Scythe || Bellamy Blake

Across Worlds

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Skye, Bellamy, and Lincoln slipped out from the group around dawn. They had hugged Octavia tightly goodbye while Clarke had only given them a pack of food before returning to her tent in silence.

Raven had stared at Skye with an expression that almost made her look defensive. As if she knew that Skye no longer viewed Raven as an old friend worthy of her guilt. But there was also no animosity. They said goodbye as strangers do, a shallow nod and a few halfhearted words.

Skye wasn't sorry for it.

It was maybe the hardest to say goodbye to Murphy. Skye knew Octavia would be okay, that Lincoln would protect her and love her, but she was starting to suspect that Skye was maybe the only person that understood Murphy.

Murphy drew her into an embrace and she clung to him. It felt like a goodbye for real and she was wary when he pulled away, "Thanks for everything, Scythe."

"Skye," she corrected.

He looked blindsided for a moment and then pulled his jaw off the ground.

His response to her real name was to snort, "Skye of the Sky People. Tacky."

Her grin widened and she punched him in the arm, "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

His eyebrows narrowed, "Says the girl about to do something stupid."

The kid had a point.

"Fine, then try not to die," she settled with.

Crossed arms, "You can't make me."

"Watch me," she rolled her eyes but gave him another quick hug before walking towards Lincoln and Bellamy. As soon as she approached them their somber mood wiped the grin off her face.

They took one last look at the camp. One last look to remember what they were fighting for.

Then they were off.

Now they were weaving their way through the familiar woods, making good time without the adults slowing them down with their caution and inexperience.

Lincoln explained to them what would happen once they reached the intake doors, his voice so low it was nearly a growl. Neither of them were happy when he asserted that he would need to kill everyone to allow them safe passage through. Then again they didn't have much choice.

Skye navigated a particularly rocky drop and then after landing harshly on flat ground, reached her hand up to help Bellamy. As he took it and stumbled just as ungracefully down as her, she noticed Lincoln stalk towards the carcass of an animal.

When Bellamy let go of her hand they approached him, cocking their heads as he unsheathed his knife and sawed open the belly of what was revealed to be a deer.

"We need to disguise ourselves," Lincoln yanked back a flap of skin and dipped his hands in the crimson liquid, smearing it over his face and body.

He looked like a Reaper.

And Skye and Bellamy looked like Grounders.

While Skye thankfully was gaining much needed weight from being on the ground, she was having a hard time packing on the muscle needed to truly pass herself off as a Grounder. She had listened to some of the original delinquents converse about the way their bodies were changing in the new environment, the tightening of muscle and the darkening of their skin. They were always worried about appearances and the way they were viewed by others.