9. Uneasy Agreement

Clarke's eyes dilated with horror. No matter how you would try to look at it, when someone enters you cell in the middle of the night with a knife in his or her hand it could only mean one thing. It meant that her life was in danger and that she had to fight to defend her life.

Clarke stood up and immediately went in guarding position as the small figure began approaching her. The person in question was mumbling the entire time, but she couldn't make it out what exactly in the beginning. However now that this person was coming closer she could hear her begging, trying to convince herself to be strong to slay her demons. Clarke wasn't sure exactly what this person was talking about, but she recognized the voice as a very young female, possibly a child. But why would a young child be here on this dangerous plant, more importantly in here cell with a knife in her hand?

Then she remembered what Octavia told her about the other kids around camp, how they were delinquents who were in the Sky Box before they were sent down here. This girl was probably the same, arrested for a small crime, but was put in the Sky Box and waited for her trial to see of her crimes would have been pardoned or not. Unfortunately for her, things ended with her coming down here unaware of all the dangers and risk the planet had to offer.

"I need to kill, then the nightmares will finally leave," the girl said, clutching the knife tighter in her hand. Clarke didn't have the chance to reply because the girl suddenly leaped and attacked her. Unprovoked, she liked to add, but now wasn't the time to think that. Clarke flung herself to the side, dodging the attack barely, and landed hard on the floor. Meanwhile the young girl crashed into the wall and almost lost the grip on the knife. She noticed this uncomfortable pain coming from her arm she had used to lessen her fall, but she tried not to think about possible injuries and instead looked up to see the girl once again standing up and turned in her direction. And before she had time to prepare herself, the young girl flung herself towards her and once again Clarke managed to dodge the attack, but like before she managed to do it only barely. The chains on her wrists tighten the more she moved around and she turned to see that she was very limited to how much she could move around in the cell. Her chain was connected to the wall and it was very long so she couldn't walk to the door without being pulled back and hurt herself in the process. Clarke cursed mentally to herself, about the whole predicament. How in the world was she going get out of this situation when she didn't have anything to defend herself with and when she didn't want to hurt the young girl despite her poor decisions? Whatever was going on with her, it wasn't really her she was fighting with. Clarke realized the one she was truly fighting with was herself and her nightmares. However if that was the case how was she going to help this girl without getting herself killed in the process?

He sensed there was something in the air. Whatever that something was, it kept him awake despite the tiredness and made it almost impossible to go back to sleep. He ran a exhausted hand through his hair and was for once glad that he didn't have a girl from his harem in his bed that night. After the day's event with the grounder and the princess haunting his mind, there was no way he wanted any other female company. Even though he knew her name, which he thought suited her very well since she seemed pretty knowledgeable, he still called her princess because it was his own nickname for her and though she wouldn't admit it he thought the name was starting to grow on her. Besides he thought it was kind of fun to annoy her with it. But the thing that worried him right now about the princess was that she had obviously done something with him that made him suddenly so uninterested in other women, though he didn't exactly know what since he had only met her twice and both times didn't leave any good impressions, yet here he was with his head filled with pictures of the beautiful and feisty princess.

He sat up and got out of his tent. There was no way he could stay in his tent any longer, not if it meant that he couldn't sleep and the only thing that was on his mind was his prisoner and enemy of the camp. So he just began walking aimlessly around camp, checking up with the guard posts and other leader duties. He made himself a couple of mental notes what needed to be done in the morning, but continued on and headed towards the drop ship. He wasn't sure why he was heading in that direction, but he told himself that he wanted to check up on Octavia, making sure she didn't try and slip away in the middle of the night to rescue the princess or try to see the grounder again. He was suspicious that his sister cared too much about the grounder to his liking, but there wasn't much he could do about it other trying to keep her away from him. Simple enough until his sister snapped at him and ran away because of it.

Bellamy sighed deeply by that thought. Just thinking about it caused his heart to break, but when he opened the door to the medical area he felt relief. Octavia was sleeping against the wall next to Monty while Jasper was lying on the stretcher breathing almost completely normal again. Bellamy had to admit it, he had been wrong about Jasper and that he had been a lost cause. Apparently based on what Octavia told them the princess didn't give up on saving his life despite the assumption that he wouldn't make it, though he didn't know why she did what she did, but he was grateful. However he didn't believe that the princess had the guts to make the tough decisions when it came down to it. From what he had seen and heard she wouldn't hurt or take a life, even if her life was in danger, but by doing so she appears as someone who could never make a hard decision when the situation called for it. That made her weak in his opinion.

She was starting to grow exhausted from all the dodging and running away. Her breathing was uneven and her throat felt as dry as sandpaper. It had been sometime since she had last been in fight and her body showed exactly that since she was already this tired. The girl was also starting to grow tired, but her determination to kill her or what the girl interpreted as her demon was only getting stronger from each failed attack. Clarke was at a great disadvantage with limited placed to go, no weapon and her chains starting to feel like she was carrying around rocks that slowed her immensely down. What was she supposed to do?

