Chapter Three

Hold my hand,
I can hear the ghosts calling
Help me stand,
Even if the sky is falling
And I want you to know,
I can't do it alone
Hold my hand, my hand, my hand

Hold My Hand - The Fray


"Come on." I yell exasperated, throwing my hands in the air as I miss the mark yet again. "Why can't I hit the damn target?" A heavy sigh leaves my lungs as I sink to the ground and toss my bow aside, glaring at the fallen arrows. I place my head in my hands; today's the first day I felt well enough to shoot my bow again since injuring my arm. I couldn't sleep, much like the rest of the camp, so I thought I'd get some practice in. The next time we get attacked I want to be prepared and not rely on luck, but apparently that's all killing the panther was. Beginners luck.

Leaves crunch in the distance and seconds later a shadow looms over me. "How's the practicing going?"

"Excellent." I nod, removing my hands and stretching my legs out in front of me. "I think the Grounders will recruit me in no time."

Wells chuckles and bends down to pick up the bow. "Show me your form, maybe I can give you a few tips." Rising to my feet I stretch my hands above my head, working out the kinks. "First, we need to determine if your right or left eye dominant."

"How do I do that?"

"Stand up straight and look straight forward. Make a diamond shape with your hands, now look at the target. Raising your arms up, center the target in the small hole and bring your hands to your face while keeping the target centered. Close your left eye than your right. The eye that can see the target is your dominant."

I create a diamond with my hands, closing my right eye I can't find the mark, but when I close my left I can. "I'm right eye dominant." I conclude.

He nods, "Okay, that means you need to hold the bow in your left hand and draw with your right." He handles the bow, demonstrating the position. "Archery is all about consistency. Your form needs to be the same for each shot, while form isn't the same for everyone there are certain steps. Your feet should be shoulder width apart."

With a grin I lift a brow, "A few tips, huh?"

His brown eyes roll skyward, he hands me the bow, "Just do it."

I salute. "Sir, Yes, Sir!" Doing my best to mimic his stance I look to him for confirmation. He smiles offering the arrow and I nock it. With my eyes fixed on the target I wet my lips, slowly drawing back the string.

"Your grip is too tight," he touches my hand. "Relax, treat the bow as an extension of your arm." I take a few slow breathes to ground myself. "Chin up. Once you've locked your eyes on the target, don't move your head. Pull the string back and anchor yourself."

"Anchor?" I blink.

"Anchoring is the act of fixing the back end of the arrow to your head." He clarifies. "Aim above the target, when the arrow flies it moves downward." I move my arms higher, "Let the string your push your fingers away. When you release follow through and keep your bow arm up, let the drawing hand move back naturally."

With a deep breathe I let the string go and remain perfectly still as the arrow flies through the air. It hits below the X I carved on the tree, but I managed to hit the tree and that's what counts. In means I'm improving. My face breaks into a smile, "I'm getting there!"

"You are." Wells retrieves the arrow, "Try again." I keep in mind what he taught me as I aim the bow again, the arrow leaves with a whoosh hitting above the mark. It isn't until the fifth try that I hit the center. After a few more shots Wells suggests we head back. I nod and recover the arrow, loading it back into the sheath we head back towards camp. "I'm going to check in on Jasper, want to come?" He asks as we near the dropship.

Running a hand through my hair I glance at him from the side of my eye, "When did Clarke change her name to Jasper?" He just shakes his head climbing the ladder towards the awful groaning on the second floor; snickering I grip the bars ready to follow him.

''Can't he just die already?'' Someone says and people laugh.

Clenching my fists I turn away from the ladder, assuming the boy with a buzzcut wearing a shit eating grin is the one responsible for the the snide comment I stride towards him. I plaster on a smile when his honey colored eyes snap up to meet mine; his long eyelashes fan against his cheek as his blinks, dumbfounded. "Can you give us a minute?" I ask his friends. They share a look, wiggling their eyebrows and it takes all my self control not to roll my eyes at their obvious train of thought. Yeah, we're totally going to do it while Jasper fights for his life upstairs. Idjits! Standing up they pat the boys' shoulder and exit the dropship.

When we're alone I crouch down to his height, "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Keep your trap shut about Jasper or I will put an arrow through you." I tap my bow to confirm my statement and he shrinks back, his face green.

His mouth opens and closes repeatedly, "I, uh, I'm, uh, sorry." He stutters.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. When Jasper gets better and he will get better, you will apologize. Yes?"

