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Episode: Murphy’s Law

Rating: Mature

Summary: Bᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ Bʟᴀᴋᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Iɴᴅɪɢᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇs: ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ. Uɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇ’s ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ.

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

This fic is currently going through rewrites, so chapters will be updated as I get to them. I’m not changing anything plot-wise, just hopefully improving the quality of writing :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Mentions of past non-consent, sexual threat language, sex, self harm, mentions of backstory suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use, suicide attempt (marked on relevant chapter).

Chapter Twelve

By the next day the camp had returned to work, and although the atmosphere seemed hostile, I felt relieved to know that warnings had been given. Both of the attackers were being held separate from the rest of the camp and we were yet to have the conversation on what punishment they would receive. For now, the focus of the camp was on building the wall to protect us from grounders and it was important that it stayed that way. I spent the morning checking in on several of the girls from my self defence groups and was pleased to find that they were feeling already safer since Bellamy’s announcement. I had briefly seen Jasper walking around the dropship and knew that Octavia was planning on getting him out of camp today to rebuild his confidence. I was about to find my place assisting a group with putting together spears when I noticed Octavia rushing across camp with Jasper towards Bellamy’s tent, and I followed them without a second thought, concerned for Jasper’s wellbeing.

When I stepped in, I was surprised to find Clarke already there as I entered with the others. Octavia quickly dropped something onto the table, startling both Bellamy and Clarke. I moved closer to see what it was and found myself facing Bellamy across the table. I avoided his gaze, feeling awkward after our last interaction, but I was quickly distracted from this thought by the scene unfolding in front of us. There were two human fingers alongside a small makeshift knife and I struggled to comprehend where this could have come from. It was quiet as we all stared at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Clarke leaned forward and picked up the knife for closer examination.

“This knife was made with metal from the dropship.” She stated reluctantly, drawing the attention of the room as we processed her words.

“What do you mean?” Jasper’s voice was low and shaken. It drew my attention immediately and I examined him closely. He seemed to be in a state of shock, and I flinched at the thought that he had discovered this on his first time leaving the camp since his attack. I mentally cursed Earth for continuing to torment him and wished I could take some of the strain from his shoulders.

“Who else knows about this?” Bellamy spoke in a quiet, controlled voice and I watched him with interest. It was clear to me that he was already considering a course of action, and once again I found myself surprised at how well he was growing into leadership.

“No one, we bought it straight here.” Octavia’s voice was confident and she spoke whilst leaned across the table in a comfortable manner. She was completely absorbed into the matter at hand and didn’t seem to have noticed that Jasper was not coping well with his discovery.

“Clarke?” Jasper questioned, still sounding terrified and I felt my heart ache at his fragile state.

“It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells. It was one of us.” Clarke was still holding the knife, and looked around at us as she spoke with a disbelieving expression. I raised my eyebrows at her statement and found myself quickly meeting Bellamy’s eyes. He seemed to be watching her carefully, his arms crossed as he analysed her but he didn’t seem surprised by her conclusion. Jasper sighed deeply, breaking the tense silence between us all.

“So, there’s a murderer in the camp?” I noticed his knees had started to shake, and I leaned forward to catch Octavia’s eyes. As soon as I had her attention, I looked back at Jasper and she quickly understood my meaning. She straightened up and put a hard on his arm, squeezing gently to bring his gaze to her. He jumped from the sudden contact, but then relaxed a little into her touch and I was glad to see his nerves ease slightly.

“There’s more than one murderer in this camp.” He replied in a matter of fact voice, uncrossing his arms and instead moving his hands to his hips. He seemed troubled by this in a different way to Clarke, and I raised a brow to him playfully.

“I can personally vouch for that.” I added, smiling to cut through to the tension.

“This isn’t news, we need to keep it quiet.” Bellamy continued in his serious tone, although I saw a flitter of entertainment pass over his expression as he glanced at me. He fidgeted on the spot and I could feel the agitation radiating from him. I looked back to Clarke who was now stomping from the tent with purpose, and Bellamy rushed forward to block her exit.

“Get out of my way Bellamy.” She growled, squaring her shoulders at him in frustration and I was shocked to witness such aggressive behaviour from her. Bellamy planted himself on the spot firmly, and stared down at her.. I could tell that it was a struggle for him to behave calmly and he seemed to be attempting to diffuse the situation rather than argue with her.

