
"Murder. Yeah, kind of seems like everyone knows me for all the wrong reasons." I sigh, cutting her off.
"Well you did save that boy. And Wells from Murphy. That was good." She says. I smile at her for giving me hope. "Yeah I guess that was." I say.
"Why don't you and I be friends? How does that sound?" I ask and she nods smiling. Well at least I made a new friend. Nice to know not everyone in camp hates me.
About half an hour later the food is cooked and everyone begins to line up. I was about to urge Charlotte to get up but I notice she's asleep. I sigh and lay her down, joining the queue. As I look at the front of the line to catch a glimpse of the panther, I notice Murphy cutting peoples wrist bands off.
They're cutting them off for food? There is no way I'm doing that.
I walk past the queue angrily, straight to where the meat is. I ignore the glare from the boy at the front and Murphy and take 2 sticks - one for Charlotte when I wake her up, and one for me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? First Finn now you?" Murphy says, looking down at me.
"Last time I checked the only reason we even have this food is because of Wells. Not you. So move." I spit, having to slightly stand on my toes to reach his height and Murphy grins stepping closer.
"Cut it out you two." Bellamy calls. I turn to look at him and then realise the only thing he's gonna do is probably grab my arm and take the wristband off and, I'm not for that.
I groan and immediately walk past Murphy, Bellamy and the queue and back to a sleeping Charlotte. This is gonna be one hell of a vacation.
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FanfictionCOMPLETED [ BOOK ONE ] "Welcome to the new age." 2 years ago, I picked up the gun that had killed my father and used it to shoot the man who had shot him. 2 years ago, I was locked away into confinement due to being considered unsafe to the other p...
