Fears on Fire

Chapter Thirteen

I helped my sister tend to Raven's bullet wound that Murphy was responsible for. She gripped my hand along with Finn's as Clarke did her work. Clarke pressed the hot blade on top of the wound, causing Raven to scream in pain. "That should stop the internal bleeding," Clarke said. I grabbed the blade from her and set it down on the counter away from the group and I. "I don't understand," said Finn, "How did Murphy get a gun?" Bellamy glanced at me cleared his throat. "It's a long story," he said. "We got lucky," I said, "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of Raven, we'd all be dead."

"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?" Clarke said, surprised. "There should be enough to make 100 bombs," I replied, "If we had any gun powder left." Raven looked at me, shrugging. "Let's get back to the reapers," said Bellamy, "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

"Not this enemy," Clark said. "We saw them," Finn claimed, "Trust me, it's not an option."

"There's no time for this," Clarke said and walked over to Raven. "Can she walk or not?" Finn asked, appearing by my sisters side. "No," Clarke replied, "We have to carry her."

"The hell you will," Raven retorted, "I'm good to go."

"Hate to break to you," I said, "but that bullet is still inside of you. If by some miracle, there's no internal bleeding." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Finn left the drop ship to fetch the stretcher for our friend. Clarke helped Raven sit up from the makeshift bed. Clarke and Finn helped Raven onto the stretcher while Bellamy and I stood, looking around at the camp. "This is bullshit," I commented, earning a look from Bell. "This whole thing is stupid," I continued, "I bet we're just walking right in a trap." Clarke walked over to the two of us. "All right," she sighed, "It's time to go, come on." The kids obeyed her order and met at the outside of the gate.

"If they follow?" I countered, "It's a 120-mile walk to the ocean." Bellamy glanced at me, nodding in agreement. Finn walked over and set a hand on Clarke's shoulder. "Look, we're wasting time," he said, "If they want to stay. Than that's their choice, not ours." Clarke looked back at Finn then at Bell and I.

"We can't do this without you two."

"What do you want us to say, Clarke," Bellamy said, crossing his arms. "I want you to say that you're with us," she said, "Those kids out there, they listen to you." I looked at the ground, playing with the hem of my shirt. "Both of you," she added as she glanced at me. "They listen to you more," I said, pointing to the group behind her. Clarke looked behind her as the kids gathered together. "I gave them an easy choice! Five minutes ago they were willing to fight and die for you two," Clarke encouraged, "You inspire them. I'm afraid we're gonna need that again before this day is through." I looked back at the camp around us, taking in the hard work we had done prior to this mess.

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I walked beside Bellamy, my shoulder brushing against his. I gripped the straps of my backpack as I looked around for any sign of the Grounders. The wind brushed up against my skin, creating a howling sound. I felt Bellamy's eyes on the sides of my face. "You showed some real leadership back there," he said, looking back at me. "Thanks," I replied, "but I sort of see myself as a follower not a leader."

"Really? Because you're pretty good at it."

"I guess I am," I said and nudged his shoulder, "I had a great teacher." Bellamy laughed and shook his head. I smiled to myself, falling for Bellamy Blake. Our moment was cut short by the kids around us becoming restless. Bell put a hand in front of me, motioning me to stop walking. I reached for my gun and hovered my finger over the trigger. A large spear landed in a boys chest. "Grounders!" Jasper yelled, "Go! Back to camp!" I grabbed Bellamy's hand, running beside him. The familiarity of camp came into view as we sprinted towards our home away from home. Clarke and I stopped at the gate, ushering people inside. "Shut the gate! Shut the gate!" a kid yelled. A few of the delinquents helped my sister and I close the door.