Persphyni : I am Darkness

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I sent Octavia to go get her brother and Jasper to go find Clarke. I took care of getting Wells's fingers and Murphy's knife back into camp and to the meeting tent. By meeting tent, I mean the tent that stands off on its own that I've claimed as the round table like with Arther. It's even circular. The tent at least.

I was in there first. Having made a pit stop to grab my leather jacket and gun from my tent, just in case things went south. The table in the middle empty until I placed the evidence on it. The three small items making a huge dent as I stared at them. My head was running, I had forgotten the fact I had given Bellamy's knife back to him after Atom.

The fact so tiny but so crucial. It was the entire reason I couldn't confirm it was Charlotte, because I was looking for the wrong knife. Now I just need an eye witness or her confession to picking up the knife and then I can confront her. Not to punish her as I would be a hypocrite, but to explain that what she had done wasn't right.

Ugh! It was still hypocritical either way! I've killed before I was her age and look at me trying to scold her. I let out a sigh as I rubbed my temples. I'll just get Clarke to do it. Or maybe I'll do it secretly and warn her about this path.

Warn her about what happened to you, you mean.

I let out an angry sound, kicking the table as I held back the yell that wanted to rip out of me. Now was not the time. My sleep deprivation finally catching up to me as I gripped the edges of the table until my knuckles were white to stay awake. I had to clear my mind.

In and out. In and out.

Closed my eyes and when I opened them I wanted to shut them immediately. I groaned as I pushed away from the table, the smirk on Bellamy's face told me that he heard or saw everything. Octavia was seconds behind him followed by Clarke and Jasper.

Bellamy stood to my left as Octavia stood to next to him, Jasper beside her and Clarke beside him, to my right. My hands now crossed over my chest as the two new people looked at the three items. Clarke's hand grabbed the knife after a few seconds of silence.

"This knife was made of metal from the drop ship." I looked from the knife to Bellamy who looked like he already knew that.

"What do you mean?" Jasper's voice a whisper as he grew worried.

"Who else knows about this?" His question was directed towards Octavia.

"No one. Atlys brought it straight here." Plus stopped at my tent but no one needs to know that.

"Clarke?" I turned back to Jasper and Clarke who's been staring at the knife in her hand.

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." Clarke pieces together. I remained silent, I was going to let them catch up.

"So there's a murder in the camp?" Jasper sounded close to tears.

"There's more than one murder in this camp." Bellamy bit back. I eyed him slightly, he was very defensive about it. Flashbacks of when he told Octavia we were all criminals came fresh to mind. The day we had landed, when I saw he didn't have a wristband, and the day before I was told he had a gun. Speaking of wristbands, Clarke had taken hers off. Leaving me and Jasper. I'd ask her later but I have a faint idea it was a personal issue.

"This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." He uncrossed his hands and stuffed them in his jacket pockets.

Clarke looked at the knife before starting to move. I quickly cut her off by grabbing her arm. My grip and her shock immobilized her.

"Listen, I know you think you have some giant plan up there and think you are correct but something is going to happen and go wrong. And, can't believe I'm saying this," I sighed rubbing my temple before looking back down at the younger blonde, "the dumbass is right, for once. We need to keep this under lock and key." I whispered quietly in her ear.