Finn was the one to find Wells's body just before the rest of the one hundred woke up. He had been stabbed in the neck, but by the three missing fingers had tried to put up a fight. The campers had labeled it as a Grounder attack. By midday, the entire camp was working to get the walls up. Besides the shifting glances towards the perimeter of the camp and towards Clarke whenever she made herself visible to the others, the camp was pretty much just like it had always been. There was laughing and teens flirted with one another and they all just kept working. As much as Elliot hated to admit it, Wells's death had made things better. Now things were actually getting done.

A lead weight sat in her stomach as she knelt in front of Monty. He had asked her for her wrist band, explaining to her why he needed it. And after an entire night of picking at it, she offered it up kindly. It stung as he dug the knife up under the bracelet, twisting it as gently as he could. She hissed in pain and it snapped off. Small blue lights glowing from the prongs that had been stabbing into her wrist for the past two weeks before fading away to nothing. A defeated sigh came from Monty's lips and Elliot tried to feel bad. But her mind was elsewhere. She had seen Wells just before he died. Why did the Grounder wait until Wells was there? The sun was coming up, people were waking up. They could have easily been seen. And why Wells? It would have made more sense if it had been someone from the first group. Someone who saw what happened to Jasper. Or maybe it was because Wells had gone on Jasper's search party. Killed that giant ass cat. Elliot couldn't find a reasonable enough answer as to why Wells was the one to be killed and it was driving her insane.

She mumbled a sorry to Monty, rubbing her bleeding wrist and stood up. He just waved her off, busy thinking and working. When she turned around, Clarke and Finn were stepping inside. Clarke walked determined towards Monty, pausing only briefly as her eyes fell to Elliot's wrist. Elliot just shook her head.

"I'll take a look at that in a minute." Clarke mumbled and continued to Monty.

Elliot glanced at Finn who merely rolled his eyes at the blonde's actions. Attention back on her wrist, Elliot stepped around him and outside into the camp. People were working all around her, carrying logs, building tents. It was the most uniform thing she had seen them do since they got here. On a higher point in the camp, the sheep dogs, Bellamy and Murphy, were watching over their little flock of sheep, making sure things stayed orderly. Elliot gave Bellamy a small smile when she caught him looking back at her before moving towards where Charlotte was stationed.

The young girl seemed unusually quiet today. Though she really wasn't much of a talker anyway. But her mind seemed just as distracted as Elliot's. A smile ghosted her lips when the older teen joined her and it eased Elliot's nerves. She wrapped her wrist in a piece of cloth she had picked up on her way to the younger girl, covering it from anything potentially infecting it and began helping her tie wires from the drop ships around a group of logs. Neither of them talked, but it was a comfortable silence and the work kept them busy. They both looked up when a teenager carrying one end of a large log, dropped to the ground. Elliot stepped around Charlotte to help him up, but Murphy's voice stopped her.

"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 ya, huh?" He pointed towards Charlotte, who swallowed at the sudden attention.

The teen panted from where he sat on his knees and waved Murphy off, "I just need some water, ok? Then I'll be fine."

Murphy started to say something, stepping up to the teenager when Bellamy approached, ordering him to get the kid water. As Murphy sulked off, Bellamy glanced to Charlotte.

"Hey, you got this?"

The young girl wasted no time rushing over to lift the log up and Elliot hurried after her. There was no way in hell that little girl was going to pick up that log. It probably weighed more than she did. The fact that Bellamy had even asked was unbelievable and Elliot wanted to hit the guy. But her anger subsided when he reached for the girl, stopping her.

"I'm just kidding." He was smiling at her, genuinely, which she returned. He hoisted the log up onto his shoulder, winking at Elliot before walking away. Elliot shook her head, and placed an arm on Charlotte's shoulder.

"Let's get back to work, kiddo."

Moments later, Murphy returned to the teen still kneeling on the ground. Elliot could barely make out the asshole unzipping his pants. Dropping her things, she started again towards Murphy, this time Charlotte reached out and stopped her, the young girl's eyes telling her it wasn't worth it. Staring daggers in Murphy, Elliot returned to what she was doing. It wasn't long before her attention was caught by the distraught looks on Octavia and Jasper's faces. They had just appeared from outside the walls, and looked a little petrified.

"Charlotte, I'll be right back, okay." Giving a gentle tug to the girl's braid, Elliot hurried towards the two.

She reached Jasper first, grabbing at his hand to stop him. He jumped, whirling around to face her with wide eyes. Her hands raised into the air in surrender and she took a startled step back.

"What's going on with you two?" She asked, eyes darting to Octavia briefly, then back to Jasper.

Octavia just grabbed her arm, pulling her towards where Clarke was standing, talking with a couple of other teens. The look of worry on Jasper and Octavia's face and the look of pure confusion on Elliot's was enough for Clarke to step away from the conversation.

"Where's Bellamy. We need to talk." Octavia spoke hushly, making sure no one else around could hear.

"I know where he is. I'll go get him and meet you guys in his tent, alright?" Elliot stepped around the group, hurrying off in the direction Bellamy went, anxiety running through her entire body.

