Authour's Note:

Hey Hey Hey! This chapter is very action packed, and I hope you can keep up, and that my writing explained everything enough. FYI Cents, are the Centaire campers (the 100) and the "(grounder count)" is keeping track of how many grounders the Cents have defeated, oh and the lines (page breaks) are a change of perspective. If you have any questions at all, feel free to shoot me a message, either on or on my tumblr, .com I LOVE to hear from you guys, so please enjoy and comment!

Clarke quickly opened the door of the cabin, instantly spotting a few grounders in the nearby bushes. Ignoring them, she slowly made her way down the path hearing the slight footsteps trailing her. Everything was going to plan, her and Octavia just needed to lure the grounders away from the Supply depot long enough for Bellamy to get out.

Clarke was expecting more violence from the grounders right out of the gate, thinking that they would want to hit her as soon as she stepped out of the cabin, but they were defiantly ceasing fire at the moment. It was a strange set up, almost like the grounders were holding for suspense or some grand reveal.

Continuing down the path she broke into a run, hoping to pull the grounders along faster.

Octavia peaked out the door of the cabin, eying her surroundings suspiciously. She spotted five grounders hiding in the bushes awaiting her exit. Everything was going according to plan as Octavia cautiously stepped outside the cabin.

Her instincts told her to brace her body to get shot at, but she knew better, she needed the grounders to think, that she thought she was alone.

She crept along the path, playing her part as she tried to stealthily trail Clarke. As Octavia pulled the grounders along she spotted something on the ground ahead. A red paintball. The signal to hurry up, to give Bellamy more time. Stepping ahead, her eyes flickered with excitement at the barely noticeable popping noise the ball made as she squished it underfoot.

Octavia continued walking, she would near the mess hall soon, and she had to be on the lookout. As she confronted the side of the building she quickly spotted Clarke ahead of her who had stopped to press herself into the base of a tree.

Clarke had spotted Octavia out the corner of her eye and knew she was in position, seeing an unsuspecting grounder, Clarke quickly took aim and shot, narrowly missing their body and hitting a nearby tree.

Suddenly aware, the grounder quickly turned around to face the direction of the shot, her trail of thick dark hair flying around in her wake. Anya. Clarke could recognize her inability to restrain her hair anywhere. Anya was the Camp Groundfield's head counselor, and although chillingly beautiful, she had a lot of capture the flag experience. The past 3 years of winning for the grounders had been under her strategizing and supervision.

Out of her peripheral vision Clarke saw Octavia huddled up against a tree aiming at a tall and fit grounder, and the rest of the grounders looming in the slightly open forest that backed onto the side of the mess hall. The very mess hall Bellamy should be on the roof of. Where the hell was he?

Bellamy looked down to see the red smudge of a paintball in the dirt. Shit. They had gone ahead too fast, he needed to catch up. Picking up pace he continued on his mission to the mess hall, keeping tabs on the currently empty forest around him, being sure that no grounders were on his trail.

Bellamy quickly hurried around the far side of the mess hall, using a nearby tree as a ladder to get himself onto the roof. Bellamy silently made his way across the slightly sloped roof and over to the other side where he saw Clarke and Anya face off below as Octavia stood a ways away taking aim on another grounder. Scattered around the girls below were grounders, all readily aiming for Clarke and Octavia, waiting for some big moment or cinematic reveal to pull their triggers and make a point about who was going to win this years capture the flag game.

"Anya." Clarke stated, a single eyebrow lifting in warning.

"Clarke," Anya replied smugly, lowering her gun, "We didn't mean to crash your party."

"Why are you here?" Clarke deadpanned, not letting down her walls.

"Well I heard you were a counselor this year. Head counselor if I'm not mistaken? It's exciting news, when a strategy-prodigy gains her voice as a counselor. Us, Groundfielders, may actually have decent competition at capture the flag." Anya backhanded.

Clarke knew Anya was only testing to see how far she'd stretch. Clarke couldn't show Anya her deck quite yet; she had to keep her on her toes.

Without a second though, Clarke shot her paintball gun, hitting Anya in the shoulder. Anya gritted her teeth, "Foolish new comer," she said shaking her head, "Lincoln!" Anya hollered.

Octavia's target, Lincoln, suddenly snapped his gun into place on his shoulder, taking an expert shot at Clarke, who was in no reasonable distance, but the paintball hit her in the side all the same. Clarke let out a short gasp, the paintball hitting just below where her vest ended.

Quirking her lips to the side in a grimace, Clarke quickly took aim at the grounders that she had been keeping tabs on around her, hitting two of them square in the chest a few times sending them running home.

(Grounder count 2/10)

Octavia gaped at her target's marksmanship before lifting up her gun at the motion of Clarke starting a battle, sending a few paints towards Lincoln. Lincoln snapped his head around to face his attacker before firing a few shots, but not before Octavia could dive out of the way, and into the cover of a tree.

From behind the cover of the tree Octavia spotted a grounder in the cover of some bushes at the base of the mess hall building. She quickly fired off shots at the grounder and only let up shooting when she heard the annoyed grumble of the grounder heading back to camp, arms raised in defeat.

(Grounder count 3/10)

From behind the thick tree, Octavia heard Lincoln near her cover and come around the side. Thinking on her feet, Octavia quickly jumped up and caught hold of an overhead branch, silently she pulled herself up and positioned herself to fire down on her attacker.

Bellamy stood on the roof, sniping four unsuspecting grounders from over head, sending them each jogging off towards their own camp.

(Grounder count 7/10)

The sun was almost completely out of sight and with the sunset came a darkness that made it hard to see. Squinting, Bellamy walked forwards towards the action of the battle.

