Feigning The Connection
Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.
A/N: Finally! I have this up! Again I was amazed by the amount of love I received from the previous to parts. I can’t thank you all enough. For some reason, I had a real hard time writing this part and i’m not even sure why, because episode four is like one of my favourite episodes. It’s where (I believe) the show starts really picking up.
ALSO, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.
Based off of: The 100 01X03 and 01x04
Pairing: Bellamy x Reader
Warnings: hanging. torturing of a sort.
“Y/N?” Kane asked, stepping down the steps towards the wall of the children’s trackers. Turning, Abby let her gaze fall on Kane and looking back, she found you and your name, shaking her head.
“She went silent a day ago.” Abby explained, her eyes drifting once again towards Clarke. Luckily, for her, Clarke was still lit up and her vitals were fine other than the small problems, but nothing major. Looking back at Kane, and the small gesture of disappointment and fear, which was unusual for Kane, she winced.
It was odd to see such a vulnerable look upon his face, but knowing better Abby didn’t ask only tried to reassure, which is what she did best. “Doesn’t mean anything serious. We lost a lot of kids, I figure they’re just taking them off.”
“There’s no way to prove your theory. You have ten days, it’s been half and so far we’ve seen nothing.” Kane’s eyes turned to Abby, dark in anger and authority. Abby took it all in a stride. With a confident look, she shook her head; “I will prove to you that the earth is sustainable and that Y/N is alive.”
“Or you’re killing ten more people that could’ve been saved.” Kane argued, but Abby didn’t miss the way his eyes fell on your name and with a solemn look shook his head. He knew, this wasn’t the time to worry when there was so much more at stake. He made the choice. He helped send you down as if you were nothing, he had no right to feel guilty.
“Or I am saving thousands of lives.”
“Hold him down.” Clarke ordered, rushing forward you helped Wells and Finn hold Jasper down as Clarke prepared herself to cut away the infected skin on Jasper. Taking a deep breath you watch Clarke mentally steel herself for something you figured she’d probably never had to do before.
“I’m not gonna like this, am I?” Monty’s worried voice echoed and with a soft apologetic look his way, you shook your head. Clarke placed the hot knife against Jasper’s skin and almost immediately he begin struggling. Grunting you pressed down harder against his legs, trying to gain control of him.
“Hold him down!” Clarke ordered loudly, “we are.” You shot back. “I need to cut away the infected flesh.” She responded, your eyes flickered over to Jasper who eyes looked as if they were at the back of his head and his head fell to the side. Panicking, you watched helpless as Clarke pressed her two fingers against his neck, searching for a pulse.
“Stop it. You’re killing him!” Octavia screamed, running next to Clarke. You shook your head, “she’s trying to save him.” You defended.
“She can’t.” Bellamy suddenly spoke, you hadn’t even known he’d followed Octavia in. Knowing that whatever he wanted, was probably not good, you turned your head and finally letting go of Jasper as you stood up defensively. Despite your moment the other night, you still didn’t completely trust him when around Jasper.
“We didn’t drag him miles across the forest, just to let him die.” You defended, standing up straight next to Bellamy. Bellamy glanced at you briefly before turning to Wells who had straightened up to block Bellamy from Jasper. You were appreciative of him, knowing despite your falsely placed confidence, you wouldn’t be able to stop Bellamy.
“Kid’s a goner.” Bellamy deadpanned; “if you can’t see that, you’re deluded. He’s making people crazy.” He snapped.
Without turning to him, Clarke looked up at nothing and growled. “Sorry if Jasper’s an inconvenience for you, but this isn’t the Ark. Down here, every life matters.”
“Take a look at him. He’s a lost cause.” Silence was his only response and looking around you couldn’t believe your eyes, stepping forward you walked up to Bellamy. You ignored the fact that he towered over you and pressed a finger against his chest. You wouldn’t believe he was a goner, never. “Jasper isn’t a lost cause. Not to me. Not to anyone here but you.” You sent him a nasty look. He glared down at you, sighing desperately when he knew you wouldn’t back down.
Turning you looked at Clarke expectantly. “I’ve spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say theres hope, there’s hope.” She finally answered, reassuringly nodding at you. You smiled, turning to Bellamy with a confident look.
“This isn’t about hope, it’s about guts. You don’t have the guts to make hard decisions, I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, i’ll kill him tomorrow.” Bellamy warned, shooting one last glance at you, he headed towards the ladder.