He swallows, "Yes?''

"Yes."

He nods rapidly. "Yes, yes." His hand skims over his head, "Just please don't kill me."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing. "And another thing."

"Oh, god!" He groans.

Pushing off the ground to my full five foot frame I smooth down my shirt. "You let everyone know Jaspers off limits, anyone tries anything they answer to me."

"But Bellamy-"

"I'll handle Bellamy." I wink.

He dry heaves, "I think I'm going to be sick." I shake my head amused and ascend the ladder; when I reach the top I take a seat on a crate near Monty setting my weapon on the floor.

"Is there anything you need?"

"Yes. A sterile operating room, IV's, real doctors.''

"You're doing an incredible job." Wells reassures Clarke.

"I'd be doing an even better job," she snaps, "if I spent the past six months training at the hospital instead of confinement." My eyes narrow at the accusation, but I don't dwell on it. It's not any of my business.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help."

Clarke's silent until Jasper's groan's increase in volume. "Alright, you want to help? Hold him down." Clarke picks up a blade and holds it over the small fire she has burning.

Monty pales, "I'm not going to like this am I?" She doesn't answer, but starts to cut into Jasper's chest; his groans turn to screams as he begins to convulse violently. My stomach lurches at the sight and I have to look away, Monty abandons the wristbands he was working on to aid them.

"Hold him still." Clarke shouts, "I need to cut away the infected flesh." The seriousness of the situation has me feeling lightheaded and I mentally scold myself. Come on Lyra! How do you expect to help anyone if you keep having a panic attack every time things get hard? How can you expect to survive? You need to get your shit together.

"Stop it!" Octavia shouts, dropping to her knees by Clarke. "You're killing him."

Finn looks at her sympathetically, "She's trying to save his life."

"She can't." Bellamy declares climbing out of the hatch.

Moving to my feet I calmly advance towards him and block his path. "Can you see the future?"

His eyebrows furrow and his forehead creases, but he answers none the less. "No?"

"Then shut your trap."

His expression darkens and he steps into my personal space; I cross my arms at his obvious form of intimidation. I'm use to everyone being taller than me, okay? It's not working. His voice is low, warning and I can feel his warm breath on my face as he speaks. "Watch it, trouble."

"Just back off, Bellamy." Wells says moving to stand by my side, but Bellamy doesn't acknowledge him.

I raise my chin defiantly; the others may have accepted him as their leader but I haven't. "You watch it, Blake. We wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours. We both know it's the only thing you have going for you." Octavia snorts and Bellamy turns his glare in her direction. "We didn't drag him through miles of woods and get attacked by a panther just to let him die."

Pinching the bridge of his nose he breathes deeply before looking me dead in the eyes. "The kid's a goner. If you can't see that you're deluded. He's making people crazy."

As everyone grows silent I grow angry. Using all the force I have I shove Bellamy's chest and I know when he steps back it's because of shock, and not my strength. "Ah, now I see." I nod, opening my arms wide as it all becomes clear. "If you don't give 'Your People' what they want they'll stop following you. And you can't have that." Wells grips my elbow as I try to inch closer to Bellamy. "Can you? Their uncomfortable so we should kill Jasper? You and your followers act hardcore, but you're really nothing but a bunch of little bitches."

"I'm sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you," Clarke snaps cutting off my rant. "But this isn't The Ark, down here every life matters." Shaking Wells hold off I begin to pace; this is a waste of time. We need to focus on saving Jasper.

"Take a look at him," Bellamy tells us motioning towards Jasper, "he's a lost cause."

I scoff, but don't stop pacing. "I see a lost cause, but it isn't Jasper." I feel his heated gaze on my back and I know I ticked him off, good.

"Octavia, I spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"This isn't about hope, it's about guts-"

I charge forward feeling the need to hit something again, but Wells grabs me around the waist before I can make contact. "Guts? I'll show you guts, yours."

"He's been like this for three days, if he's not better by tomorrow I'll kill him myself."

"Over my dead body, Blake." I thrash and Wells tightens his hold. I think about elbowing him in the gut, but decide against it.

He hisses in my ear, "Let it go." I slap his hands in response.

"Octavia, let's go." Bellamy orders moving to the ladder.

She doesn't budge, "I'm staying here." His composure drops for a second and my stomach clenches with guilt for the callous things I said. He catches me watching him and glares causing my guilt to evaporate. I stick my tongue out in response and he just rolls his eyes, descending the ladder.