From above he spotted Clarke firing shots at Anya, narrowly missing the ones Anya shot back. Behind Clarke, Bellamy noticed a movement behind one of the trees. It couldn't have been Octavia, she was busy setting up an overhead attack on the so-called, Lincoln. The mysterious grounder that was sneaking up behind Clarke raised his gun at her, catching her completely unaware of his presence while she was busy with Anya.

Bellamy leaned over the side of the roof, trying to line up his shot for the grounder. However he was unsuspecting of the edge of the roof that was already underfoot. Bellamy attempted taking another step but ultimately failed and fell off the roof, landing on a bush with a loud groan.

A snicker came from the mysterious grounder as he pulled something from his pocket. oh. The grounders troublesome smile was barely visible in the dim light. hell. The grounder pulled out the small pin and sent the pocketed-item flying towards Clarke. no.

"Clarke!" Bellamy called, as he quickly dove towards her, knocking her to the ground, just before the paint grenade exploded. A huge dose of blue paint fell through the air and landed on the pair that had fallen to the ground.

Bellamy let out a huge laugh as he looked over to his partner in crime who lay coated in blue paint beside him.

Glancing up, Bellamy looked at the mysterious grounder who had thrown the paint grenade and now stood there repeatedly trying to trigger his paintball gun, witch had ran out of ammo and now was useless.

Reaching to his side Bellamy pulled out his paintball gun that had survived the fall, and fired a few shots at the grounder who huffed and stomped off back towards his own camp.

(Grounder count 8/10)

Octavia peered down the tree to where an unsuspecting Lincoln circled. He was directly under her now, this was her chance, she knew the close range shot would hurt so without a second thought dropped herself out of the tree.

Lincoln quickly looked up through his paintball mask, spotting his attacker but was quickly unarmed as she dragged him to the ground. Octavia pinned him to the ground, her arms restraining his, above his head, Octavia's long dark hair hanging down around her face.

Lincoln let out a huffed laugh before trying to maneuver his was out of Octavia's grip. But Octavia wasn't letting this guy go so easily, she moved herself to straddle him causing him to freeze his actions.

"I saw that killer long distance shot at Clarke, lets see if you're a robot or something," Octavia said with a smirk, as she lifted Lincoln's mask off of his face revealing his tanned skin and chiseled face. Octavia sucked in a breath.

Lincoln seeing his chance, now that his attacker's hands weren't restraining his own, used his arms to quickly roll the Cent over onto her back, putting himself on top.

Pulling himself up off the ground, he reached out his hand, "Lincoln, Link for short though, and defiantly not a robot."

Octavia took his hand as he helped her up, "Yeah, you're defiantly something else." She replied, before stripping away her own mask, "I'm Octavia,"

Link gave a slight nod and smile before turning and walking back towards his own camp.

Bellamy looked over to Clarke who lay drenched in blue beside him laughing. Around him the ground was coated in slippery blue paint that made him falter and slip trying to stand up, which only made Clarke laugh harder and in turn made him laugh as well.

Clarke did her best to wipe the blue off her face as she snickered, her eyes crinkling in hilarity as she took Bellamy's outstretched hand pulling her up.

Just outside the circle of blue paint Anya stood her face chilled and icy, "I think we've made our point," she started, causing both Bellamy and Clarke to stop laughing at each other's blue situation and look at her, "I look forward to the capture the flag game." Anya finished before stomping off towards her camp.

Turning back to each other the infamous duo broke into laughter yet again. "Blue is definitely your colour, Princess." Bellamy laughed out, smearing some more paint onto her.

Letting out a happy shriek, Clarke turned and tried to run away. But Bellamy quickly grabbed her waist from behind. Laughing he pulled her backwards towards himself, but the slippery painted ground posed more of a threat then previously thought, and Bellamy slipped to the ground, pulling Clarke along with him.

With a thud the two landed on the ground on top of each other, Clarke face to face with Bellamy. Clarke's laughter quickly stopped when she looked down at Bellamy underneath her, realizing their proximity.

Clarke's breath hitched in her throat as she caught Bellamy's eyes and his locked on hers. The look on his face was something she had only seen on a few occasions, his walls were completely down, all his cards were on the table. A blush rose in her cheeks, thankfully covered by blue paint.

Bellamy lay frozen on the ground, his eyes locked in on Clarke's. His heartbeat flew out of control, she was so close. The only thing preventing their faces from colliding was Clarke's hands that held her up against the ground on either side of his face.

Bellamy did his best to put on a smirk or a smile, anything onto his face, just to cover himself up, but he couldn't. No matter what he tried, he could never truly hide himself from Clarke. He was so close to Clarke, she was right there, close enough to-

Octavia was always one for timing. She came jogging up as though she wasn't cutting through the thick tension- filled air. "Good going guys! I call that a-" she paused taking in the scene in front of her, "win" she finished. "Why are you guys blue?"

Clarke, who had quickly snapped her attention to Octavia upon her arrival, let out a laugh that she'd been withholding, her embarrassment covered by blue paint. Rolling off of Bellamy to lie flat on the ground beside him.

Once free of Clarke's captivating presence, Bellamy forced out a laugh, which quickly grew real as he joined Clarke in laughter. He did his best not to look over to his side, for fear of getting locked in another trance with Clarke.

Octavia stood above the pair, looking over them, her smile ear to ear. They weren't on top of each other anymore, but she doubted they knew that they were still lying extremely close beside each other. She noticed the way Clarke's eyes would look everywhere, except for at Bellamy, as they lay on the ground in hushed laughter. And she noticed the way Bellamy's eyes would occasionally shift towards Clarke, then as if catching him self in a crime, looked away. Idiots.

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