“Octavia, let’s go.” You let your eyes fall on Octavia who kept her eyes on the ground, “i’m staying here.” She responded, idly helping prepare the bandages. Shocked and insulted, Bellamy’s eyes filtered around you all before shaking his head and heading down the ladder.
“Power-hungry, self-serving, jackass. Doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” Monty spat, shaking his head. When he looked up, he caught the eye of Octavia and faltered. “No offence.” She shook her head, continuing playing around with the bandages in her hand.
“Yeah. Bellamy is all that. But he also happened to be right.” Scoffing at Finn’s words, you headed towards the ladder catching the attention of the rest.
“Y/N, where are you going?”
“i’ll talk to him.” Was all you said as you climbed down the ladder, catching sight of Bellamy exiting the drop-ship, you jogged over to him. “Bellamy!” You called, reaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder. He stopped, freezing, before slowly turning to you.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He smiled cockily down at you.
“What exactly is your issue?” You asked, all riled up. He raised a eyebrow, as if to ask you to explain further. “That’s a boys life up there, and because he’s too noisy you want to kill him?”
“I don’t want to kill him because he’s annoying. I want to kill him because his last chance was at that tree. He’s a goner.” He responded, shaking his head. You jerked your head back, appalled by his answer.
“You don’t want to even give him a chance?” You asked incredulously. “Jesus Bellamy, do you have no heart?” He didn’t respond, frozen by your question as you stared at him expectantly.
“I have a heart. Just not for someone who’s clearly already dead.” There was a look in his eyes, a look you couldn’t read. It was as if he was trying to tell you something, but you just couldn’t understand. You both stared at each other, clear eye contact, when you were both interrupted when Atom called his name, signalling Bellamy towards him. Bellamy looked at you again, before sighing and heading towards Atom.
You watched them converse, upset by the conversation. You didn’t know much about Bellamy, but there was just something about him, something that he wasn’t telling you all. You don’t know what made him act like a complete jerk constantly but you didn’t care anymore. He confused you and the way you felt around him. He was rude and you just couldn’t seem to hate him for it. You wished you could only learn more about him, he was a mystery.
You watched as he headed towards the wall that had slowly been being built, his eyes falling on you one final time before turning and leaving camp. You sighed, turning back towards the drop-shit.
“Murphy’s going to kill Jasper!” Monty yelled, shooting up from your position you shared a look with Octavia before the both of you shot up. Monty managed to shut the door before Murphy could get up, and panting he yelled; “the locks on the other side of the door.”
“Don’t let him in!” Octavia yelled.
“I’m gonna kill him, okay? Let me in!” Murphy yelled from the other side of the door. “Let me in! Monty, uh, let me in!” You ran over to Monty as he sat on top of the trap door, helplessly you held the bar with your own hands, trying to help keep the door closed.
“No rush! We’re fine!” You yelled, waiting for Octavia to break the pole from the drop-ship.
“I got it!” Octavia yelled, ripping the bar from the wall of the drop-ship. She ran over to the two of you, and moving your hands you helped shove it under the handle of the door, effectively locking Murphy out. You pushed on it again, keeping it trapped.
“Open this hatch right now!” Murphy screamed. Panting, you looked up at Monty and Octavia in panic. Frantically you looked at the both of them, worry and panic evident in your gaze. “What are we going to do?” You whispered in a rush, even though the door was clearly blocked, you held fast on the handles, hands shaking.
“I don’t know.” Octavia panted, shaking her head. Her gaze fell on Jasper and she, clearly distressed, sighed.
“We keep him out.” Monty answered.
“i know that-”
“Is that Y/N?” You spoke a little too loud, and cursing, apparently Murphy had heard you. You already didn’t get along with the guy and him knowing you were here wasn’t good. You shook your head, distress but still snarking back; “Yeah, Murphy, it’s me. And you’re just plain stupid if you think I am gonna let you in here.” You spoke, speaking just loud enough that he could hear you. Monty sent a grateful look your way, and you smiled.
“We’ve got to get to Jasper.” You heard Clarke whisper to Finn, walking slightly behind Octavia you looked around for Bellamy and the others who slowly begin walking in. They were holding something that looked oddly like a body. You felt yourself freeze as Clarke and Finn passed you and Octavia kept walking.