“Be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved: the wall, the patrols. Like it or not thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.” He attempted to reason with her, but from his defensive posture I could tell that he was prepared for this to fail.

“Oh, good for you, you mean?” She spat, and I felt my back stiffen as I grew frustrated with her reaction. It was unlike her to behave this rashly and I was disappointed that she couldn’t see how the recent changes Bellamy had put in place benefited everyone. “What, keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?” She added in an accusing tone.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Bellamy replied evenly, keeping his tone calm. I was surprised at his ability to remain sensible with her, as I could already feel myself becoming inpatient at her childish behaviour. “But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall.” Clarke opened her mouth to argue and I stepped forward before I’d even considered what I would say.

“It doesn’t have to be forever, we can discuss sharing this information after the wall is built. But for now, we need this camp to be safe for everyone in it, and that includes you. This isn’t a power struggle Clarke.” My voice carried more aggressively than I intended, and Bellamy looked at me, seeming taken aback that I was defending him.

“Besides, what are you gonna do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward?” Bellamy returned his attention to her, continuing to block her movements. He stared down at her in bewilderment as she didn’t answer him and I felt dread growing in my stomach. “You don’t even know whose knife that is.” He reasoned with her again, but she only stared back at him in determination.

“Oh really?” She taunted, pulling out the knife and holding it up for him to see. She indicated to some small carved initials inside the handle. “J.M John Murphy.” My stomach lurched at the name and I knew that this could quickly get out of hand if she confronted someone as explosive as Murphy. “The same person you’ve been telling us all along was dangerous, Indigo.” Clarke turned to me with an indignant look, and even though I could tell she was trying to win me to her side, I was annoyed by her efforts to manipulate me. “The people have a right to know.” She spat, pushing her way past Bellamy and out of the tent. I turned to Octavia in a rush.

“Get Jasper somewhere safe, this could get nasty.” I spoke hastily, following Bellamy from the tent. By the time we’d caught up to Clarke, she was already confronting Murphy and was gathering quite an audience to their dispute. I felt movement to my side, and saw Octavia and Jasper standing nervously beside me. I stared at Octavia in disbelief. “What are you doing? Get him inside Tavi, he is not going to manage if this goes to hell.” I hissed under my breath.

“It’s okay, Bellamy won’t let it get to that.” She answered confidently, moving close to Bellamy’s side as if she were ready to back him up. I watched as Jasper stepped back from her side, and positioned himself slightly behind her with a sympathetic look.I could tell that he had dealt with too much stress for one day, and I feared that any more stress would push him over the edge. I sighed deeply before returning my attention to Clarke and Murphy.

“The grounders killed Wells, not me.” Murphy deflected quickly, but as usual he moved into Clarke’s face in an attempt to intimidate her. I found myself preparing for a fight, holding myself in a tensed stature. Although his behaviour frustrated me, I didn’t agree with such a public accusation without some more credible evidence.

“I know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.” Clarke was allowing her emotions to get the better of her, as she squared herself up to Murphy with a furious expression. I glanced over at Bellamy, and we shared a worried look.

“Really?” Murphy drawled, before finally pulling his focus from Clarke to Bellamy. “Bellamy, you really believe this crap?”

Although I disagreed with the way Clarke had chosen to handle this, I couldn’t help my stomach lurching when he called out to Bellamy for help. It was clear to me over the past few weeks that Murphy had grown comfortable as one of Bellamy’s closest advisors and was starting to revel in his influence. He spoke down to everyone in camp and behaved as if he were above all reprimand. A small part of me enjoyed seeing him held accountable for his possible actions, but I was mostly concerned about the possibility of this escalating and I couldn’t anticipate how the camp would react to an accusation like this. It was especially dangerous when I considered his ill treatment of most of those in the crowd. Bellamy crossed his arms and watched Murphy with consideration. Before he could answer, Clarke continued her character assassination of him.

“You threatened to kill him! We all heard you. You hated Wells.” She cried and I shifted uncomfortably.

“Plenty of people hated Wells.” Murphy was still speaking in his arrogant, justified manner. As per usual, his tone was only adding to the general dislike of him. “His father was the chancellor that locked us up.” He emphasised the last line, attempting to rile up the crowd but they simply seemed to be slowly turning on him.

