From the Ashes

6

"'Blossoming into a badass
Women
With more faith, than fear'"

- Unknown

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"Wells been found outside of camp," Kage rushed out, as he swept up the ladder, with a fear stricken expression.

"What do you mean?" Harvey questioned, as she stood up, slightly leaning onto the wall beside her.

Within her grasp was a metal rod that Kage had found within the dropship, he managed to manipulate the end bit to curse, so it could be a handle. Whilst on the sides at the bottom are sharp pieces of metal, saying that the girl needed something to help her survive that wasn't just her sharp tongue.

"He's- he's," Kage was lost for words, as Clarke turned towards him, her eyes reading him- as a single tear cascaded down her face.

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Bear had never feared death, but she knew that she had sinned so much that when she would die, she'd be welcomed into hell with open arms.

She understood that death wasn't kind. Bear had seen it once before, taking people who were far too young, far to good.
All that flashed before her eyes, every time she closed her eyes, was the sweet smile of the innocent boy. He didn't deserve to die, she declared him to be the least greedy, the least rude.
Wells was comfort in a boy who got put into a mold to early in his life that he never understood how it felt to walk without the fear of not looking over your shoulder.

Death is the end of a chapter.

Listening to the rumple of metal echoing across the quiet room, she watched in solemn sadness as Clarke's blonde head popped up at the entrance to their declared level. Her face was not tear strained, her hair not ripped in areas from her hands throwing fits of anger.

No, that wasn't Clarke, she was the type of girl to hold it all on my shoulders - and no where else.

"Clarke?" Harvey's voice mumbled, an almost whisper.

"Can you help me?" The blonde ask, moving to sit infront of Bear, with her wrist propped on her knees,"I- I want to get rid of this."

Bears eyes widened,"I thought-"

"What I thought was wrong, Harvey," Clarke voice came out harsh,"get rid of it."

It was more an order, then a request, and Bear knew if she did it- there could be a possibility that Clarke would lash out on her later about letting her stupidity get rid of the one thing keeping her grounded.

Grabbing the rob, she propped one of the sharp ends underneath it, scarlet liquified around Clarke's wrist from where the spear had accidentally scratched against her skin. Putting soft pressure on it, they listened to the soft popping noise of the locking system within.

They both watched as it clunked to the floor, somehow, the bolts within where still a vibrant blue- as if it were still attached to the body. Around the spikes, clashes different shades of red from the blood that softly dropped from Clarke's wrist.

Bear tore a piece of her sleeve off, and tied it around the other girls wrist. Her skin slightly tingled, when her fingers softly grazed across the others.