It's been two weeks since we left Arkville and I've got to say I don't really miss my hometown. Being here with Clarke is worth it. Sure, we don't have any privacy and we are in a prison more so than before, but we are together and she's happy. How could I not do this for her? I haven't been able to check in on O, but I do know she's safe as well. Lincoln, who is still undercover, came to visit mostly because he is one of the guys who Kane knows would beat me in a fight. Kane is still trying to show who has power here. Lincoln told me about O. They came up with a safe way to keep in touch. He even gave me a letter from her; of course everyone here thinks that it was an invitation to the town festival.
"You want to go." Clarke says it as a statement rather than question. She's looking over my shoulder at the letter in my hand. I haven't even told her the truth about the letter.
"Kind of." I lie, "I just miss my old life and friends sometimes, you know?" I welcome the squeeze she gives me and lean back against her.
"I get it." She lets out a puff of air. "I guess it might like to know that we're moving then."
"Really?" I turn around to face her.
"Yes, Cage gave me the heads up this morning. You would have known if you hadn't skipped breakfast." She gives me a knowing look. We haven't really talked about everything yet. It's better left in the past. She doesn't need to know that I plan to take down her entire family even if it means killing them.
"Where are we going?" I ask her even though I already know the answer.
"Arkville. We'll go to your place." She answers and then starts to pull our luggage out from under the bed where most of our belongings have remained. Neither of us has really unpacked seeing how we either win Kane over and he sends us somewhere or we stay here to die.
"You do know what they say about going home don't you?" I ask her with a sad expression.
"That it's filled with funnel cake?" She laughs and taps her finger on the invitation to the festival. It starts tonight.
"That may be true, but I meant the darker answer like you never can." I say feeling glum.
"Don't be Mr. Grouchy. We're free to have fun again. When's the last time we did something, just the two of us?" She asks and it hits me that we still haven't really gone out to do something together.
"You're right, my Princess. Now, let's get ready for your ball." I grab her hand and twirl her hand deciding to let her excitement fill me.
A knock at the door pulls me out of it and I go pull the door open to see Kane smiling in his creepy way.
"Bellamy may I have a word?" He asks in a way that I know means you better say yes or the next thing you'll see is dirt from six feet under.
"Yeah," I turn to Clarke. "See you in a bit."
She nods her head and tries not to look terrified. If I didn't know her as well as I did I would believe her slight smile, but instead I see her fear and anger.
I follow Kane down to his hidden office and take a seat in the plush couch by his desk. I don't miss the blood stains on the ground near the metal chair in the back of the room or the faint odor of chemicals in the air. Kane is watching me closely I'm sure to see my reaction.
"You know, you didn't have to redecorate just for me." I say waving my hand towards the bloody floor and chair.
"You're humor is going to get you killed one day."
"So I've been told. But, for now it isn't so what do you need."
"Well, as I'm sure Clarke has told you, you're going back to Arkville. Abby misses her daughter and it's time that you make your keep."
"Yes, you want me to get back in with Nyko."
"Correct. I've spoken with him and he's offering you your position back."
"That easy? Man I should have run away a long time ago." Sarcasm drips from my words.
"Careful boy." He hisses. "You better remember everything that I've done for you."
"What? Like kill my father? Threaten my girlfriend, sister, unborn child? Yes, thank you." That's what I want to say instead I just nod my head.
"Good. Now, Nyko will have a test for you to get back in."
"What is it?"
"He'll explain it to you, but I will say you better take a knife with you. Or do you prefer guns?" He holds out a platter as if he is offering me fancy cheese rather than weapons.
"I have my own equipment."
"Very well. Now, get ready to leave. And if I call, answer." He chucks a burner cell at me with such speed that I barely catch it.