“Yeah but you’re the only one who got in a knife fight with him.” Clarke spat, and from her tone she seemed to be losing her temper. I glanced around the crowd, noticing that many were whispering or hissing. I could feel the anger in the air, and my heart beat rapidly at the tension. I feared we could lose control of the camp at any moment.

“Yeah I didn’t kill him then either.” Murphy answered, sounding bored with her accusations now. I mentally urged him to provide some disputing information instead of ignoring the danger in this situation for him. It was obvious from his behaviour how confident he’d become in his authority.

“You tried to kill Jasper too.” Octavia accused loudly, heightening the interest of the crowd.

“What?” Jasper murmured, his eyes growing wide at his involvement and I could see his legs shaking again. I grabbed Octavia’s arm and pulled her back towards Jasper.

“This was a mistake, look around.” I hissed under my breath, watching as she observed the crowd and her eyes grew wide. “You may be right about Bellamy, but I don’t believe in taking chances. Please, take Jasper, Monty and any of the kids you can get to and lock yourselves in the dropship.” I ordered, and she glanced back at Bellamy reluctantly. He glanced over his shoulder at her, before looking at me and nodded sharply. I could tell that Octavia was hesitant, but she grabbed Jasper and Monty from behind us and rushed toward the dropship as instructed. I watched her guide some of the younger kids from the crowd along the way, and smiled in relief. I then moved into her spot behind Bellamy, nodding at him confidently. If things went as badly as I was anticipating, I’d have his back for her. When I looked back at Murphy, he was sneering. He stepped back from Clarke and looked out into the crowd with a relaxed confidence.

“Come on, this is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer to you.” He spat and then turned back to the crowd. “I don’t have to answer to anyone.” He taunted, holding his arms out to his audience. As he spoke, he started to walk past Clarke, and was now clearly in Bellamy’s line of sight.

“Come again?” Bellamy spoke with authority, holding a stern gaze and I watched as Murphy’s confidence shrunk as he met his eyes. For the first time since the accusations started, he looked nervous as the possibility dawned on him that Bellamy might not support him. People began to shuffle in the crowd, and I prepared for the confrontation that I felt was going to come.

“Bellamy, look, I’m telling you man, I didn’t do this.” Murphy strode over to us, and I noticed the rare sound of authenticity in his voice. I squirmed on the spot, feeling conflicted on how to deal with this now that Clarke has chosen to have this conversation with an audience. I looked over at Bellamy in uncertainty. He still stood with his arms crossed, feet planted firmly to the spot and I understood that he was aware as I was that it may be too late to stop this.

“They found his fingers on the ground with your knife.” He stated in an even voice and he waited for a reaction. He stared Murphy down with an expression that asked for an explanation, for a way out. Instead, Murphy squirmed on the spot, no longer able to meet his eyes and I felt my chest tighten.

“Is this the kind of society that we want?” Clarke called out, seizing her moment to address the crowd in a manner that suggested she still had not noticed the danger of the rapidly growing unrest that she had set into motion. “You say there should be no rules, but we’ve set rules to protect people already. Are we going to allow people to kill each other without punishment?” As she warmed into a speech, I felt my stomach lurch. The guilt hit me like a freight train as I realised that my insistence on addressing the attacks on women had partly led to this. The people in this camp now expected us to govern them when it came to serious crimes and the accusations we were now facing were of the gravest severity. Although I admired Clarke’s will to bring this to people’s attention, I felt in my gut that we had lost control of this situation already.

“I already told you, I didn’t kill anyone.” Murphy spun on his heel to return to defending himself against her and I was disappointed in his delayed reaction.

“I say we float him.” One of the closest men in the group called out, followed by several cheers of agreement and my gut dropped. Clarke turned to face the heckler with a face of deep concern, the reality of the situation finally hitting her.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” She spoke in a nervous voice as she glanced around the angry faces in the crowd and I grew only more annoyed at her ignorance until now.

“Why not? He deserves to float, it’s justice.” The same man retorted, and Clarke faltered for a moment.

“Think about what you’re saying, we’re not in space any more. What you’re asking for isn’t as simple as pushing a button and expelling someone from the ship. It’ll be far harder than that.” I answered, hoping that the fear of acting on this may buy us some time. I knew there were some in this group who would not be shaken by taking a life, but I hoped that the majority would consider this more seriously.

“Revenge isn’t justice!” Clarke added, but I saw the crowds beginning to rally together with a deep sense of dread.

