Killer // Bellamy Blake (1)

XVI

"They gave us maps with no listed exits on them." Clarke pointed to the map as she sat across the dinner table from Delaney. The girl with the platinum-blonde hair sat between Miller and Monty, trying to stay hidden. She and Clarke had figured they could get more done if the President couldn't find her snooping around, especially when she should be in her quarantine room.

"But I found one, here. They stopped me before I could get out."

"There are tunnels under the mountain. It's where the Reapers roam, but if we can get down there-"

"We know what we're up against with the Reapers."

"You two can't just enjoy a good thing?" Miller complained, spooning soup into his mouth. Delaney elbowed him, making him spill some on his lap.

"If you knew what they've done to my people-"

"After what they've done to us, you still call them your people?" Miller scrunched his nose in disgust. "These people gave me three surgeries to help heal me. Your people are the ones who gave me those wounds."

"Miller, shof op, hai. If it weren't for my people, I wouldn't have been here to save your sorry asses. We're leaving. Before they kill us or turn us all into Reapers."

"She's right, Miller. I've been in the tunnels. If this is above them, then we don't want to stick around much longer. They dump live victims into the tunnels for their Reapers to eat." Clarke whispered. "I don't think you want to be the food or the cannibal."

After dinner, the group returned to their room. Delaney's pack was sitting on the bed below Clarke's, a not sitting beside it. She instantly opened her pack, checking that everything she showed up with was still there. She had everything but her weapons, which was obvious. Her rations, water, map, journals, a broken necklace, and pictures were all left right where she put them. She was also extremely happy to see her jacket folded neatly on the bottom. Delaney sighed with relief and opened the note.

Miss Kane,

Thank you for not putting anyone's life in immediate danger during your escape from quarantine. Know it was only for the good of our people that the radiation from outside did not get in. Your things are as we found them. We hope you enjoy your stay here.

- Mr. President

Delaney shoved the note into her bag, looking up at Clarke. "Have you come up with a plan yet?"

Clarke and Delaney discussed what they were going to do. Clarke needed to talk to the man with the radiation burns, see what he knew about the ground. While she followed that lead, Delaney was going to steal some key cards and fill in the missing information on their map. If either of them were better at sneaking around, it was her. Besides, Clarke had a back up if anyone questioned why she was interrogating the burn victim. She was studying medicine on the Ark. All she wanted to do was continue that studying, and radiation burns was as good a place to start as any.

Miles away and completely unknowing, Bellamy and his team of children sat in the bottom of a bunker Finn and Clarke once resided. A grounder with one eye knelt before them, hands bound and blood covering his face. A bruise started to fork over his cheek as he looked up at the group of sky people.

"We aren't getting anywhere! Where are our friends?"

"Where did you get the watch?" Bellamy jumped in, sending a warning look at Finn.

"I told you, I-"

"Clarke wouldn't take it off willingly. There is no way she would have left it in the field." Finn seethed, landing a punch on the grounder.