Murphy's Revenge.


Murphy has Bellamy tied up on the floor unable to move, Clarke interrupts his attempt at revenge and tries to save Bellamy.

Warning: I would rate this M because of the violence. If you don't like physical assault then I wouldn't read this. It gets pretty graphic too, I think.


"Leave him alone?" He laughed as he pushed her head harder against Bellamy's abdomen. "Like he left me alone? No. He kicked that box from under my feet and didn't even hesitate, he didn't even blink. He brought this on himself and now he needs to pay."

"If you are looking for someone to blame, then- blame me," she pleaded. "Bellamy didn't want the camp to know that was on me, not him. He doesn't deserve this Murphy."

He pushed her head even harder and Bellamy's muffled groans could be heard, "shut up. Shut up. If you don't shut up I will squeeze the life out of him while you watch. Do you understand?"

Clarke couldn't hold back the tears that formed in her eyes, she nodded silently.

He pinned her to Bellamy's body with his thighs, blocking one of her arms from moving. Clarke looked at Bellamy his eyes full of fear, it tugged at her heart. She needed to save him, he couldn't die, not tonight and not because of her.

Gripping her hand, Murphy lifted it and pushed her palm against his mouth and nose; preventing him from breathing.

"You told me I should blame you, so that's what I'm going to do. You're going to take his life away from him and watch as the air leaves his lungs," he hissed behind her.

Bellamy's eyes went wide in shock and Clarke had to look away, she couldn't watch his pain. "You're insane." She attempted to move and there's a hard suction on the palm of her hand.

He leaned his weight so heavily onto her hand that she heard clicking noise, she was sure that his nose had just been fractured or even broken. Bellamy's eyes were shut, he looked lifeless. Although Clarke could tell he was still alive even if barely by the small amount of air against her hand. Tears streamed down her face, she desperately tried pushing him away but with no luck. He was too strong and she was too weak.

Murphy laughed, "Not long now princess."

"Please, no. Stop this," she cried. "You don't need to do this be the bigger person."

Blood was now pooling out of Bellamy's nose and all over Clarke's hand. She felt violently sick. This was all her fault. Bellamy's voice entered her head 'This is on you, princess. You should have kept your mouth shut.' Them words haunted her now more than ever. If she had just kept her mouth shut, Bellamy's life wouldn't be at risk and his blood wouldn't end up on her hands figuratively and literally speaking.

her own chest heaved and it was like she was suffocating herself. When Murphy shifted slightly it left her right arm free. Thinking quickly she flailed her arm with all her force into the side of Murphy's face, successfully knocking him off her. He fell to the ground. Removing herself from Bellamy's body she quickly moved towards the exit of the dropship. Knowing she couldn't leave Bellamy here alone she looked for the radios on the side.

She reached forward and fumbled with the radio, "Somebody help. Anyone PLEASE," she cried, not even sure if she had pressed the right button. Before she could scream anymore, she's flung back across the room and pinned on top of Bellamy.

Murphy smiled wickedly, lifting a knife she hadn't seen before above her. Her cries got stuck in her throat. She prayed even if it was too late for her to be saved, someone would have heard her pleas and manage to save Bellamy.

Unable to move she closed her eyes and accepted her fate. Then she heard a bang like bodies falling to the ground and the sound of men grunting. Before she could even open her eyes a searing pain slashed through her chest and everything went black.