Fears on Fire

Chapter Four

Warning: language towards the end

I sat beside Monty, helping him with the wristbands. Clarke was nice enough to take of hers to help with the assignment. I looked down at the assortment of technology and some tools. I handed Monty a small pair of tweezers. "Where'd you get these?" he asked me, examining the tool. "Oh," I said, "I brought them from the Ark. I managed to bring some with me." He nodded his head and brought his focus back to the device. Clarke stood on the other side of my friend and I. My sister set a hand on my shoulder, but this time I didn't wince from the touch. Lucky for me, the cut I had gotten from the fight was small. Monty connected the two wires. A spark never occurred, Monty threw his hands up into the air in victory. "Yes!" I cheered, "It's still operational!" Finn walked into the drop ship once he heard the yelling.

He looked down at Clarke's wrist, noticing the band was gone. "What?" Clarke said, "They needed a working wristband." Monty and I looked at one another, giving each other a fist bump. "And you needed to punish your mother," Finn countered. "Look, they're running out of air, and we need their help," Clarke said, "My mother thinking I'm dead is only temporary." I looked at Clarke who gave me a slight nod. "Not if we can't patch it through the drop ship mainframe," I said. Monty glanced at me with encouragement. "We can do it," he insisted, "We'll be talking to The Ark by nightfall."

I patted my friend on the shoulder and gave him a smile. I stood up from the chair, putting my jacket on. "I'll go see how the gate is going," I said, "Keep working." Monty gave me a thumbs up, looking back down at the device.

I pushed the red curtain aside and saw Murphy laughing at Conner. Conner stood up from the ground, taking his black puffer jacket off. I furrowed my eyebrows at the action. I stepped onto the ground, walking over to the boy.

"Did Murphy not give you water?" I questioned. The boy slowly nodded, I scoffed and motioned him to follow me. I grabbed a cup and filled it up with some water. "Drink it fast before Murphy sees you," I said. He smiled, handing me the wooden cup. "Thanks Y/N," Conner said.

"No problem," I replied. I set the cup back down beside the small bin. Charlotte walked over to me with The Secret Garden book in her left hand. "Hey Y/N," she said and handed me the book, "Thanks for letting me borrow the book." I smiled, grabbing the book from her. "You're so welcome," I said, giving her a hug. She walked away from me, but something seemed off.

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I helped some of the delinquents clean up after lunch. I wiped down the table with a white cloth, then threw it into the bin beside it. Charlotte and another kid folded the table and rested it beside the drop ship. Before I could walk over to my tent, Bellamy rushed out of the tent. "Y/N!" he called, sounding urgent. I immediately stopped what I was doing and ran over to him. "What's up?" I inquired, "Is everything okay?"

"Clarke will explain," he responded, setting a hand on my arm as he led me into the small tent. The group stood around a table with some equipment on it. Clarke stood in front of the group and I, holding a knife that was similar to mine. "This knife was made with metal from the drop ship," Clarke said. "What you mean?" I questioned, but she ignored my question. "Who else knows about this?" Clarke asked. "No one, we brought it straight here," Octavia answered. I looked down at the ground as I thought who could have killed Wells. Part of me didn't want to believe that he was actually dead. I took the knife from Clarke, looking over it for any sign of whose it might be.

"It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells," Clarke said, "It was one of us."

We all turned our heads to Clarke, confused as to why she would say that. "So there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper said and scoffed. "There's more than one murderer in this camp," Bellamy said, "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet." Clarke took the knife from me and pushed me and Bell aside. Bellamy stepped in front of her, stopping her from getting out.