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"Don't. You're hurt."
He didn't listen.
"Bellamy, I'm serious. You could die out there."
When he again showed no sign that he had heard her, she grabbed his arm and made him look at her.
"I know you wanna find that girl but you have to heal first."
"And tell me, will I be put back in that prison cell for that?" His stare was sharp and his voice sarcastic. The boy did not look happy.
She looked down, he knew the answer was yes. But even though he was a criminal, she didn't want to just let him die.
"Let me come with you."
~Two weeks earlier~
Clarke opened her eyes. Bright light shone through her fingers. When the light began to blind her vision less, she saw her mother kneeling beside her bed.
"Hey," she said in the same calm and reassuring voice she always had. "Wake up, we've found others."
Three days ago, Clarke and her mother Abby landed on earth on an Ark Station with a couple of others. Ever since they landed, they had been searching for other stations that had survived the drop, without much luck. Until now.
Clarke quickly got up and walked outside to see if she recognized one of the faces that walked into their newly-made camp. There were a couple of children, along with other people, and chancellor Kane. Abby took her small leadership responsibility very seriously and walked up to the man to talk to him first.
"Welcome to camp Jaha, chancellor."
Kane looked around while speaking. "Thelonius will always be the chancellor, I'm just a temporary replacement." He spoke. Abby thought about how they had to leave Thelonius behind because of his shot wound. It would've been a waste of space to let him board the ship, he himself had even said that, to Kane's disagreements. And even now, Kane still had blind faith that the previous chancellor would come to earth. Abby knew that he was never going to make it to earth alive by himself, but she didn't want to crush Kane's hope, so she just changed the subject.
"Do you need anything? Food? Medicine for wounded?"
"I'm looking for someone, don't mind us searching here."
Clarke stared at a reasonable distance at her mother, who was taken aback by the chancellor's statement.
"Of course we don't mind, search ahead, just don't bother the people by doing so."
And they did, they walked past her mother to start their apparent "mission" and searched every corner they saw.
Clarke felt disgusted. This was their camp. They had just set this up and she felt very proud of the result. Did they think they could just barge in here and disturb their privacy?
So she just went to explore. Clarke knew Abby didn't want her to go out there alone, but she just had to get out of the camp. After a three minute walk through the forest, she found a puddle and filled up her water stash. She was staring at her reflection in the water when she felt like she was being watched. At first, she didn't do anything and acted like she didn't notice. In the meantime, she slowly and secretly pulled a knife from her boot. Clarke's heart was pounding, but she needed to be fearless. When she felt like the stranger was close enough, she quickly turned around and held the knife to the strangers' throat. The "mysterious figure" turned out to be a boy, around her age, in a guard uniform with blood on it. He had black curly hair and deep brown eyes. The boy was clearly surprised by her actions, because his eyes widened and raised his hands.
"Are you a guard?!" She wanted to ask about the blood, but needed to get straight to the point.
"Calm down, princess, can you please get that knife away from me?"
"Answer. the question." She was stern, she wasn't a little girl anymore and needed to not take any risks.
The boy however, made a move within a second, in which he dismantled Clarke from her knife and pointed it at her.
"Look, no need for trouble, I'm just looking for someone inside." He continued.
"Who?"
"Octavia. Do you know her?"
Clarke knew almost everyone on the station, and didn't even recognize that name. "She's not in this camp." She stated, she still had a serious expression on her face as she saw his turn into worry and desperation. She waited to see what he was going to do, since there was still a knife pointed at her throat. But the boy didn't say anything.
"Who are you?" Clarke said to the stranger, who either didn't hear her, or decided to ignore her. Probably the last thing.
"I gotta go." He said, off minded. He threw the knife to the side, so Clarke couldn't reach it in time before he rushed away again. He stopped doing so to turn around to face Clarke once more.
"One last thing," he waited. "could you not tell anyone you saw me? Please?"
"Why not?"
"Because I could've killed you, but I didn't." And he with that, the stranger was gone.