So it's taken awhile to get the next chapter up, but here it is! It's kind of a dark one, with violence and pain, but I hope it helps to illuminate just how deeply the two need each other. I just hope it's not too dark; let me know what you think!
I ran faster and farther than I ever have before, finding solace in the freedom and pain brought on by it. My ribs were throbbing, the branches whipped any part of me they could reach, and I kept slipping on the smooth surface that the leaves provided; but as far as I was concerned it wasn't far or fast enough.
Then I stopped.
As I looked over the edge of the rocky cliff I realized where I now stood. This is were Charlotte died. This is where she jumped. Oh god…as the fear, the despair, the hurt, and the anger, coursed through my body, I surrendered, sinking to the soft ground as sobs raked body.
It was all my fault, Wells died because he came down here for me, Charlotte died because of my actions, my words, I was stupid and got attached to Finn believing he could care about me, and now I was falling for Bellamy who has his own fucking harem.
"What is wrong with me…" I sputtered between sobs.
A menacing chuckle came from behind the trees, I stood suddenly hyperaware that I was not alone; "That's a good question, Princess," it sneered, slowly coming out from the tree.
"Who are you," I demanded.
"Oh, c'mon Princess, that's no fun. Take a guess."
Every inch of my body begged me to run, but I was trapped.
"Wha-what do you want," I couldn't help it, my voice betrayed my fear.
"I want revenge," it snarled as it surged from the tree line.
"Murphy," his name left my lips as a gasp.
"Happy to see me, Princess," he snickered, as he slowly crept towards my right side, drawing a knife from his belt. He looked crazed, the anger emanating from his eyes. I tried to subtly scan for any chance of escape; he cackled again.
"You're trapped Princess, it's no use."
Steeling my voice, "What do you want Murphy?"
"Heh-I told you. I want revenge," he jeered.
"For what," I demanded hoping I sounded more in control than I felt, "what do you want revenge for?"
"For what you did to me," he roared.
"You did this to yourself," I needed to find a way out of here.
He seized my wrist, jolting my body forward, "I did nothing to deserve this. This is all because of you."
"How," I was getting desperate, I needed to get away from here…
"How? You accused me of killing your precious Wells, you made everyone hate me, especially Bellamy," his grip on my wrist tightened and I cried out, he snickered.
"He was a fool," he said, yanking my arm, forcing me to look at him, while he lifted a knife to my throat. That's when I spotted it, a small pathway to the right of the clearing, just beyond his back. If I could make it there I could possibly get away.
Just before I could bring my heel to his foot, "He was a fool, blinded by his self-righteousness, but also by his feelings towards yo-," my eyes snapped to his and he chuckled, "oh you didn't know that Princess? Your pompous ass of a leader was falling for you," he jeered again, slowly dragging a knife down the side of my cheek. "But now it doesn't matter, because poor little Bellamy is going to lose his princess," he mocked, and as he threw his head back in laughter, I slammed my heel onto the bridge of his foot.
He snarled, but kept a firm grip on my wrist, shit, trying to get out I spun and planted my elbow in his groin. "You dumb bitch," he growled, but his grip loosened enough that yanked through it. He was doubled over when I tried to push past him, and just before I was clear his hands clamped down on my shoulders, throwing me to the floor a mere two feet from the tree as I screamed. Then he was straddling me, arresting my arms to the floor with his knees, he wrapped his long filthy hands wrapped around my neck.
No. This was not happening. I bucked and kicked, and after my third attempt to get him off, he chuckled, "I could see why Bellamy was interested in you now," the gleam in his eye made me want to hurl, "you're a fighter, and a feisty one; I'm sure that would make things interesting." He licked his lips and I screamed.
God no, please no, this cannot be happening. I tried to see if I could use anything to get him off me but it was useless, he had too much on me.
He tightened his grip again, making my breath come out shallow and raspy, leaning down he spoke softly this time, "I'm going to make you suffer, you're going to know the pain I felt when I was banished, then maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you die, but not before Bellamy gets to see what happened to his princess."
As he straightened back up, I locked onto his eyes, "Go to hell," I spat.
"I'm already there," and with that he tightened his grip once again, my vision started to blur, black dots dancing through the air, I could hear him laughing as I rapidly lost consciousness.
Somewhere in the distance, or perhaps now it was in my dream, I heard Bellamy calling out to me. I reached for him, or tried to, hoping to see him one last time, "Bellamy," I whimpered; then the darkness engulfed me.
Where could she have gone? The guard at the gate said she pushed through and ran straight into the woods, but it was no use, I couldn't find a trail. I had to be at least a mile from camp now, and still nothing.
God dammit, why did she have to see me in that one moment? I hadn't touched any of those girls in days, and she comes out to find the dumb bitch kissing my neck. Then the hurt in her eyes, the hurt I put there…No, I can think about that later, right now I needed to find her.
