"If you want something done right, do it yourself" huffed Clarke as she climbed beneath the fence. She had been asking Alex and James to get her water because she was trying to create a mixture for another sick child, but no. They wanted to rate the girls in the camp (pricks) the human races survival depended on them and they wanted to skip setting up a good society and race to the procreation.
Part of Clarke was happy she was alone, she hadn't been alone for a while. Walking through the forest was oddly calming, on the first day she had rushed through here not allowing herself to take in the beauty; but now she could. She let her self experience the wonder of earth, to smell the pink and purple flowers, glance to the tall trees and for the first time in a long time she took a carefree breath, to breathe not because you need to survive but to taste the air and truly understand it: it was an experience like no other. She came to a standstill when she saw the butterflies', to her they were a beacon of hope; that beauty can come from something so destructive.
"Mum would love this" Clarke whispered. She could imagine her mum taking samples from the trees, telling Clarke to catch a butterfly, no,as many as possible. The warmth which grew within her suddenly become fierce, her cheeks set on fire spreading through her causing her hands to sweat. Her mum was the reason her father was dead. How could she forgive her? Clarke shook her head, and carried on walking.
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Back at camp
Bellamy pulled his top over his head and glanced at the girl who was asleep in his bed. Kissing her head, he walked out. He scanned the camp, he could see his sister talking to the kid who wouldn't take off the stupid goggles off, he could see Finn speaking to Raven but what he couldn't see was his pain in the ass.
"Oi, Finn where's princess?" He shouted over to the love birds. Raven shot him a dirty look but Finn stepped away from Raven to scan the camp, Bellamy could see the concern which was spreading over his face. "Oh yeah, now you're concerned" Bellamy said under his breath.
"I don't know, I last saw her with James and Alex, she wanted water but that a good few hours ago" Finn said glancing to the two boys who were chatting to two blondes. Bellamy didn't bother asking them if they went, he knew the answer. Good help was hard to find here, grabbing his knife from his tent and checking his gun was still in place he set off after her.
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The lake was beautiful, the water looked so fresh and inviting. It took every bit of will power to not dive into the river and let her body float. Pulling her flask out, she bent forward and began filling it up. She had taken Well's flask so she had a lot more than others- wells would have wanted her to use it.
Crunch
Clarke whipped her head up, and scanned her surroundings. She hadn't crossed the lake, she wasn't on the grounders land. Fear raced through her veins causing her to shake- she shouldn't have come here alone. She raced through her head for anything that she had read, but every draw in her mind seemed empty. "I just want some water" Clarke shouts to the forest on the other side. "I'm leaving now" she stepped away getting closer and closer to the safety of her tree's, but then she sees it. The spear coming straight at her.
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Bellamy felt something change within the forest, he didn't feel the peacefulness which he usually felt when he came to escape everyone and sometimes even his own thoughts. Then he heard the piercing scream.
Clarke
He broke into a sprint, forcing his muscles to work harder, swinging his arms to go faster. Then he saw her being dragged by what looked like a human. "CLARKE" he screamed causing the grounder to stop and stare. "NO—BELLAMY RUN" Clarke said trying not to sob, of course she would try to cover her pain: his brave princess. Bellamy pulled the gun from his pants, but keeping it from the view of the grounder: showing any weapon would give the grounder reason to spear him or worse hurt Clarke again.
"BELLAMY, stop trying to be the hero, I'll be okay run" sobbed Clarke, she didn't want him to die, she didn't understand why the grounder wanted her but she couldn't imagine the camp surviving if he died. "I won't leave you Clarke, now shut up" Bellamy barked back, why was she so stubborn even when she was just speared.
The grounder was looking at the trees, and the thought which Bellamy had tried to ignore became apparent. The grounder had back up, and he didn't.
"Give her back, please. She's my friend" he tried. He wasn't sure if they spoke english? Or if they had created a new language. The grounder stepped towards Bellamy and drew a line "what? I don't understand?" He shouted again at the grounder. "Give me her back? Please" the panic he had tried to hide was beginning to show. They had taken Octavia and they had gotten her back and Bellamy really wanted to shove a spear into this grounder but he needed to make sure Clarke would be okay.
The grounder picked up Clarke and Bellamy could hear her moans and broken sobs. He placed her on the other side of the line; then he moved away. Bellamy waited till the grounder could no longer be seen in the forest and ran to Clarke.
Her wounds were bad, the spear had gone through her side. But it was flesh wound. Bellamy pressed his hand on the wound trying to stop the loss of blood "Bell" she whimpered. "You could have died, you idiot. It wouldn't have mattered if I died, but you Bellamy... you're their leader how could be so selfish" she said, as tears fell from her blue eyes.
"Shh, I'm taking you back to camp. You will be okay. You're not going anywhere" Bellamy whispered as he pressed a light kiss on her forehead and that's the last thing Clarke could remember before the black dots covered her vision.
As he carried her back to camp her voice rang in his head "it wouldn't have mattered if I died" did she not know how much he needed her? screw the others, he was only the leader to protect his sister, now he was the leader to protect Octavia and Clarke.
