A/N: I already cranked out the second chapter. I was so inspired by the number of views. I couldn't keep myself from writing. Typically, I will update once a week. But, who knows at this point.
Disclaimer: I do not own the plot or characters to the 100. I also do not own any of the mentioned song.
How to Save A Life- Fray
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
Resolutions- Chapter 2- Lost Lamb
Bellamy and Murphy quickly caught up to Clarke and Finn. Clarke was leaning against a tree. Her head was bowed in despair. Her hands were wrapped around a thick oak branch. It looked like the tree was the only thing keep her up. Bellamy could practically see her body swaying back and forth in exhaustion.
Bellamy could relate. His heart was pounding relentlessly. His body was overwhelmed by hunger, exhaustion, and his emotions. He could feel the fear and worry for Octavia battling the anger and resentment that he felt towards the situation.
Clarke looked up at the approach of the two boys. She turned her confused gaze at Bellamy.
"Where's Octavia?" She asked.
Bellamy looked down, kicking the nearest stone furiously before saying, "She decided to stay." He tried to avoid the stares from his companions.
"What! You can't be serious, Bellamy," She said in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, I am," He mumbled gruffly.
"We need to go back for her," She insisted. Clarke didn't want to leave Octavia behind. She had quickly become friends with the other Blake sibling. The two had formed a tight bond during their time at the dropship. They were the only two that didn't bow down to Bellamy's tyranny. In Clarke's book, that meant a lot.
As a child, Clarke had a hard time making friends. With her parent's status on the council, other children resented her. She was often called a snob or spoiled brat.
She was extremely lonely until her parents introduced her to Wells. Under the circumstances, they were able to manufacture a relationship. Both children were desperate to have someone to talk to.
Through the years, the two friends would talk about everything. They shared their interests, their desires, and even their fears.
But, now he was gone too.
Clarke couldn't lose another person.
Bellamy gave her a glare that demanded her silence. These were the times where he wished that he could control her like the other members of the 100.
Instead, Clarke continued on, "You don't know what they are capable of, Bellamy."
"Don't be stupid, Princess. I know exactly what the grounders can do," Bellamy said sneering at her.
"Then, let's go." She made a move to turn around.
"You think I want to leave her here, Clarke. I don't have a choice in this case." Bellamy was desperately trying to control his temper. He could feel it boiling just under the surface.
"They could kill her," She whispered beseechingly.
"I KNOW THAT!" He roared. His fists were clenched at his sides. Sweat and rain water trickled down his tanned skin. His dark eyes glared murderously at Clarke.
He needed to calm down. He couldn't handle Clarke's words when part of him wanted to follow her back to the village and save his sister.
Without another word, He stormed off into the woods. Clarke listened to the sound of his heavy footsteps crashing across the forest brush. Murphy moved forward from where he had stood near Bellamy.
"Great job, Princess," Murphy scoffed, "You're sensitivity is astounding."
Clarke frowned as she realized that Murphy and Finn were still there. Finn was staring off into the woods while Murphy watched Clarke carefully.
"What are you even doing here, Murphy?" She took in the slim boy who was holding the gun. The last time she had seen Murphy, he looked like death hung-over.
He hadn't changed much sense then. His body was long and looked like it had been deprived of nourishment for too long. His dull, brown hair hung wet and limp. The deep lacerations were fading into long scratches.
"I was trying to save the day and rescue you," He jeered.
"Like hell you were," She spat.
"You don't believe me. That hurts," He said mockingly, "Ask Finn over there."
Clarke turned over to where Finn was sitting on a fallen log. He hadn't moved an inch. His eyes were glazed over. Clarke didn't know if she should check to see if he was hurt or leave him undisturbed.
An image of the village flashed through her mind. Clarke knew that she couldn't approach Finn. She was still reeling from the damage that he caused. Part of her couldn't accept that he hurt those people. This wasn't the same person that tried to create the peace treaty with the grounders.
This wasn't Finn.
Huffing, Clarke said, "I'm going to find Bellamy. Don't do anything stupid." Clarke ignored the smirk that lit up Murphy's face. She left the two men, and walked in the direction that Bellamy disappeared through.
Her mind wandered back and forth as she walked. Something was wrong. Finn's temperament and attitude changed. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. In the few minutes since being reunited in the village, Clarke could tell that his mind was scattered. He seemed confused.
Maybe there was something medically wrong with Finn. If that was the case, Clarke hoped that her mom could help him.
Even though things ended between Finn and Clarke when Raven came down from the Ark, Clarke wanted him to be okay. He was one of the reasons that Clarke was alive. His advice and companionship kept her sane when Bellamy's reign of terror almost caused the camp to destroy itself.
Clarke knew that they would always have a sense of camaraderie between them.
Dismissing that thought, Clarke continued to search for Bellamy. Pushing through the damp trees and thick woven vines, Clarke began to understand that Bellamy had gone a lot farther than she originally believed.
Idiotic boy, she thought. He chose now of all times to disappear? Clarke could practically hear the grounders sharpening their weapons, but Bellamy thought that now is the time to disappear into a forest filled with pretty much every deadly thing imaginable. An irritated growl escaped her mouth.
After forty minutes of searching, Clarke became more frustrated. After trekking through the forest all day, Clarke wanted to go lay down somewhere dry and sleep. The rain had turned into a hot, sticky, humid evening that saturated her clothes and caused drops of sweat to roll down her forehead. Her blonde hair was sticking to her neck, leaving Clarke irritable.
"Bellamy!" She shouted out. He had chosen the worst moment to vanish.
Clarke looked around her. This area was unfamiliar. The soft, jade ferns that were scattered on the floor had changed into harsh, spiked bushes. The leaves were edged with wicked points.
The trees had also changed. Most of the trees were smaller than they were when she began to search for Bellamy. The bark was rough with a dark, malevolent coloring to it. Furry vines crept up the thin trunks of the tree Clarke felt an icy bolt of fear as she realized that she had managed to get herself lost.
Anger pulsed through her body. She should have been more careful. Her carelessness allowed her to get lost.
Clarke spun around.
She tried to trace her steps, but knew it was futile at this point. Dusk was falling quickly in the forest. The trees blocked out the already limited light from the sun making it impossible for Clarke to see her footprints in the soil.
Clarke was also facing another problem. With the sweltering heat, and the lack of water and sleep, she was growing more and more unsteady on her feet. The world began to tilt left and right. Clarke placed a hand on one of the trees. Her body hunched forward as a wave of nausea hit her. Desperation clawed at her stomach.
Calm down, she said to herself. She took a deep breath before letting it go. Clarke decided that she needed to make a plan, but more importantly she needed to take a break before she continued on.
The heat was becoming unbearable. A drop of sweat rolled down her temple, slowly running around the curve of her face, before dropping to the pale skin of her clavicle.
She took the corner of her gray shirt and wiped the moisture away from her face. She lifted her face towards the sky before deciding that laying down would help her cool down.
She let her body slide down the tree. She decided that five minutes would be enough. Afterwards, she would search for Bellamy, Finn, and Murphy.
Clarke leaned back and closed her eyes. She tried to stay awake, but the day's events quickly caught up with her. Her body slumped sideways as she sluggishly slipped into a deep sleep.
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