All your eyes could focus on was the body that Bellamy had laid down in horror. Keeping your eye on Bellamy, you tried to gain his attention as he told someone to get Clarke whatever she needed. You could only watch as Wells walked up to him and shared a conversation you couldn’t hear, walking closer you absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear in anticipation.
Octavia walked further and you reached out to grab her, missing her by a slim. “Octavia, just stay there. Please, stay there.” Bellamy pleaded. Grabbing her wrists, he tried to keep her back but frustratedly she pushed him away; “stop.” She ordered, pushing past him.
Octavia kneeled down next to the body, peeling the jacket that had been covering it before. You gasped, holding your hands to your mouth as you stared in shock at the body. “Atom…” Octavia whispered.
“There’s nothing I could do-”
“Don’t.” Octavia ordered, holding up her hand. Bellamy faltered, clearly distressed. You stood back, feeling as if there was something you didn’t quite understand.
Shaking her head and biting her lip to keep from crying, Octavia placed the jacket back over Atom’s face, before standing up. Bellamy was quick to step in front of her; “O- O, please.” He begged, his voice cracking ever so slightly.
“Don’t.” Was all she said, shoving past him.
Murphy walked up to him and you stared back at Octavia who followed Clarke and Finn into the drop-ship, you debated whether or not you should follow them or stay out here. “Lose anyone here?” Bellamy asked, sniffing slightly.
“No.” Was all he said, and you glared at the back of his head.
“Still breathing. Barely. I tried to take him out but freak over there and you’re psycho little-” Murphy never had the chance to finish his sentence as Bellamy grabbed him, shoving him away harshly. “Bellamy!” Murphy tried, only to be pushed and shoved again.
“Who? Who?” He yelled, his voice coming out threateningly as he stared Murphy down. Your eyes widened, shocked that Bellamy was actually defending someone other than himself, but then again this was his sister. Every motive of his made sense, you guessed you just never figured him that protective.
Murphy took a deep breath, calming himself; “your little sister.” Murphy shoved Bellamy.
“Yeah that’s right. My little sister.” Bellamy turned towards you and you felt yourself freeze when his haunting gaze fell on you. He said nothing but turned back to Murphy and stepped threateningly towards him, his piercing gaze falling on Murphy as said boy gulped. “Have anything else you want to say?”
“Nothing.” Bellamy took deep breaths, his huffs quiet and frantic. He stepped back away from Murphy, turning back to Atom and his followers; “get him away from here.” You walked up to the body of Atom yourself, wanting to be at least a little bit helpful. You froze when you saw Murphy make his way towards Atom, and looking around you realized it was only the two of you.
You leaned down, placing your hand against Atom’s jacket clothed face. You didn’t know him well, but knew he was kind and didn’t deserve something like this. You also didn’t deal with death well. “Sad over pretty boy?” Murphy taunted. Opening your eyes slowly, you took a deep breath to remain calm and looked up to glare at him.
“Don’t you care someone died, Murphy?”
“Why should I? The guy was dumb.” He shrugged, standing up you went to walk up to him. What he was saying was just wrong and Atom definitely didn’t deserve it, your eyes glittered to Octavia who you knew was in the drop-ship and as someone who may have only just started to get close with, you felt it your duty to stand up for her and Atom. You’d heard of their relationship. And if she wasn’t here to do it herself, you were more than willing to take her place.
“He was a human, Murphy. Just like you.” You let your eyes wander over him, and raising a brow you spat; “but… maybe a better one. Just like Jasper. I heard Clarke got what she needed, no need to kill him now huh?”
He glared at you and you smirked at him. “Y/N!” Jumping slightly, you turned to the direction of the voice finding Bellamy making his way over to you. “Get on, i’ll help Murphy.” He ordered, you didn’t fight him and letting one last glance at Murphy walked off.
“Hey!” Snapping your head up, you turned to Murphy, sighing annoyed when you saw him storming his way over to a boy. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your own post before you heard Murphy continue; “you think the grounders are just gonna sit around and wait for us to finish the wall? Maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you, huh?”
Irritated, you dropped your log and stormed over to Murphy. Standing in front of the boy you barely knew anything about, you glared up at Murphy. Everything about this boy annoyed the hell out of you, he was just rude. “Back off, Murphy.” You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.