“It’s justice!” The man called, completely disregarding Clarke’s efforts to reason with them before encouraging the watching camp members into chanting. “Float him! Float him! Float him!”

Bellamy looked around frantically and I stared back in panic. Clarke was unable to calm the surrounding campers, who surged forward to beat Murphy to the ground. A few voices other than Clarke’s shouted to get off him, but there were far higher numbers of attackers. I was mentally thankful that I’d sent Octavia away as the chaos tore through the camp. Someone made their way to Murphy in the centre and gagged him with a rag, whilst the others grabbed his arms and dragged him to his feet. I stepped forward to push into the crowd, but Bellamy pulled me back, shaking his head fervently at me.

“We have to stop this!” I exclaimed, trying to struggle free of him to fight the wild teenagers as they formed an overwhelming mob.

“That’s not the way, they’ll just attack you too!” He argued, clinging on to me with fear in his eyes and I couldn’t release myself from his strong grip.

The crowd surged to the edge of the camp, and Murphy was thrown down the hill that led to the verge of our territory. A rope was thrown over a tall branch of a nearby tree and my heart pounded in my chest as Bellamy and I rushed after them. I could still hear Clarke’s panicked yelling over the crowd and I noticed her blonde mane through all of the bodies, being pushed away from the activity at the centre. She attempted to fight them, but was easily overwhelmed and it was only moments before Murphy was being lifted into the air in the noose. A couple of men retrieved a box which they graciously put under his feet, barely allowing the toes of his boots to meet it. I watched in horror, unable to think of anything to stop them now that they’d worked themselves into a bloodlust. Clarke tore free of the crowd and slammed both hands into Bellamy’s chest in desperation.

“You can stop this! They’ll listen to you!” She cried, shaking him with a frantic manner. I pushed her backwards and she looked at me in complete confusion, as if she couldn’t comprehend why I would possibly be upset with her.

“You selfish, naive brat, you caused this! They won’t listen to anyone now!” I growled, holding her away from Bellamy to give him space to breathe. Despite my panic, I felt deeply that I wanted to help him with this but I couldn’t think of a solution to offer. As the chaos surrounded us from all angles, I felt deeply grateful that the burden of leading hadn’t fallen to me and I was furious at Clarke for cornering him in this situation. The ring leader seemed to suddenly notice us and turned his attention to Bellamy, pointing to him to draw the crowd's interest.

“Bellamy! You should do it!” He announces as if honouring him with this suggestion. A horrified expression flitted over Bellamy’s face as I watched him battling with the decision and I felt tears prickling in my eyes. “Bel-la-my!” The leader started the crowd chanting again and I could barely breathe through my panic. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to bring the crowd back under control, but things had escalated so quickly that I knew it would take something even more dramatic to get through to them. I looked up at Murphy to see him pleading through the gag, and gripped my head as my mind failed me. In the moment I’d stopped blocking her, Clarke immediately crowded Bellamy again.

“I saw you in the woods with Atom. I know you’re not a killer.” She exclaimed and I finally lost my temper with her. I couldn’t believe that she would use a moment that she had witnessed take such a toll on him as ammunition in a moment where he was already crushed under the weight of an impossible decision. I stepped between them and grabbed hold of her shoulders, throwing her into the crowd behind us.

“You don’t know shit about him. He has to deal with this now because of you, and your reckless decisions!” I bared my teeth as my words poured out like acid, and Clarke stumbled to keep her balance. I was furious that she was expecting Bellamy to fix the mess that she’d created and she continued to behave as if she were the only person capable of making the correct decision. As she was about to return to us again, several men in the crowd held her back.

“You don’t have to do this.” I spoke quietly as I turned to Bellamy, who looked horrified at the situation facing him. “But this is your decision, I’ll follow you.” I tried to sound reassuring, but the terror in his face only matched mine and I wished that I could take it away.

“Bellamy don’t do this! Don’t do this!” Clarke screamed from the crowd as the chants continued, and my blood turned cold as Bellamy stepped forward. I could hardly stand to watch, but stood my ground so that he could see that I kept my word to support him. He kicked the box out from beneath Murphy and the crowd cheered at the movement, watching him squirm against the noose. I turned away for a second involuntarily and Clarke broke free of the crowd, surging towards Bellamy and pushing him again. “No, Bellamy no!” She wailed dramatically with tears pouring down her face.