"You can let me go now, he's gone."

"You're not going to go after him?" Wells asks.

"Nah," I slump in his hold. "I'll let him live another day." He releases me slowly and I roll my eyes.

"Power hungry, self-serving jackass." Monty says and I nod in agreement returning to my seat. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. No offence." He adds remembering Octavia is here, she shrugs wiping at Jasper's forehead with a cloth.

"Yeah, Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right." Everyone turns to Finn in disbelief.

I point to the door. "Get out!"

"Lyra-"

"No," shaking my head, "if you don't believe Jasper will get better you have no business here. The last thing he needs is negativity. This is officially a negativity free zone." I make a gesture with a sweep of my arm. Finn peers at Clarke, but she makes herself busy and won't meet his eyes. He searches Wells', Monty's and Octavia's faces, but they make no move to disagree with me. With a crestfallen expression he leaves.


"You need to be more careful. Bellamy's dangerous." Is the first thing out of Wells mouth when we're alone.

"And I'm unstable." I counter dismissively as we walk through camp. Jasper passed out from the pain a while ago and Octavia is watching him, apparently the two of them formed a bond when he saved her from the serpent. And Bellamy won't make a move on him if his sister is there so I felt it was safe to leave and stretch my legs a bit.

"Lyra."

"You know I'm starting to think you don't believe I could win against Bellamy."

"Your deflecting."

"It's scary how well you know me already." He grabs my elbow halting me, I sigh and grit my teeth. "Look. Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'll tolerate all this manhandling. I'm starting to see why Clarke dropped you as a friend." Wells just stares at me patiently waiting for an answer, not the slightest bit fazed by the low blow I dealt. It hits me than, I'm acting like Clarke. I shudder and return his gaze, "I appreciate the concern, I do. But someones got to stand up to Bellamy, he's going to get us all killed." I swallow hard and force the next words out, "Our parents."

"You can't hit everyone you have a problem with." He says after a minute of silence.

Smiling, I cross my arms. "No, my arm would get tired."

"That wouldn't stop you from trying."

"It wouldn't even slow her down." Clarke grins, strolling towards us with Finn shadowing her.

"You're mad?" Finn asks, gazing at the blonde with a wry expression.

Clarke shakes her head fiddling with the plant the grounders used on Jasper. "I'm not mad."

"I'm mad." I interject; Finn turns to me with sad eyes and I shrug.

"You wanna think Jasper's a lost cause, go ahead. You're wrong."

"I hope I am."

"Whatever this stuff is," she holds the plant out to Finn, changing the subject. "It has to have antibiotic properties."

"Let me take a look." Wells offers holding his hand out to her. "And before you refuse my help," he adds sensing her reaction, "remember who aced botany and earth skills." She frowns, but hands him the plant.

"The grounders used it as a poultice, but I'm thinking a tea might be more effective if we find out what it is."

"I know what it is, seaweed. Look the root structure." Wells points out.

"There must be a water source near by." Finn says.

"Yeah. It would have to have a slow current, lots of rocks, the water would probably more red than green."

Grabbing the seaweed from Wells I stare at it, holding up to the sun, "You can tell all that by just looking at it?" I wave it front of his face and he moves my hand away.

"I know just the place." Finn informs.

"Alright let's go."

"What? No thank you?" I glare at their retreating backs.

"Hey," Wells shouts after the pair and they pause. "I know what this stuff looks like do you?"

I hang my head in defeat, "Great, another roadtrip."


"You know you should really rethink this whole hating me thing. It's not just the grounders, we're surrounded by criminals, we need each other. We're gonna be friends again."

"You got my dad killed, not possible."

Clarke's tone is frigid but it's her words that stop me dead resulting in me almost walking into a tree. Wells got Clarke's dad killed? No. I don't believe it. He glances over at me with worried eyes and I shake my head singling I'm okay and we'll talk later.

"This is earth Clarke, anythings possible." The blonde doesn't respond, putting as much distance between the two of them as she can.

"I'd let it go." Finn advises moving to catch up with her.

"I've known Clarke her whole life, better than you ever will so I'll decide when to let it go."

"Yeah, I can tell you guys are close."

I break out of my stupor and grab Finn's arm, "Their friendship is none of your concern, so just back off." He stumbles, startled by the sudden contact and bangs his foot on something that sounds strangely like metal. The odd sound stops us all in our tracks.

