Clarke
"I'm not taking mine off." I insisted angrily, watching as one by one, the others were shedding their monitors for the promise of hot, fresh meat. Even as I spoke with conviction I couldn't help but wish I had already taken my wristband off. The cooking meat smelled amazing. My mouth was filling with saliva as I craved the sweat smelling food. Finn smiled at me and nudged my arm.
"Come on Princess, let's go find some of those not poisonous poison-flowers Monty was talking about the other day." I smiled back at his attempt to cheer me up. He seemed to read my mind at times. We slipped away from camp and searched the nearby area for the edible nuts, flowers and berries that Monty had pointed out to us on our first venture out into the woods. We stayed close, well within sight of the orange flames, licking at the black of night. Suddenly, I felt Finn's hand brush mine as we both reached for the same bloom. I froze as a fuzzy feeling crawled up from the spot we had touched. It wasn't a shock. Nor a spark, like in those Earth romance books I used to pour over. But it felt good. Other than guards and the brief hug with my mother, I hadn't been touched by another person since being thrown in the Skybox. It was nice to be with other people. And it was nice to feel the soft touch of someone else's hand against yours.
Bellamy
Skywalker and the Princess snuck out of camp while no one was watching. No one. Except me. Wristbands, still intact. Fine. Suit yourself, I suppose. But the fact if the matter was that this was a trading system. You give us your monitor, we give you dinner. Keep your fancy watch if you must. Starve. See if we care.
Deep down in knew that wasn't true. Clarke was the only one here with any form of medical training. Without here, a lot of us would die. Not to mention if it came down to it and Clark tried to take control from me, there would be a good number of them who would follow her. The two of us needed to at least live and let live in order to keep the 100 together as one. I slowly made my way to the edge of camp, trying to seem nonchalant as I attempted to get a good look at where Spacewalker was taking his little girlfriend. When I finally got sight of the two I smirked. They were picking berries and gazing longingly into each other's eyes. What idiots. Eat your damn berries Princess. I would sit over here with my sister and enjoy a hot, delicious dinner.
Clarke
My head ached and I was even hungrier than I'd been last night. So that's what being drunk felt like. Drinking half a bottle of whiskey having never had so much as a drop of moonshine in my life maybe wasn't the best idea. When I woke up, my head was resting on Finn's chest. He was still asleep, breathing deeply. Up and down. Up and down. His chest rose and fell calmingly, like I was being rocked in my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, glancing around. Wells was glaring at Finn like there was nothing in the world he'd like to do more than hit him. I rolled my eyes. Typical. Sunlight filled the automobile through the windows, illuminating everything in an odd sort of light. My eyes fell on the sunlit red of the seaweed we'd gathered yesterday. The seaweed for Jasper. Jasper. Practically leaping up and pulling my coat on, I nudged Finn awake.
"Come on. We need to get back to the camp. Like, yesterday." He nodded and shaking off the effects of sleep did his best to get ready and on his feet as quickly as he could. Wells was ready in an instant, annoyingly following my orders without a second's hesitation. As if being an obedient puppy would bring my father back to life. He opened the door and Finn gave me a leg up, helping me pull myself out of the overturned vehicle. I nodded my thanks to him and held out my hand to help pull him through the hatch as well. I did NOT offer the same assistance to Wells.
We hiked on, talking aimlessly about God only knows what. My brain was still a bit fuzzy, as if it was taking longer than usual to restart this morning, taking more effort than usual to focus on the world around me. Then we heard the scream. The heart wrenching, terrified and terrifying scream. We ran in the direction of the sound. I was the fastest, the others falling behind me. When I reached the scene my heart stilled. Bellamy. Leaning over a body. Who was that? A distorted, horribly burned body gasping for breath, muttering words I couldn't say. I crept forward, kneeling before him. Oh shit. This was that boy Octavia liked. I had seen them kissing just the other day. I looked up at Bellamy. His face was covered in an emotion I didn't quite have words for. There was panic and sadness there too. He didn't know what to do. And he seemed to feel responsible.
Bellamy Blake. Cocksure, over confident, almost-let-me-fall-to-my-death, 'whatever the hell we want', Bellamy Blake. Scared. I gave the boy - Atom? Was it Atom? – a look over. Acid burns everywhere. His lungs were shot, how he was even still breathing was beyond me. He must have inhaled some of the fog. That meant the inside of his lungs were just as burned as his outside. Damn.
"Kill me." He whispered staring at Bellamy. "Please." It wasn't the first time he had said those words to Bellamy, I was sure of it. But here, big tough, bad boy couldn't bring himself to do it. Couldn't bring himself to kill. I nodded, a twinge of pity running through me. I took the knife from Bellamy's hand and smiled down at the dying boy.
"Hey. Hey it's okay. I'm going to make it better, okay? I'm going to help you." I'd seen my mother kill before, bring peace to someone in pain. This was the right thing to do. I could bring him peace. I could take away his pain.
Sliding the knife into his throat was alarmingly easy. I expected that I'd have to try, really hard. That I would have to wind up and plunge the blade in. That somehow (even though I knew exactly how easy it was for a knife to cut through flesh) taking a man's life should be a lot more difficult than it was. But it was easy. In and out. And within a moment he was gone. I glanced up at Bellamy and was surprised to find him staring at me with another (different) indecipherable expression on his face.
"Come on Princess. Let's get him home." I nodded and handed him the knife back. Finn and Wells had caught up to me by now. I suspected they'd seen the entire thing. Damn. I couldn't meet their eyes. I couldn't look at anyone.
"He's at peace now." Finn said, putting his arm around me. "Now let's get this seaweed back to Jasper, huh? Let's save a life today."
Blake
"He's at peace now." Spacewalker said soothingly to the Princess wrapping his arm around her protectively. "Now let's get this seaweed back to Jasper, huh?" His fingers were gripping her arm tightly, holding her, as though he could take away her pain. Take away any guilt she might have over what just happened. Didn't he know she was stronger than the lot of us? "Let's save a life today."
"So you found a cure than?" I asked, signaling some of the others to come back. Wells nodded and opened his pack, showing me some plant I could really care less about. Yet another twinge of guilt crept up on me. Jaha's son. Who didn't know he was an orphan. Because of me. Damn. "How do you know it'll work?" I asked the Princess. She loved this medical stuff. Let's get her focus off what she just had to do because I wasn't strong enough. Let's get her focused on something she loves.
"It was in the poultice the Grounders used to heal him. I think it will be even more effective if we put it in a tea of sorts." I nodded.
"That's very interesting. Will you just use water or will you want to put something else in as well?" Wells was giving me a weird look but Finn seemed to catch on and the two of us managed to ask her questions the entire time the others were fashioning a makeshift stretcher. By the time we'd gotten Atom onto it and begun our walk, she wasn't avoiding eye contact any more. Good. She didn't deserve any guilt here. She helped someone. Like she always did. She cared about and for our people. Better than I ever could. Damn. Today was not going like I had planned.
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