"Great tattoo you got there," said Clarke to the stranger.
"My name's Clarke and that's my friend Bellamy,"
"I know who you are," whispered the stranger.
Clarke was startled, not only does he speak English but he also knew who they were.
" How.... how..." Clarke stuttered.
" Octavia, I know where she is," said the stranger. Clarke turned around to see if Bellamy was close but he was out of earshot. Good. Thought Clarke. She turned her attention back to the stranger and signalled for him to continue.
"I rescued her days ago, she's okay now. She sent me to you ," said the stranger.
"How do I know you're saying the truth?" questioned Clarke. She wanted to believe this stranger but she was skeptical of him. Her mother had always told her not to trust people easily and she wasnt about to be led to their own trap by a total stranger.
" She told me you'd have doubts but I assure you, Octavia's fine. I can take you to her, if you let me."
"What do I call you?" asked Clarke.
" Lincoln Kom Trikru"replied the stranger. Clarke raised her eyebrows at the name but kept silent.
•—–——•
On the way Clarke and Bellamy got into a heated argument concerning the way they should treat the grounder. Bellamy wanted to kill him insisting that they had to do it, as a message to the grounders but Clarke thought he was being irrational and they argued until when Clarke said out loud that Bellamy was nothing more than a murderer and its best for everyone if he leaves camp after getting Octavia. The words flew from her mouth that she never thought she'd even think, let alone say out loud. She knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they'd hit their mark. In that instant their relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.
•—————•
Bellamy sat back and let the happiness soak right into his bones. He wanted the feeling to last. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment, but never released his grip on his seemingly weak recovering sister. For the first time in what seemed like forever, his body and mind relaxed. In that moment, he was content, he had forgotten what Clarke had said to him earlier. You're nothing more that a murderer. He furrowed his brows. Clarke's words hurt him more than he expected. Maybe because she is the one who said it. He kept thinking.
"Bell, this is Lincoln, and just so you know, he's kept me alive so apologize right now," said Octavia while pointing towards Lincoln's wound on his head. The blood had dried now thanks to Clarke who managed to give him first aid.
"Im sorry dude," said Bellamy absent-mindedly, his thoughts still on Clarke. Maybe he was a murderer after all. He did want to kill the one person who kept his sister alive. Im a monster. He thought.
" Ill light a fire, you'll leave tomorrow at first light," announced Lincoln to the group.