Evaluating my options, I went right, just hoping I found something, anything that would lead me to her. That's when I heard the scream pierce the air.
Clarke.
I spun around, running towards the scream. Towards her.
I hadn't made it more than a hundred yards towards her when I was able to hear the eerie laughter floating through the trees; spurring me on as raw fear and desperation swelled in my heart.
I had to be close.
The laughter kept getting louder; there was something familiar about it, like I had heard it before. That's when I saw it.
Between the trees I saw the cliff where Charlotte had jumped, and just to the left I saw Murphy, straddling a motionless Clarke.
No.
I burst through the edge of the trees, not stopping just throwing myself at Murphy. He tumbled off her as I rolled towards the edge of the cliff, rocks biting into my back. When I looked up he was already standing, staring down at me, looking very pleased with myself.
"You're a little bit late Bellamy," he leered, "your little princess lost her fight."
Glancing to my right now, I could see Clarke laying there, unmoving, unresponsive. She looked so pale and fragile, bright red blood trickling down her cheek. Something inside me broke then, as I looked between Clarke and the wretched excuse of a man.
"I'm going to kill you," I snarled.
The pain and anger inside me was mounting. He had taken her away from me, I no longer cared what darkness hid within me, as long as it could be used to make this man suffer the way he has just caused me to.
I charged at him then, wrapping my arms around his torso I slammed him into the ground. Before he could get up, I punched his jaw, and standing up, I brought my foot down on his rib cage. He cried out, blood seeping from his mouth. I went to kick him when he grabbed my ankle, yanking it forward I landed on my back letting out a grunt. Dazed, he was straddling me too before I could react. He picked up a large rock, and lifting it over his head brought it down onto mine, causing fireworks of pain to go shooting through me. Staying focused I threw him off, towards the cliff, noticing this was my chance I rushed to kick him, to make him stay down. Just before my foot made contact with his ribcage for a third time, he thrust a knife into my calf.
Shit.
I tried to stay standing but my leg failed, I was on my knees as he stood up; looking down at me he punched me, and my vision blurred. I could feel the fresh blood running down the side of my face. Yanking the knife free of my calf, I dug it into his side as he came at me once again.
His face was immediately washed over with shock as he clutched his side; I knew that I had punctured something, the blood was gushing, staining his rotten shirt. As he fell to his knees, I looked into his eyes, seeing the fear, and the pain, it incensed me, he had taken her away from me, he deserved to die. And as I watched exactly that, as the life left his eyes and he crumpled over, I felt an inconceivable sadness surge through me.
She was gone.
I turned towards her, she was so far away; untouchable.
Yet my only thought was that maybe if I reach her, I could bring her back to me.
As I tried to stand, I only fell. My leg was useless. But I needed to reach her, I needed to hold her. I needed her.
As I crawled over the rocks, the pain intensified, the blood soaking my pants.
The edges of my vision blurred, slowing getting darker.
"Clarke," I croaked as I felt a single tear slip down my face.
I was so close.
The pain is unbearable.
I laid down, and stretching out, I brushed her finger tip.
"Please," I begged.
She couldn't leave me.
"I need you," I breathed.
Then I was surrounded by darkness.
My eyes fluttered open to find the gentle blue sky, intertwined with streaks of a brilliant orange. I smiled; it was beautiful.
Then the confusion clouded my mind.
Where was I?
Why aren't I at camp?
What happened?
As I sat up the pain knocked the wind out of me. Gasping for air I found that my throat was burning, and my rib cage was screaming. That's when I remembered.
Murphy.
Looking around I found no sign of him, so what had happened.
Then a ghost of a whisper floated through my mind.
Bellamy.
Had he come looking for me? If so, where was he now?
As I looked around frantically, my hand brushed something soft and warm. Spinning around I found him lying face down in the dirt, with of blood around him.
I stopped breathing as I scrambled for him.
No. No. No.
Please Bellamy, no.
As I turned him on his side gently, I noticed a gash on his leg and on his head, this wasn't good. Placing my fingers against his neck I was able to locate a faint flutter from his pulse. And as I laid him on his back I watched to see if he was breathing; his chest barely moved but it was enough. He was alive. Just barely.
I tried to wake him then, calling his name, frantically kissing his face.
"Please, please don't leave me Bellamy," I sobbed into his chest, looking at his face caked in dirt and drying blood, "I need you," I cried.
Then slowly his eyes flitted open.
"Clarke," he groaned, I could see the pain written on his face.
"Shhh, please, it's okay, you're going to be okay," I kissed his forehead, stroking his hair, "we're going to be okay," I murmured.
So, this was definitely a dark and intense chapter, which makes me nervous, but let me know what you guys think; there wasn't much interaction between Bellamy and Clarke specifically, but I think it's safe to say they would fight for each other until the end. More to come soon, promise!
