Reckless

Orange Fog

Chapter 7

Clarke walked along the sides of camp with her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her jacket. She had her thinking face on and her hair was blowing in the delicate wind that graced the camp. She hoped they weren't on the verge of another storm. She didn't know if she could handle another storm even if the results with Bellamy were fantastic...it was the wrong time.
But storms never appear during the right time. They just appear.
She waved at Octavia then Jasper. They seemed to be enjoying a theoretical conversation about...berries? If Clarke heard Jasper correctly. Clarke found it odd that Jasper was the one informing Octavia on berries when it was clearly Monty's forte. Then, it dawned on her that Jasper was one hopeful little devil and he had a thing for Octavia.
Clarke smiled and looked down at her feet while she walked. Big mistake.
Finn chuckled, "Watch out princess."
"Please." She said, "Don't call me that."
He rolled his eyes, "Would you prefer it if I call you baby? You seemed to respond to that more often than your own name."
"Jealous, much?" A strong gust of wind brought the most repulsive smell she'd ever smelt through her nose. She felt like she was going to get sick.
"Very." Finn said seductively before Clarke turned away from him quickly. He caught sight of her face distorting before he was faced with her blonde hair. "What's wrong?" She extended her arm behind her telling him to stop- don't walk any further.
"I'm going to need you to get 15 feet back right now." She coughed but Finn didn't listen. He moved closer which brought the smell closer to her. "Get away from me!" She screamed maybe a little too loud- okay, maybe a lot "too loud" because Bellamy appeared by her side in an instant. Finally, Finn stepped a good distance back. She regained herself and looked sheepishly up at Bellamy. His eyes questioned her but his hands twitched in anger. He wanted Finn away from Clarke completely.
"What are you still doing here?" Bellamy asked him.
Clarke squinted her eyes, "Please Finn, leave."
"Fine." Finn responded, "This conversation isn't over."
Bellamy put his hand on Clarke's forehead, "Baby are you getting sick?" She smiled at the word baby because he'd been carelessly throwing it around as of late. It was becoming second nature for him to use the endearing term and for her to respond to it accordingly. Although, she wasn't going to pretend that she didn't like the term more when he was panting it.
"I don't know." Clarke shrugged, "I've probably picked up something. I've been splitting time between the village and here." He leaned down to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest and pushed, "You shouldn't."
He laughed, "It's a risk I'm willing to take."
In that second, a bright light flashed across the sky and Clarke's heart completely stopped. The entire camp immediately started talking about the sizable explosion. "Bellamy." She turned to him fearfully, "It's time." He looked at her with a completely different expression than moments before and nodded. She thought she detected the same amount of fear in his eyes that could be heard in her shaky voice. "Do you think it will be immediate?"
Bellamy shook his head, "I don't know. I imagine they would focus on setting up first...but then..."
"Then our friends get murdered and we go to war."
"Ninety-seven years and the first thing they want to do is murder people." Clarke sighed, "It's like the lesson was never learned and we're doomed to repeat an unwanted history."
Bellamy's hand rubbed her back, "What do you want to do?"
"Keep up appearances." Clarke said, "I'll gather a group to gather information about survivors."
He sighed, "It's okay to say you're worried about your mom."
"That person may look like my mom but she's certainly not." Clarke sighed, "You find it weird they didn't even tell us they were coming? It's odd."
Bellamy sighed again, "They wanted to throw us off."

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Their lips touched but it was her tears he felt against his face. "Clarke..." He wiped them away with a flick of his thumb across her features. "This is necessary." There were four juveniles at the gate with cheerful faces and red cheeks. They were waiting on their fearless leader who was nowhere in sight. But, at the angle Clarke and Bellamy were in they could see everything and be seen by none.
"When I said group, I didn't mean you." She sniffled, "You'll be back by tomorrow, right?"
Bellamy grinded his teeth before responding, "I'm not sure."
"Then don't go." Clarke said, "Please, Bellamy...don't go!"
Bellamy flattened her hair with his hand, "Baby...I have to go. I can't send these idiots by themselves. Someone has to be the diplomat."
"I'll go."
"And if something happens?" Bellamy said, "We can't afford to lose you."
"I can't afford to lose you!" Clarke nearly yelled, "Bellamy." She slammed their foreheads together. In that moment all of her fear about their relationship seemed to vanish. She was faced with the idea of something horrible happening to him and it scared her. So, she spoke. "I..."
"I know." He said, "Me too."
Clarke let another tear roll down her cheek when he kissed her once more. "Go." It was insane how much go could sound like stay. He nodded before parting from their hideout towards his sister. He hugged her tightly for a few minutes before shaking Lincoln's hand.
Lincoln was staying behind because Bellamy feared his presence would be seen negatively rather than a good thing even if he was capable of being the warrior they all needed. To Bellamy's dismay, Lincoln didn't seem too upset about staying behind.
Bellamy looked back at Clarke, who had her arms crossed disapprovingly in a last-minute attempt to convince him to stay. He smiled at her before the gate opened. She turned her back and started to shake. Luckily, Octavia had Clarke's back. "He'll be okay." Octavia told her, "Come on...we have to start preparing for-"
"The worst." Clarke told her, "I know."

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An orange fog filled the entire camp and green dots appeared on those in the immediate vicinity of the gate. At first, the teens were prepared to fight but then all the fight drained out of them and they fell to the ground in a deep sleep.

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Bellamy struggled with the handcuffs for a good bit before someone joined him in the "jail" the Ark seemed to have created just for him.
Kane.
He wished this was the first time they'd had any type of conversation but it wasn't. Kane was a repeated figure throughout his whole life...and a total jackass. He rolled his eyes when Kane sat in front of him. "I don't want to fight you." He was whispering which caught Bellamy off-guard. "I'm on your side, son."
"Please, spare yourself." Bellamy scoffed, "Don't call me son."
They engaged one another in a contest of will. Bellamy was tired and concerned about his sister and Clarke but that didn't mean that he was weak. He waited for Kane to speak and when he did, Bellamy relaxed only slightly. "I don't want to kill innocent people." He said, "So you need to convince the council members why we shouldn't."
"They won't listen."
"Make them listen." Marcus said sternly, "They've already voted on keeping you here. Restricted access outside of this camp."
"What?" Bellamy said, "My people are out there."
"They aren't your problem anymore." He said, "We've sent people to extract them from their current location."
Bellamy sat down on the ground and prayed that Clarke and Lincoln didn't start an attack.