"What is it?" Clarke asks backtracking, curiosity lining her voice. Finn bends down to brush away the dirt and I help him, it's big and red, together we mange to pry it open.

"It's an automobile." Wells confirms in awe.

"Come on guys, this things been here a hundred years alright it can wait. Jasper can't." With one last look at the relic I follow after Clarke wondering how she knows where she's going when everything in the forest looks exactly the same.


"So what does this seaweed look like?" Clarke asks when we reach the water source.

"Like that." He points to the red stuff floating in the river. ''That thing that bite Octavia, how big...how big was it?" Wells stutters and I swallow a laugh before it can escape.

"Big. We could rig this into some kind of net," Finn unstraps his pack. "Find something to lower it into the water."

I observe Clarke, "The waters shallow we can just grab it and get out." She nods and hands me her pack but I shake my head, "If by chance the snake is in there it would be better if it got me and not the only person on the ground with medical training." I drop my belongings on the ground and wade into the water grabbing as much seaweed as I can carry. The water is colder than I expect and my skin prickles; water was too scarce on the Ark and this was the first time I have ever felt my entire body submerged.

"Or we could just do that." Finn quips.

As I come out of the water a flock of birds flies over us and we duck to avoid being hit. "Lets get out of here." Wells says. I hand Clarke the seaweed and she stuffs it in her pack. A horn goes off in the distance, that can't be a good sign.

"Grounders?"

"Could be a war cry."

"Or a warning."

"Who cares." I grab my bow and quiver, "Let's high tail it out of here." The sky darkens and I'm the first to notice the yellow fog swirling our way, "Run."

"What the hell is that?" Finn asks.

I push him forward and pull at Clarke and Wells repeating, "Run." Running as fast as we can we make it to the car we found earlier, Finn opens the door ushering us in before entering himself.

"It's getting inside."

"Seal off any openings."

The awful smell makes me cough and I work quickly to board up any holes I find. When the coast is clear the exhaustion finally sets in and I collapse beside Wells. I'm out of shape. With the grounders and acid fog I might actually have to start exercising if I want to stay alive. I groan, "What's next flying monkeys?"


Finn wipes at the window to get a better view. "It's still out there." He confirms.

"Look we should just make a run for it. Jasper can't wait much longer."

"Clarke that's suicide." I shift around trying to ease the cramping beginning in my legs.

"Lyra's right, us dying in a could of acid fog isn't going to help Jasper." She cross her arms and scowls. "Look at what I found." Finn holds up a gray flask.

"Is that?"

"Booze." He sits beside Clarke, popping the lid he lifts it to his mouth.

"Woah, careful. Finn it could be-"

He coughs. "Whiskey, I think. Better than moonshine on Agro station."

"Gimme." I hold out my hand and Finn hands me the bottle, I take a small sip than a larger one. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I offer it to Wells.

He looks at me with disbelief, "Alcohol is toxic." My brow creases at his harsh tone.

"This is earth, everythings toxic." Finn defends, "Besides it's a time earned rite of passage."

"Well I pass."

Clarke snatches the bottle from my hand, sending Wells a glare. "Far be it for me to stand in the way of tradition."

I smile at the blonde and cheer her on. "Go Clarke."


Clarke knocks back more whiskey and I pout, we've been sitting in an uncomfortable silence and she's hogging the bottle. "It's been hours, Jasper-"

"Jasper is in good hands." Finn cuts her off. "Octavia will take care of him."

"While we're on the subject. Why is it that everyone thinks me wanting Jasper to not die is a bad thing? Like I'm such a downer. I can be fun." She points to herself. "Yeah, you think I'm fun?" She inquires, "Right?"

Finn nods, amused. "Yeah, among other things."

"You're fun." Wells declares loudly and we all turn to him, he rubs the back of his neck. "You remember that time-"

"Remember that time you betrayed me and got my father executed? Yeah, I remember." She takes a long swig, "Where were we? Fun."

"Yeah." I bring my knees to my chest and rest my chin on top of them. I regret cheering her on now, she's a mean drunk.

"But since you brought it up and I didn't because I don't want to talk about it. What were you thinking?" Finn and I exchange a apprehensive look.

"I made a mistake, Clarke."

She scoffs and mimics him, "I made a mistake, Clarke. Not good enough." She sits up, "You know I bet you couldn't wait to run to daddy, tell him everything so he'd finally believe you were the perfect son he'd always wanted."