He opened his mouth to say something but the boy behind you beat him to it, “I just need some water okay? Then i’ll be fine.”
“Murphy, get this guy some water.” Bellamy walked up, ordering Murphy you let your eyes fall on him before shaking your head. “Hey, you got this?” He asked referring to Charlotte, you let your eyes fall on her, the first time you’d ever really noticed. In your head, you wondered how anyone could ever send such a small child down here to die.
You went to glare at Bellamy, confused as to why he was making her do such heavy work, but before she could reach it he blocked her path and smiled up at her. You gaped openly, shocked at seeing such a bright and kind smile on his face. You’d never seen him act so… relaxed before. “Hey, I was just kidding.” He joked.
He lifted it up, and jumping up you ran ahead of him, helping him with the log. He turned to you, shocked but smiled gratefully and bashfully you smiled back. “Didn’t even know you could smile and mean it.” You teased, smiling confidently when you turned back to look at Bellamy.
“It’s only for reserved people.” He smirked. You gasped, helping him set down the log and hold a hand against your mouth, feigning a gasp. “I’m hurt.” You acted offended, laughing with him when he rolled his eyes. You felt at ease, which confused you as you’ve never had such a peaceful conversation with Bellamy before. And suddenly, looking up at him, you realized that you were enjoying yourself for the first time since landing on earth.
“Well, maybe one day you’ll be on that list sweetheart.” He teased, before turning. You watched his back, laughing to himself; “what does one girl need to do to get on Bellamy Blake’s list?” You called after him, laughing quietly to yourself. Your smile grew when he turned back ever so slightly, and smirked your way.
“Continue, and you just may see.”
“This knife was made of metal from the drop-ship.” Clarke spat, staring at the knife in her hands. You looked up from the table, the mood dark and you took a look at the new and better Jasper. Though this was no time to smile, you were happy he was doing better and sent a small, encouraging smile his way.
“What do you mean?” Jasper asked, frightened.
“Who else knows about this?” Bellamy asked.
“No one, we brought it straight here.” Shaking your head, you bounced your knee, a nervous tick and shook your head repeatedly. This was bad. “Clarke?” You asked, hesitantly, your voice coming just above a whisper.
“It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells, it was one of us.”
“So there’s a murdered in camp?” Jasper shaken voice echoed out. Your own eyes widened and looking over at the rest, you tried to stop the shaking in your hand. You could deal with the grounders, you’d never trusted them and you knew that as long as you were in these walls you were at least a bit safe. But someone being a murderer in camp, you felt your blood grow cold.
“There’s more than one murderer in this camp.” Bellamy quickly spoke. “This isn’t news, we need to keep it quiet.”
“So a murderer can run loose?” You asked, turning questioningly on Bellamy but his gaze was somewhere else as Clarke stormed forward towards the exit of the tent.
“Get out of my way Bellamy.” Clarke warned.
“Be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved– the walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.” Bellamy explained, you furrowed your brow; “oh, you mean good for you? What keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?”
Bellamy turned to you; “yeah that’s it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall. And besides what are you gonna do- just walk out there and ask for the killer to just step forward.” Bellamy’s eyes fell back on Clarke, a questioning tone in his eyes. You watched with anticipation as Clarke shook her head. “You don’t even know who’s knife that is.”
“Oh really?” Clarke spat, raising the knife she pointed towards Clarke. “J. M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.” Your heart quickened, and your hand began to shake more violently. You took a stepped forward, shocked as you caught a glance at the initials, ‘J. M.’
Clarke shoved past Bellamy, you quickly followed behind her, anxious to see what would happen. Running after Clarke, you tried to stop her but fell too short when she shoved Murphy; “You son of a bitch!”
“What is your problem?” He chuckled. You bounced your knee again, a nervous tick, and bit your lip in anxiousness as you tried to ignore the way your hand shook. You could feel your breath quicken erratically.
“Recognize this?” Clarke asked, her voice cracking as she held up Murphy’s knife for him to see.
“It’s my knife, where’d you find it?” Murphy asked, reaching forward to grabbed it but Clarke pulled her hand away before he could. “Where you dropped it after you killed Wells!” Clarke responded, shaking.
You stared with hesitation, wanting to step forward and do something but knowing nothing would go well if you tried. You could feel your heart against your chest but no part of you felt bad for him, as you stared at his cocky face. Murphy was the least bit kind to you or to anyone.
