"Sir, we have the one responsible for attacking our men in our custody," Bellamy's henchman reported, hands folded in front of him.
"Send them in," Bellamy replied, waving a hand to beckon two more henchman into his hall. The building was old but recently renovated to suit Bellamy's dark style. The marble floors glistened in the dim lights that filtered through the blinded windows. Bellamy sat on what looked like a throne at the head of the room, lights shining around him to make him look ethereal.
The two henchmen entered, dragging in a beaten young man by his arms. His face was covered in blood, bruises and swollen flesh. They threw him in a messy heap before Bellamy's feet. The young man crumpled on the floor but stubbornly picked himself up to his hands and knees, lifting his head. Bellamy could just make out the change in expression from anger to disappointment in the young man's face and that's when he recognized him.
"Murphy!?" Bellamy's eyes went wide with fear as he pulled himself to the end of his seat.
"Out! Everyone out! I want this room cleared. NOW," Bellamy demanded with a sharp tongue. Everyone obeyed and quickly filed out of the room, leaving the two alone. Once the doors closed behind them, Bellamy fell to his knees before Murphy, taking his face up in his hands.
"It's you…" Murphy coughed, eyes still in disbelief.
"It's me, yeah," Bellamy began to cry, "What have they done to you?"
"It's you that's been in charge of this vampire gang?" Murphy's eyes began to tear.
"What? Look, Murphy…why have you been attacking my men?" Bellamy's eyes bounced between Murphy's good eye and the swollen shut one.
"How could you make an organization that lets vampires get away with killing innocent people?" Tears streamed down Murphy's face, cutting through the blood stains.
"I helped vampires in need. I'm keeping them from going into frenzies," Bellamy defended himself. Murphy pulled away from Bellamy, falling backwards and backing away.
"You've undone all that Lexa and I have worked centuries for," Murphy shouted, disheartened.
"I've fixed the vampire society that was once broken!" Bellamy shouted at him, "Why can't you be proud of me?"
Murphy pulled himself up off the floor to stand, Bellamy following.
"Because vampires are what is evil in the world again," Murphy explained, "Before your organization, they were just ordinary people in which something unfortunate happened to them and they had to struggle with it. Now that there's no struggle, they can do whatever they want because they're more powerful – it separates humans from vampires. They're losing their humanity. Even Lexa and Clarke have been able to live relatively normal lives for themselves. Why could you have done the same?"
"OUT! I want him out of here!" Bellamy bellowed, echoing in his henchmen to return to his room. They marched in, taking Murphy up by the arms again and pulled him away. Murphy would not go so easily this time though. He kicked and threw himself about aggressively, showing off his fangs, but the henchmen were too strong for him while he was in his miserable state. Tears poured from his face as he screamed at Bellamy. He spat blood onto the pristine marble floors.
"Take him away…I'll deal with him later," Bellamy commanded, tears welling up in his eyes in disappointment.
"You have no idea what you've started, Bellamy!" Murphy shouted before being dragged out of the exit. Bellamy retired to his throne, discouraged and angry. He spied the blood that had dripped from Murphy's body, staining his floors.
"Someone please clean that spot up. I don't want his blood decorating these halls."