“This is on you, Princess!” Bellamy spat, squaring up to her in anger. I could see the evident hurt in his face and was lost on whether to step in to break them apart. He was under immense pressure to react in what the camp deemed a correct manner and I was afraid to undermine him in this moment. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut!” He growled as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Finn’s stunned voice finally cut through the cheers and commotion, and he carved a path through the crowd furiously. “Cut him down!” He ordered, pushing people out of his way as he charged toward Murphy before he glanced to his side with a horrified expression. “Charlotte, get out of here, now!” He yelled, and I looked to where he was yelling to see our youngest camp member staring on in terror. I rushed over to her, feeling devastated that she’d been missed by Octavia and started to try to move her through the crowd. “Cut him down!” Finn yelled again, fighting his way over to Murphy through the frozen crowd. As he grew close, the ringleader of the mob pulled out a knife to block him and a scuffle broke out. I pulled Charlotte’s arm to try to move her out of harm's way, when she broke free of my grip and threw herself toward the commotion.

“Stop, okay! Murphy didn’t kill Wells!” She screamed, and her frantic voice brought all of the fighting to a standstill. I stared back at her in confusion, waiting for her to say what she needed so that I could get her to safety without a fight. “I did!” She confessed and I found myself rooted to the spot in shock. Fortunately, Clarke was still able to act as she grabbed an axe and used it to immediately cut Murphy down from the noose. I reached out to grab Charlotte and held her to me defensively, whilst Bellamy stared at her in mixed concern and confusion.

Before anyone could react, I dragged her out into the trees and routed around to the back entrance of the camp, keeping her out of sight from anyone who could mean her harm. I rushed her straight into Bellamy’s tent and held a hand over her mouth so that she couldn’t make a sound. It was barely moments before Bellamy, Clarke and Finn entered behind me with frantic behaviours.

“I hope you had the sense not to draw any attention getting here!” I spat and they all shuffled around sheepishly. “Damn it, now they’ll know exactly where she is.” I released my grip on Charlotte and stepped back, crossing my arms in frustration.

“Bring out the girl Bellamy!” Murphy’s furious voice carried through the tent, and from the numerous footsteps I could hear, I knew that the crowd was gathering again.

“Why, Charlotte?” Bellamy’s tone was pleading as he paced around the tent, and I could feel a level of hurt in his words that was unexpected. I waited for an answer anxiously beside her as I considered how it was possible for someone so young to have committed such an extreme crime.

“I was just trying to slay my demons like you told me.” She replied defensively, and I turned to Bellamy in confusion. Before I could get a word in, Clarke stepped forward furiously.

“What the hell is she talking about?” She spat. I turned my glare over to her and she cringed, stepping back slightly. I was struggling not to lose my temper with her and couldn’t deal with her getting n Belalmy’s face many more times today.

“She misunderstood me.” Bellamy breathed, with a devastated expression as he faced her again. “Charlotte that is not what I meant.” I looked sympathetically at him, and could see the strain of leadership in him. He looked exhausted, fearful and I wished I could do something to ease the burden for him.

“Bring the girl out, now!” Murphy’s voice only grew more insistent and I knew that the longer he remained out there with an audience, the worse his behaviour would grow. I stared at the tent door with a rapidly developing sense of unease and Charlotte flinched beside me.

“Please don’t let them hurt me!” She whimpered and Bellamy looked at her with such a heart wrenched expression that I could hardly stand it. It was clear that he was battling against his desire to protect the young girl as he tried to think of a solution to this mess. He reluctantly turned to face Clarke and Finn, and held his arms out to them in desperation.

“Okay, if you guys have any bright ideas, speak up.” They both stared blankly at them and I sighed in frustration. “Now you stay quiet!” He snapped and I felt the same annoyance. They were always ready to interrupt any plans and publicly tear him down for his decisions and I couldn’t believe that they could look so clueless now.

“Hey, those are your boys out there.” Finn defended and I rolled my eyes at them. It was only due to Clarke’s self righteous actions that we were in this position now, and I was sick of seeing Finn take her side in an effort to win her over.

“This is not my fault.” Bellamy retorted, finally losing his cool and voicing my matching feelings on the situation. “If she’d listened to me those idiots would still be building the wall!” Bellamy yelled toward Clarke, who ignored him and continued pacing around the tent whilst rubbing her forehead in a manner that was not at all helpful.