“Where I what?” Murphy spat, stepping forward he loomed over her. “The grounders killed Wes, not me.”
“I know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.”
“Really?” Murphy smirked, “Bellamy, you believe all this crap?” Shaking your head, you ignored your shaking hand and stepped forward; “and why shouldn’t he?” You asked, finally speaking up. All gazes fell on you and you stared confidently over at Murphy. Despite the fact that this was all too much for you, you didn’t feel bad for Murphy. If he killed Wells, then he deserves to pay just a little bit.
“You threatened to kill him, we all heard you.” Clarke yelled. “You hated Wells.”
“Plenty of people hated Wells.” Murphy defended. “His father was the chancellor, that locked us up!”
“Yeah and you’re the only one who got into a fight to kill him!” Clarke interrupted, her voice raising.
“Yeah, I didn’t kill him then either.”
“Tried to kill Jasper too.” You spat.
“What?” Jasper whispered, just loud enough you could hear. You sent an apologetic look his way.
“C’mon this is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer to you, I don’t have to answer to anyone!” Murphy yelled, shrugging his shoulders in anticipation.
“Come again?” Bellamy asked. Silence echoed his statement, you let your eyes wander around as Murphy thought of his next move. With a slight voice crack and taking a hesitant step forward, Murphy tried to defend himself; “Bellamy, look, I am tell you man. I didn’t do this.”
“They found his fingers next to your knife.” He shook his head.
“Is this the kind of society we want?” Clarke spoke again, “you say there should be no rules. Does that mean we can kill each other? Without- without punishment?”
“I already told you I didn’t kill anybody!”
“He does deserve some kind of punishment.” You interrupted, your gaze falling on Murphy threateningly, “but at what price?” You felt the mood thicken and you worried that everyone would take this out of proportion. You wanted Murphy to pay, but as you stared at the blood-lust eyes around you, you didn’t want him to die by death.
“I say we float him!” The guy from before yelled. Your eyes widened and you snapped your gaze over to him, with a baffled gaze you shook your head. “What?!” You yelled, “how the hell is that fair?”
“Yeah! We float him!” A bunch of voices echoed, your eyes widened and your breath quickened again as you stared fearfully around the crowd before you. You thought Murphy deserved a punishment, but you couldn’t believe everyone else.
“That’s not what i’m saying!” Clarke tried to explain, but no one listened carefully enough to care.
“Why not? He deserves to float.” The boy said again. You shook your head, not believing what you were hearing. “It’s justice.”
“Revenge isn’t justice.” Clarke interrupted.
“It’s justice. Float him!”
“No!” You yelled, your voice shrieking. “This isn’t justice, this- this is just wrong!” You yelled, trying to gain the attention of the people around you, but failed. Soon they began chanting ‘float him’ and you tried to grab ahold of the boy who started it all, but he shoved you. Tripping you nearly fell before Bellamy grabbed you, holding you straight, Your hand fell on his shoulder, and you nodded a thanks.
With wide, cold and guarded eyes you tried to focus on what was around you but it was all becoming too much. You barely registered when Murphy was tripped and everything moved faster from then on. They were quick to begin beating him up and everything started dragging across your vision. You didn’t hear Bellamy call your name or Clarke try to plead to everyone to stop what they were doing to Murphy. Faces became dragged blurs.
You blinked, trying to breathe. Your breath was coming out in gasps as you choked on nothing, you smacked your hands against your eyes trying to refocus. Bellamy’s face came before you and you found Murphy tied up with a gag and his arms bound. “Y/N?” Bellamy asked.
You could barely speak, but you nodded to gain his attention. “Y-yes.” You stuttered. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hands on your shoulders, you nodded numbly though you still couldn’t focus on anything.
Crowds of people shoved you on as you followed the crowd, Bellamy still holding you.
They tossed the tied up Murphy down the hill, his grunting as he slumped along. You groaned, blinking and trying to focus what was before you. A string was being tossed over a branch and your breathing nearly stopped. “You can’t do this!” Clarke yelled.
You watched with a blurry vision as Murphy was pulled up along the rope, and you made the realization they were gonna hang him. You shook your head, breaths coming out in gasps and chokes as Bellamy finally let go you. You reached for him but it didn’t matter as he walked away. Luckily, Clarke finally saw you. Her wide eyes reached you and carefully, like an echo in the back of your head you heard her whisper to breathe.