The girl leaped once again, but this time Clarke didn't get the chance to dodge instead caught the girl in her arms and they both fell down on the floor. Clarke opened her eyes and stared at the tiny girl with a pale skin, dark blond hair that was pulled back and brown eyes. The girl still had the determined expression on her face, but Clarke noticed now closed-up that she also expressed worry and scared. Clarke was about to say something, but the knife was pressed against her throat. She felt a sharp sting and then felt something streaming down her neck. The most obvious assumption was that the girl cut her and now blood was streaming down her throat, but despite the sight the girl didn't snap out of her nightmare.

"You need to wake up," Clarke begged. She forced her hands up and tried to pull the knife away from her throat, but the girl kept on pushing back. "Please wake up."

"Need to slay my demons when I'm awake, then they won't be there to get me in my dreams," the girl whimpered.

Clarke was shocked by her confession. Whoever gave her that advice had obviously not thought it through, because it could be interpreted as an encouragement to kill innocent people. This girl couldn't go around killing people just to make herself feel better, but she couldn't honestly blame her for wanting to get rid of her demons since she too had demons she was afraid to face. Still it wasn't too late for this girl to get over her fears and start over despite the scary situation she was caught in the middle of.

"You are wrong!" Clarke exclaimed. "Did you stop to think about what you are doing for a second? Look at me!"

Clarke was being forceful, but right now she didn't care because this girl needed to understand the grave actions she was going to do. Which was why when the girl showed hesitation Clarke took the opportunity to flip them over so that she was hovering over the girl and quickly disabled the knife out of her hands and threw it away.

"You can't just try and kill someone to make yourself feel better," Clarke said wearily. She didn't realize how exhausted she was emotionally, but she shrugged it off thinking that she would deal with it later. "I don't know what you have been through, but murder isn't the answer you seek. Killing doesn't make it any better instead you will have to carry the guilt with you for the rest of your life. And trust me, it isn't worth it."

Her words were filled with truth because she has carried the guilt for the deaths that she had caused for a long time now and it didn't get easier. She regretted what she did in the past and knew that she couldn't change it, so instead she was determined to never kill in cold blood again. Otherwise she would lose herself entirely and this time she wasn't sure she could survive it again.

"I-I'm sorry," the girl whimpered. Tears was building up in her eyes and before Clarke realized what was happening. The girl plunged her arms around her neck and began sobbing heavily. Clarke waited for a moment before she stroked the girl's back, comforting her and whispered reassuring words in her ear.

It was then the door opened once again, but this time it was Bellamy standing there with a confused and agitated face expression.

"What happened?" Bellamy exclaimed. "Charlotte, what are you doing in here? You are supposed to be in your tent asleep."

Then he noticed the state of the situation, Clarke with a bloody neck, a distraught Charlotte wrapped around her neck and a bloody knife a few feet away from them. Clarke wondered if he understood the situation, but he immediately assumed the worst and that she had been the culprit in this mess.

"What happened, Princess?" Bellamy said intimidating. "Did she try and hurt you, Charlotte?"

"No!" Charlotte confessed, denying Clarke's involvement. "You got it all wrong. I tried to kill her."

Bellamy looked shocked and was completely lost for words. However despite not asking the question himself, Charlotte continued on explaining everything how she had taken his advice and everything that lead up to this point. Clarke was surprised to find out it had been Bellamy who had given Charlotte the advice, but she was certain based on his expression that he had not been literal with the advice when he told her. In Clarke's eyes what happened had been a human error on both sides, but that didn't mean that Charlotte should go unpunished. She needed to truly understand the consequences of her actions and appreciate human life. Which was why Clarke turned to Bellamy and asked bluntly, "Can I come with a suggestion? I have an idea how to punish her and make her understand the consequences of her actions, but in order to do so you need to let me go."

Bellamy thought like she was joking for a second before he sniggered and asked why in the world he was going to do that. Then he came up with the reasons that they were enemies and he wouldn't trust her with anything. Luckily for Clarke, she had already argument for him to agree with her suggestion.

"How about this then, you can come along and stay in the background," Clarke reasoned. "That way you can make sure I don't run and that Charlotte remain safe and unharmed. And if I try to do something you disagree with then you can kill me and then you don't have to consider what to do with me any longer. Problem solved."

Bellamy was quiet for a moment, thinking it over carefully before he nodded and said, "Fine. We try your way, but if you try and do something then the deal is off. And I won't hesitate to kill you."

"That's fine," Clarke agreed calmly. "Is in the morning good enough for you?"

"Perfect," Bellamy replied. His eyes never left hers. "But remember Princess, I still don't trust you. So don't think that just because I allow this that we are friends, allies or anything else."

Clarke nodded and continued to glare at him. Honestly, she couldn't even imagine them being friends or anything else in close future or any future at all, but she had learned over time that things happens beyond her control. And if that happened then she was just to accept it and hope for the best.

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