Chapter Thirteen

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"Bellamy," Arlean stood behind him.

He tightened his grip on the bow and arrow in his hand and pulled back the string, making it taut. He breathed out and let the arrow fly. It missed the target by at least five inches.

"Damnit."

"You're pulling too much to the left side."

Arlean stepped closer, and placed a hand on Bellamy's arm.

"Like this," She whispered tracing his hands on the bow. He relaxed under her grip and pulled back the string.

"Exhale," she murmured, "And release."

Bellamy let go of the string and the arrow flew, straight and true into the center of the tree.

"See? Its not that hard," Arlean told him; a hint of a smile in her voice.

"No," Bellamy agreed. "Its not."

They stood for a moment, close to eachother, sharing the warmth until Bellamy broke the silence and whispered, "Would you kill me if I did this?"

"Did what?"

"This," Bellamy answered and leaned in and kissed Arlean.

She hesitated for a second and then returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she broke away, yanked the bow from Bellamy's grasp, fitted an arrow to it and fired off a shot, landing in the center of the tree.

"You've still got a way to go, before you're better than me." She told him with a smirk, handing the bow back to him. "I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be back."

He watched her retreating figure, and incredulously shook his head. She was something.

Bellamy fired off a couple other shots, the walked to the tree, collected his arrows and headed back to the camp.

No sooner than he'd stepped foot into the camp, did he sense something was wrong. All eyes turned towards him and then Clark's voice rang out. "Him too. He was most likely involved in it."

That's all it took for multiple of the 100 to grab his arms and restrain him. He thrashed around, "What are you doing?" He yelled.

"To the drop ship," Clark commanded. "Put him with her."

Bellamy caught a glance of Octavia through the crowd, clutching onto Terran with both hands.

"I don't understand, what's going on?" Bellamy asked as they pushed him up the ladder and into the upper floor of the drop ship.

"Just shut up," one of them said, leading Bellamy over to the opposite side. They secured his wrists with crudely fastened restraints.

Then they left, going down the ladder and slamming the door shut. Bellamy yanked on the restraints, but they didn't budge.

"Bellamy?"

"Arlean?" He jerked his head around and glimpsed Arlean. How had he missed her before?

"Are you okay? What's going on?"

Arlean grunted and stepped forward into of the light. Bellamy growled as he saw the bruises forming across her face.

"Clark's convinced them that I was the one who attacked and tried to kill Wells."

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