You listened, sweat glistening down your forehead. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Just-! Just help him!” You shouted, pointing to Murphy and holding your neck as you focused on breathing. Clarke nodded, letting go of you.
Running over to Bellamy, Clarke shoved at his chest; “you can stop this!” She cried. “They’ll listen to you!”
“Bellamy you should do it!” The boy from before yelled. Hearing his voice and the name he called, you snapped up, wide eyes making eye contact with Bellamy’s as you slowly shook your head, “no…” You whispered.
“I saw you in the wood with Atom!” Clarke tried; “I know you’re not a killer.”
“Bellamy, please. Don’t do this!” You begged, he looked at you, shaking his head before looking back at Clarke. “You can’t do this!” She begged. With wide eyes, you felt your heart break as he kicked the stool from beneath Murphy and you heard a snap as he struggled to breathe.
“This is on you princess!” Bellamy shouted at her as Clarke began sobbing. Staring around you, you stared shocked at the crowd around you cheering and felt empty. They couldn’t be this sick to enjoy something of the like.
“You should’ve kept your mouth shut!”
“What the hell are you doing?” Finn yelled, your head snapped up as he stormed past you. “Cut him down! Charlotte, get out of here. – Cut him down!” The boy ran forward, threatening Finn with a knife. Charlotte ran forward, making everyone pause; “just stop it okay!” She bellowed; “Murphy didn’t kill Wells. I did!”
“Oh, my god!” You whispered, running forward you grabbed an axe from the ground and cut Murphy down, him falling with a thud.
You ran through the woods, only a few steps behind Charlotte in panic. You were about to reach her when she gasped in panic and someone grabbed her, fearing it to be Murphy you ran faster only to find Bellamy. He looked at you before covering Charlottes mouth, telling her to shush.
“Charlotte! You can’t hide forever!” Murphy’s distant voice echoed. “Don’t worry we won’t hurt you!”
Bellamy and you began running, Bellamy grasping Charlotte’s hands. You winced when Charlotte screamed, cursing her secretly in your mind. “Let me go!” Bellamy looked at you and nodding, the both of you dragged her to the side. “I’m trying to help you.” Bellamy whispered.
“I’m not your sister. Just stop helping me.” Charlotte grunted.
You shook your head, “none of that matters. They’re going to kill you!” You all panted, and before you could stop her Charlotte ran forward, yelling that she was there. You ran forward, grabbing Charlotte in panic as you tried to stop her. “Shh!” You shushed.
“Are you trying to get us all killed?” Bellamy snapped, grabbing her.
“Just go- just go, okay? I’m the one they want.” You watched slowly, behind, staring hesitantly around you for Murphy or anyone of his goons. “Okay, Charlotte, listen to me. I won’t leave you.” His eyes fell on you, and staring at him you panted, nodding your head. “We won’t leave you.” He repeated.
“Please,” she begged, looking at the both of you. She tried running again but Bellamy easily caught her, hefting her over his shoulder, he looked back over at you and you nodded, quickly moving to follow him. “Ah! Murphy! I’m over here, i’m over here!”
“Come on out, Charlotte. Come on out!”
“It’s a dead end!” You yelled over the rain, brushing your hair back in a panic. Bellamy looked back at you, shaking his head as his eyes desperately looked around for an escape. You could tell Murphy and the rest were only a few feet behind you.
“Charlotte!” Murphy yelled.
Bellamy set Charlotte down and you felt your hand shaking again. This was bad. Murphy was thirsty for blood and didn’t care that Charlotte was only a child, you looked over at Bellamy, praying he had a solution but he only shook his head desperate.
“Damn it.” He cursed, staring over the impending cliff.
“Bellamy!” Murphy yelled. You snapped your head over, sighing when Murphy ran up. Murphy’s angry gaze fell on you and you shivered; “you can not fight all of us. Give her up, the both of you.”
“Maybe not, but I guarantee I can take a few of you out.” Bellamy stepped forward, his feet pacing as he prepared himself. You watched as Clarke and Finn ran in, reaching the both of you. You shared a look with Clarke and she tilted her head clearly upset.
“Bellamy, stop!” She yelled, shaking her head.
You stepped forward, seemingly affronted at her accusations. “He’s helping her!” You defended, stepping up beside Bellamy, quick to defend him. You ignored his gaze that you felt on your back and glared at Clarke.
