Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

The Calm

"TOM PUT THAT DOWN, YOU'RE GONNA CUT YOUR DICK OFF!" I watch in slight amusement and anger as Tom swings around one of the swords he stole from me in a big circle. People are standing next to him laughing and pointing, and I can see Em watching with a disapproving gaze,

"One second Kat, this thing is so cool!" he shouts back, pointing the thing at a fellow camper,

"Well it won't be cool when you slice your leg open and are one of the first people killed when the grounders get here," I point out, and his face goes serious as his arms go slack, the tip of the sword digging into the ground,

"Why are you so pissy today?" he wonders, handing me back the sword. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my grimy face,

"It's been a long week, I'm sorry," I apologize and he gives me a lopsided grin,

"Your fine, I get it... I'm still hoping my mom will come down with the rest of the Ark. I know everyone thinks they're dead, but my mom's a survivor...She's selfish enough to find a way to survive," I don't say anything, only nod my head in response.

I give the boy a small smile, and turn around to walk away, trying to push away the images of Kane that begin to flood my brain.. I've been so busy the last few days I don't think it's really set in that he's gone. I still hold hope that maybe he wasn't on the ship, but I know that hope only leads to disappointment, and I've have enough disappointment in my life.

I spot Murphy and Octavia in the meat shop, and I begin to make my way over there,

"You don't want the fire too big, so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves," she's instructing Del, a boy who got arrested for stealing from a guard,

"You get that from your boyfriend, grounder pounder?" he drawls, and I start forward, anger filling my stomach,

"She's right," Murphy cuts in, "A hot fire isn't going to preserve the meat as well,"

"You can't take the heat, get out of the smokehouse. You should be kissing our asses for letting you back in this camp. Just keep working," he snaps before turning to leave the small wooden meat shack. I stand in his way with my arms over my chest, giving him the most venomous look I can muster,

"You should be kissing my ass for not killing you right now," I snarl, and he stops dead, looking me up and down cockily,

"Why don't you come back to my tent and I can make that happen?" he sneers, and I almost barf at the words.

I don't hesitate before bringing my fist up and punching him square in the face. I hear a bone crack, and he stumbles backwards, his hands flying up to his bleeding nose,

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE!!" he exclaims, and I see tears blossom in his eyes. I laugh,

"You're a dick," I turn back around, looking at Murphy,

"If anyone gives you any more problems, tell me and I'll take care of it. That goes for you too Octavia," I smile at her, and she looks behind me at the crying boy, laughing,

"Nice shot," she giggles and my smile widens,

"Why thank you," I mock bow before walking off in the direction of the woods, in search of either Clarke or Bellamy to tell them not to help the bleeding boy.

I find both him and Clarke together on their way into camp, and I run up to them,

"So I might've broken a guys nose, but I don't fix it he-"

"FIRE!" I turn around to see people running in our direction, and I look to see bright flames shooting up into the sky from the direction of the meat shack. We all sprint towards the flames, and Bellamy runs forward to cradle Octavia in his arms,