Romeo and Juliet

Chapter Fifty Seven

Thank God you're okay," Bellamy whispered, releasing her momentarily. He took in the sight of her, noticing her supple skin had returned to its normal color. "God, you're okay." Clarke smiled, nodding against him. Bellamy released her again before speaking. "Raven has a plan."

Clarke took Bellamy's hand as he took her to Raven's tent. Finn, Raven, and Jasper all huddled together, standing over a cylindrical shape. "Is that-"

"The bomb. We can stop the grounders before they get here." Finn breathed, careful not to step too close to the liquid.

"So... who's going to... do it?" Bellamy asked looking around. It almost looked like Clarke was going to volunteer, but she felt Bellamy squeeze her hand tightly, shaking his head firmly. She retreated, sighing, and looking towards Jasper, Finn, and Raven.

After a second had passed, Raven glanced towards Finn. Her face showed one of absolute anger and depression. Finally, the girl sighed, raising her hand with a furious look on her face. "Guess that leaves me." She muttered, noticing Finn turn his head away. Clarke retracted in Bellamy's grip, seeing exactly what had happened. Is... is this my fault? I'm so horrible.

"Raven, I can-"

"I can do it, Finn." She snapped, walking out of the tent after uttering a quick couple of words: "We do it in the morning." Morning...

It came sooner to Raven then she wished it had, but she found with fear that her nose was running with blood when she awoke. A cold dew was settled over everything, giving it a beautiful blanket of morning and Earth, something she didn't take for granted.

Quietly, Raven snuck out, the bomb planted in her bag along with her rifle. A crow was carved on the side by Jasper, a mock joke that she found almost funny. They're not up... guess I'm doing it myself. Finn will just slow me down.

Raven made sure not even to touch a leaf as she snuck out of the camp, seeing a rare couple of people up so early. As she quietly opened the gate, she gazed at the sleeping guards atop their posts and rolled her eyes. So much for guarding. We'll just get more people killed.

"Okay, okay. Just get to the bridge, Raven... take the shot." She whispered, already almost a mile from the camp. She hurried, knowing from the blood dripping down her cheek that she didn't have long.

Darkness slowly released its grip around him as Bellamy sighed, letting out a breath. How early is it? He asked, opening his eyes. An array of golden hair hung next to him as he breathed in the smell of strawberries, smiling as he took in the sight of Clarke. She hasn't slept this well for a while. Finally got her to lay down.

He remembered the plan, getting up with a small groan, and slipping a shirt on. Socks and boots followed until he was ready to eventually go outside, which he did, looking for Raven and Finn's tent. "I'm not about to walk in on anything, am I?" Bellamy asked gruffly, knocking on the tent's metal poles only to find Finn's voice.

"No, Raven's... she left, she took the bomb." Finn quickly revealed himself, climbing out of the tent and hurrying towards the gate of the camp. Concern was palpable in his face, but Bellamy didn't buy it. He could feel when Clarke tensed up around Finn and he didn't like it. "We need to get to her."

"Okay, take it easy."

"No, Bellamy... look." He held Raven's pillowcase before submerging it in a pot of hot water. It was decorated with blood.

"She's sick..." Bellamy groaned, nodding and helping Finn open the gate, following the trails of footprints that Finn picked up on.