"What do want me to say?" He shouts and I flinch, burying my head.

"I want an explanation."

"I can't give you one. I thought I could trust him."

"Well I thought I could trust my best friend. Guess we were both wrong."

"I'm still your friend." He states.

"No, you're not." Clarke fiddles with the flask, "You know if you were my friend you would walk out into that fog and never come back."

"Okay, let's just take it easy." Finn says looking between the two of them.

She narrows her eyes, "I have no idea how to do that." I pry the bottle from Clarke's fingers and shake it, finding it fairly empty. Before I can take a sip Wells steals it away, sniffing it he eventually takes a sip.

"So are we having fun yet?"


Clarke pokes her head out, "The fogs cleared. Come on." I reach out my hand and she helps me out of the van, slipping my quiver over my shoulder I stretch out my limbs. "Let's go, Jasper's waiting."

She doesn't wait for us and sets out through the woods, what is she the energizer bunny? I sprint to catch up with her. I wish I could say it was because I wanted to get back to Jasper as soon as possible, but in truth I wasn't sure how to comfort Wells. I'm as loyal as they come, but when it comes to comforting others I fail. I never know what to say to cheer people up, it's like my mind goes blank. I feel Clarke's gaze and turn to answer it.

"Thank you," she replies, "for coming along."

Nonchalantly I lift a shoulder and smile,"I had nothing better to do." She smiles sadly at the ground and I drum my fingers against my leg wondering what else to say. Last night was pretty intense, she's probably blaming herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. "I don't." I remark, remembering something she said when we waited out the fog. Clarke looks at me quizzically and I clarify, "I don't think it's a bad thing that you want to save Jasper. I actually think it's pretty remarkable. Don't get me wrong I still think you're a downer-" I trail off playfully and she bumps her shoulder against mine.

"Well, you have anger issues."

"That is true, but having compassion in a cruel world is strength not weakness and don't let the idjits tell you different." She stops walking and I pause to look at her, fearing I made it worse. I should of just left it alone.

"Thank you."

I nod, relief washing over me. "Your welcome." Wells brushes past us taking the lead and I glance at Clarke one more time before following after him. "Hey. What's wrong?" He scoffs, "Okay, dumb question. How about this one? Who are you protecting?"

"What-t-t?" He stutters, caught off guard.

"Who else knew about Clarke's dad and why are you so hell-bent on protecting them?"

He squares his shoulders and compose his face, "I'm protecting Clarke."

"Don't deflect," I poke his chest, "that's my thing. Who are you protecting, indirectly?" I air quote.

Sighing he glances behind us. "You can't tell Clarke."

"Okay."

"Promise me." He stresses, brown eyes burning a hole in me.

"I promise I won't tell Clarke."

Silently he stares forward before his voice drops several octaves, "It was her mom."

For some reason I find this easier to believe than Wells betraying Clarke. "Don't you think she deserves to know the truth?"

"It would destroy her."

"And thinking her best friend betrayed her didn't? I'm not going to say anything, but secrets never stay secrets for long. Beside an adult should take responsibility for their actions, not let a kid take the heat." Wells hand finds my shoulder and rubs it gently, I'm suppose to be the one comforting him and he ends comforting me. Ugh, what is wrong with me? "You're a good friend, Wells." He opens his mouth to reply but a shrill scream sounds in the distance and my hands tense around my bow.

"What is what?" asks Clarke as more screams pierce the air.

Pulling out an arrow I announce, "I'll check it out. You two get back to Jasper." With a nod her and Finn head back to the dropship. Nocking my weapon I glance at Wells, "Coming?"

"As if I'd let you go alone."

"Aren't you valiant?" I tease following the direction I think the screams came from.

"Shh." He shushes me and I roll my eyes. "It would be wise not to alert our presence, it could be a grounder." Knowing he has a point I remain silent and try to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible.

We amble into a clearing and I relax my muscles, "It's just Bellamy."

"Lyra?" Wells gives me an unreadable look, tilting his head.

I peer again at Bellamy and notice that there's a body on the ground; my heart pounds and I close my eyes. Swallowing I hand my bow and quiver to Wells, "Go back to camp and get the parachute we used to carry the panther. Bring Finn and Miller." I feel him hesitate, "I'm safe with Bellamy. Go." He sighs, but hoists my sheath over his shoulder. When I'm sure he's gone I approach Bellamy, when I'm by his side I realize I was wrong. The person's not dead, "He got caught in the acid fog." Half his face and his entire neck was bloody and raw, his eyes were unnaturally green and I doubted he could see properly if at all.