Stepping forward, you found a new confidence and walked up to Murphy. Shaking your head, you stared at Murphy helplessly, your eyes begging him. “This has gone too far. Just calm down, we’ll talk about this.” You pleaded. You felt your heart spike when he didn’t say anything and you almost thought he’d agree before he moved so fast you couldn’t even see him. And suddenly his knife was against your neck and his arm was wound around your stomach.
You sucked in a breath, shaking in his grip and you grabbed his arm. Your eyes found Bellamy’s and you pleaded with him, despairingly looking at him for help. You don’t know exactly why you went for him to help, but your eyes just found his and you felt safe when near him.
“I’m sick of listening to you talk.” Murphy threatened next to your ear. You panted, trying to break out of his grip. His knife ever so slightly graced your neck, making a thin slice.
“Let her go!” Finn stepped forward only for Murphy’s grasp to tighten and Murphy’s knife to leave your neck and point at Finn. “I will slit her throat.” He seethed.
“No, please. Don’t hurt her.” Charlotte begged.
“Don’t hurt her?” Murphy taunted. “Okay i’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.”
“Don’t do it, Charlotte!” You begged, “don’t do it Charlotte!” Charlotte moved to stepped forward but Bellamy grabbed her, effectively stopping her but she continued to plead; “I have to!” Bellamy set Charlotte back and turning back to you and Murphy, his angry eyes turned to Murphy.
“Murphy, this is not happening.” Bellamy stated, shaking his head unbelievably. “Let her go, please.” He pleaded, you shook your head, feeling your eyes brim with tears as you stared at him.
“I can’t let any of you get hurt because of me.” Charlotte whispered, “not after what I did.” Your eyes fell to Charlotte and with a shriek you couldn’t even hear yourself, you watched hopeless as she stepped back, falling from the ledge. Murphy’s grip left you and you lurched forward, “no! Charlotte, no!”
Leaning just before the cliff, you watched gravely as Charlottes body fell. “No, no, no, no.” Bellamy repeated, he sobbed and you shook your head. Your head falling against your arms, you sighed; “no…” you felt Bellamy straightened up beside you and turning you watched as he stormed over to Murphy.
“Bellamy.” Murphy started.
Bellamy jumped froward, knocking Murphy over as he screamed angrily. You watched helpless as Bellamy repeatedly punched Murphy again and again and unlike you’d normally do, you did nothing and watched it happen. He killed a girl, he forced her to kill herself and shaking your head, you felt as if you’d lost something within you.
“Bellamy stop, you’ll kill him!”
“He deserves to die!” You shouted, shocking everyone. Finn pulled Bellamy back and he grunted, trying to reach Murphy again; “he deserves to die!” He repeated and you kneeled on the ground, eyes gone cold.
“No! We don’t decide who lives and who dies.” Clarke stated and everyone grew silent. “Not down here!”
“So help me god, if you say the people have a right to decide–”
“No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we’re gonna survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.”
Bellamy sighed, frustratingly dragging a hand across his face. “And who makes these rules? Huh? You?”
“For now we make the rules, okay?”
“So what then,” you spoke, everyone’s tired and stressed eyes turning on you. “We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?” Your voice was cold, conserved. Clarke shook her head at you, “no! We banish him.”
Silence echoed as everyone shared looks. Sniffling, Bellamy made the first move and moved forward, roughly grabbing Murphy by the front of his shirt, Murphy grunted. “Get up.” He stepped towards you, and moving you watched as Bellamy held him over the ledge. “If i ever catch you near camp again, we’ll be back here.” Bellamy threatened, his voice raw. “Understand?”
Murphy nodded and with a final shove, Bellamy pushed him away. “As for the four of you,” Bellamy spoke, referring to the others that crowded around; “you can come back and follow me or go and die with him. Your choice.”
You watched with hidden eyes as Bellamy made his way over to you, holding a hand out. You looked up at the hand before looking at him, with a final sigh, you accepted the hand and he helped haul you up. Grabbing both your arms, he leaned down to see you; “you alright?”
“Fine.” You whispered, your voice empty. He stared shocked at you but you only shook your head, tears in your eyes. You walked past him, shoving him slightly as you made your way back to camp. You’d lost something tonight and as you stared around you, you felt empty.