“We need to set laws.” I said sternly, drawing their attention. “We were forced into acting by mob mentality before, we need to explain the decision this time, one that means she’s still punished but by gentler means that are appropriate for her age. It will protect all the younger kids here and give us time to work on dealing with the older lot. They were open to the rules before, we just have to be careful how we present it this time.” I laid out my suggestion carefully, knowing that it was the only idea I had to offer whilst under such a pressured time constraint. Bellamy managed a slight smile at me for contributing.

“Hey you want to build a society Princess, let’s build a society, bring her out!” Murphy’s furious cries interrupted and Charlotte startled again in terror.

“No! Please Bellamy!” She begged and Bellamy closed his eyes, battling with his emotions. He crouched down to her level and held her shoulders gently. I was stunned to see how gently he treated her and it allowed me to see him in a softer light.

“Look, Charlotte, hey. It’s gonna be okay. Just stay with them.” He indicated towards Clarke and Finn as he spoke, then looked to me before moving to leave the tent. I grabbed his arm before he could, clinging tightly to him.

“Hell no, I’m coming with you.” I spoke stubbornly and he appeared to be confused. “Somebody’s got to have your back if this doesn’t work. It was my suggestion, I’ll back you up with it.” He was clearly reluctant, but I was relieved to find that he didn’t fight me about it. I released my grip on him so that he could step out of the tent, but I hesitated to face Clarke and Finn. “Get her out of here, just in case. If this works, we’ll find you.” I ordered, before following Bellamy out.

When I emerged, he had already begun trying to talk Murphy down. I glanced past them to see Octavia standing at the front of the crowd with Jasper and Monty just behind her. I figured that she must have come back out after all of the commotion and I was worried for her safety again within the crowd that had just rioted out of control not long ago. Murphy turned his back on Bellamy to address the crowd and I waited nervously, watching his every move.

“So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up?” He called out to the gathered campers in a flamboyant presentation. “All in favour.” He added, immediately raising his hand to prompt a vote and was only joined by approximately ten others, exclusively members of Bellamy’s militia. Murphy looked around furiously at the lack of support. “I see. So it’s fine to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses you want to let her walk?!” He screamed into the crowd, completely losing his cool toward the end of his insane statement.

“She’s a fucking child Murphy. Get a grip.” I spat, leaning out from behind Bellamy with a furious expression. It was preposterous to me that he couldn’t grasp why hanging a child was wrong and it only deepened my distaste for him.

“Cowards! All of you are cowards!” Murphy ignored my job at him, instead launching into a hysterical tirade at the crowd.

“Hey, Murphy!” Bellamy lost his patience for a moment, raising his voice over Murphy’s screams and striding toward him, whilst I hung behind assessing the situation. Bellamy squared up to him, looking down in an intimidating manner due to their slight height difference and causing him to shrink slightly. “It’s over.” He asserted firmly as he stared intensely into his face. Murphy seemed to be calm as he shrugged and threw out his arms carelessly.

“Whatever you say boss.” He muttered, stepping backwards away from Bellamy. Something about his reaction felt inauthentic to me; perhaps because I knew Murphy in prison in a way that Bellamy did not. I knew that he didn’t respect authority and that he despised feeling humiliated. I knew that he didn’t let things go and that he was ruthless. And so I examined every single movement he made, especially when Bellamy turned his back on him to walk back toward me.

Murphy followed quickly behind him and although I tried to warn him as Murphy stooped to grab a log from a pile of firewood, I couldn’t get to Bellamy in time. Murphy walloped him around the back of the head with the log and Octavia rushed forward to attack him. Fortunately Jasper stepped in front of her, blocking her from Murphy’s path and instead taking a punch to the face that knocked him to the ground. Octavia weaved past the confrontation to get to Bellamy’s collapsed form and Murphy turned back towards the tent.

“Come on, let’s get the girl.” He ordered his followers in a rallying call. Before he could get to the door, I’d strode into his way and launched myself at him.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” I screamed as I tackled him to the ground and hit him passionately, finally snapping after his insistence on executing a child. I managed to get several nasty slogs in before I was pulled off by one of his gang, but due to the additional power of my fury I managed to batter them off and tackled Murphy again. This time around, I didn’t get to hit him a single time before I was knocked unconscious.

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