"Charlotte found him. I sent her back to camp."

"P-please, k-k-kill me." The boy begs.

Shakily I kneel by Bellamy using his shoulder for stability, by the tenseness in them I assume this boy is his friend. I examine his face and by his locked jaw I can tell he won't be able to put him out of his misery. Whispering, "What's his name?"

"Atom." I wet my lips and carefully remove the knife from Bellamy's hand; this is for the best. It's a mercy kill.

He bares his neck to me, "Please!" With steady hands I place the blade at his throat, but can't deliver the kill stroke.

A large, warm hand encompasses mine," Together?"

Tears begin to spill from my eyes. I try to save him from having to kill his friend and I can't even do that right. Why do I have to be so weak? Why can't I be as strong as I pretend to be? Anyone can be strong when yielding a weapon, but that's not strength that's arrogance. I'm no better than the people I insult. I'm a hypocrite. I force myself to look Bellamy in the eyes, but his gaze isn't hateful like I expected, he's just as scared as me.

"Together." With a deep breathe I recite the song my mom use to sing to me, "Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes and when again they open, the sun will rise." Drawing strength from Bellamy I thrust the knife into Atom's jugular vein, his body jerks as blood gushes from the wound. I continue to sing as his breathing gets shallower. "Here it's safe, here it's warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, here is a place where I love you." Atom's eyes flutter close and Bellamy bows his head. "May we meet again."


It isn't long before Wells returns with Finn and Miller in tow and we head back to camp, Bellamy and I lead side by side. The air is heavy and I zone out most of the trip, it isn't until someone shouts our arrival that I regain focus. Wells comes forward and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly, "I'll get the grave dug." He informs Bellamy who nods solemnly and I watch him retreat to the cemetery. Under different circumstances I would have offered to help, but I'm finding it hard to hold myself upright at the moment. Atom's blood still stains my hands and all I want to do is scrub them until their raw.

Octavia maneuvers through the crowd to the front and smiles. "Your back. I worried you got caught in the fog." Her eyes travel to the make shift stretcher where Atom's body is concealed, she steps forward.

"Octavia." Bellamy tries blocking her path, his voice is strained and I wonder why he's so worried about her reaction. "Just stay there, please. Just stay back."

"Bell, stop." She swats his hands, ignoring his pleas she kneels by the cot and peels back the cover. Horrified gasps fill the camp, "Atom."

"There was nothing I could do."

"Don't." Distraught she raises a hand, tears covering her cheeks.

I don't understand what's going on, but I can't help but feel the need to defend Bellamy, "He got caught in the fog." She looks at me with watery eyes and pain seizes my chest knowing I'm the one responsible for the heartbreak she's feeling. She looks upon Atom once more and recovers his face.

"O."

Octavia shrugs off Bellamy's efforts to console her, "Just don't."

He watches her disappear into the dropship before he catches sight of Murphy, "Lose anyone here?"

"None."

"Jasper?"

"Still breathing, barely. I tired to take him out, but your psycho little sister-"

Air rushes past me as Bellamy shoves Murphy forcefully. "My what?" He bellows grabbing the younger boy by the collar, getting in his face. "My what?" Taking a step back I hug myself recalling Wells warning.

"Your little sister." Murphy affirms shoving Bellamy's grip off easily, not the least bit frightened.

"Yeah, that's right." He nods, "My little sister. Anything else you want to say about her?"

The entire camp holds it's breath as they stare each other down, "Nothing, sorry." Murphy says half heartedly and Bellamy doesn't look impressed. Exhaling, he turns away but falters noticing all the eyes on him.

"Take Atom's body to the cemetery and help Wells bury him." I say to Miller and Mcbege who look at me quizzically, sighing I glance at Bellamy for assistance.

"You heard her," he barks, "get him out of here." They snap to attention and heft Atom's body up, carrying it towards the cemetery. Bellamy gives me a nod and enters his tent.


AN: It was so hard writing this chapter and I felt like I do more with it, I just couldn't put it into words. So, I'm sorry if it's terrible. Also, if anyone is interested in being a beta for this story PM me. Don't forget the poll on my profile.