Killer // Bellamy Blake (1)

III

The group returned to camp and cheers ensued. Delaney smiled as everyone hugged each other, happy to have their ranks intact once more. Jasper was carried into the dropship while the young girl from before ran and hugged Bellamy. He hugged her back gratefully, sending an appreciative nod towards another boy standing nearby.

Delaney wondered if they would notice if she slipped away. She knew she couldn't stay in their camp together. She also knew that Anya was expecting some sort of report to tell her if they were dangerous or not. Of course, they weren't, but a full report would have to be made and several days of investigation would have to ensue before Anya believed her. Before Delaney could decide if she would leave now or later, Murphy sidled up to her.

"So, 'Queen Alessandra', you plan on sticking around?"

Delaney glanced over at him slightly as she faced the camp ahead of them. A small smile graced her lips, but it didn't last long.

"I have a job to do, John."

"Yeah; to fit in. That means you should stay. And stop calling me 'John' when people can hear you."

Delaney's smile returned and she slightly pushed him away. "If I want to fit in I probably shouldn't be hanging out with you, either."

"I don't know. I'm pretty popular with the hundred."

Delaney rolled her eyes. As she did, the young girl who had been hugging Bellamy came bounding over. Delaney believed her name to be Octavia, but she wasn't sure.

"Thanks for helping them save Jasper. We really appreciate it."

Delaney was about to ask who 'we' was when an Asian looking boy with dark shaggy hair joined them.

"Finn and Murphy are the ones who cut him down. I just watched."

"And you brought us dinner." Bellamy cut in. He stopped at the edge of their small circle with his hands on his hips.

Dinner that has been hunting my people for ages, Delaney wanted to add. She didn't, though. Instead, Bellamy asked her if she could help him cut it up seeing as she had a knife and all.

She followed Bellamy through the camp. All the while everyone they passed greeted him with either a warm smile or a suggestive wink. Delaney thought it was weird. Did being in a position of power open romantic doors? If so, why hadn't she found anyone on the ground yet?

"If this were a popularity contest, you'd surely be winning." Delaney mused as they reached the beast. It was laid out on a tree stump over a tarp. Next to it, some other boys were trying to start a fire.

"It helps to get on everyone's good side. They listen better."

"So you just elected yourself leader? You just pushed Chancellor Wells to the side?"

Delaney wasn't sure what she said wrong, but she mentally cursed herself as Bellamy turned to her with a questioning look.

"He was never in charge, to begin with. What did you say you were in for?"

"Theft. You?"

"I wasn't."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, unsure of how to respond. Instead, she turned to the beast, suddenly eager to carve it up. She sat down and rolled up her sleeves. Bellamy sat down next to her.

"What's the deal with the white hair?" He asked. He propped his knees up and rested his arms on top of them. The gun hung on his fingertips.

"I was born with it. Why, don't you like it?" Delaney feigned hurt in her voice.