Bellamy was on the far end of the campsite, behind the dropship, holding up a log as one of his buddies secured it in. Elliot scurried through the working teens, coming up beside him.

"I need you to come with me."

He looked at her with surprise, her tone indicating something was wrong. Ordering another kid to come and take his place, he let her lead him back the way she had come. She ignored the slight pressure on her lower back as his hand pushed her forward faster. When they reached the tent, Octavia dropped the heavy object onto the table.

"We found it beside a couple of Wells's fingers outside the fences." Jasper explained. He was sweating and shaking and all together just a mess. Octavia rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him.

"Why were you outside the walls?" Elliot asked. She was actually pretty impressed Octavia had gotten Jasper out there, whereas she had trouble getting him to sleep out in a tent like the others. It had taken tons of persuasion and Monty's acceptance to share a tent with him for Jasper to even consider it. With a little more pushing, Jasper finally settled into it.

"I was trying to Jasper used to it again. We found them just a couple feet from the walls." Octavia explained, her eyes on Clarke, who was examining the knife.

Clarke's eyebrows were furrowed in thought, turning the knife over and over in her hands before looking up at the others, "This knife was made from metal from the dropship."

"What do you mean?" Jasper's voice was meek.

"Who else knows about this?" Metal from the dropship. That meant someone inside the camp killed Wells. Which only narrowed it down slightly. There were plenty of people in this camp that hated Wells's guts, but there were plenty of people in this camp that wouldn't do anything more about it than talk shit on him.

"Clarke?" Jasper was still trying to get an answer from the blonde.

Elliot crossed her arms, "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." There was a moment of silence between the five of them, each looking at one another.

"So there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper's words made Elliot shudder.

But Bellamy's statement made her feel nauseous, "There's more than one murderer in this camp," His eyes fell on her, not in an accusing way, but more of a sympathetic glance, "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."

But Clarke had different plans, a look of anger had fallen over her face and she stomped towards the tent entrance. Bellamy stepped in her way, blocking her from going any further.

"Be smart about this," He kept his voice low, "Look at what we've achieved. The walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

Clarke was too angry to care, rolling her eyes, she spat back, "Oh, good for you, you mean. What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

Bellamy crossed his arms and made himself looking bigger than he was, his intimidation tactics weren't working on the girl, "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 the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is."

Clarke raised an eyebrow, preceding her prior level of attitude and held up the knife, "J.M. John Murphy."

This time Elliot stepped in, "Or John Mbege. Or hell, anyone. Just because it has initials on it, doesn't mean someone else didn't have it." She didn't want to side against Clarke, but the girl was acting irrationally. And granted she had good reason to, but this wasn't going to solve anything.

Clarke sent her a glare, showing that she was pissed Elliot wasn't with her on this and just shook her head.

"I know who it was. The people have a right to know too." And then she was gone, the others hurrying after her.

Murphy was yelling at someone again, finding his leader nowhere around gave him the idea that he was in charge. Mbege was at his side, as per usual, shoving the teen back. Clarke's speed picked up as she shoved at Murphy, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Whoa, what's your problem?" He asked, taking a step towards her.

Elliot stepped up behind her, still trying to change her mind, "We can talk about this in private. It doesn't have to be like this, Clarke."

"Recognize this?" Clarke completely ignored her, shoving Murphy's knife in his face.

It took him a second to focus on the item, leaning away from the blade pointed just above his nose, "It's my knife. Where did you find it?"

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells!" Oh, goddamit. Elliot held her breath, expecting Murphy to lunge forward but instead he looked confused.

"Where I what?" He looked at the others as they crowded around, "The Grounders killed Wells, not me."

"I know what you did and you're gonna pay for it." Clarke spat. There was no fear in her body language or tone and Elliot was a little afraid of what the girl might do but she kept quiet. Her words were just going to be ignored anyway.

Murphy turned to Bellamy for back up, asking if he believed what Clarke was accusing him of. Bellamy just looked away. The only person Murphy had was Mbege, and even he was standing to the side in disbelief.

Clarke pushed him further, her blood boiling, "You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells."

Murphy scoffed, "Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the chancellor that locked us up."

"Yeah but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him." Clarke's voice cracked and Elliot stepped forward to pull her away. Clarke didn't fight but kept her eyes glued to Murphy. He took a step forward, getting in her face now, "Yeah and I didn't kill him then either."

"Tried to kill Jasper too." Octavia added, only fueling the rest of the crowd.

If it was under any other kind of circumstance, Elliot would have laughed at Jasper's expression.

Murphy shook his head, "Come on, this is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you," He pointed at Clarke, stepping around her, "I don't have to answer to anyone."

"Come again?" The crowd fell silent. Bellamy stood with his arms crossed, watching Murphy with raised eyebrows.

Murphy cowered, stepping towards his leader, "Look, I'm telling you man. I didn't do this."

There was a brief second where Elliot thought Bellamy believed him before he reminded Murphy that it was his knife they had found. But there was something in Murphy's tone. In the way he was acting, begging for someone to believe him that made Elliot second guess Clarke's accusation. Maybe Murphy really didn't kill Wells. Maybe they had just ruined everything.

"Is this the kind of society that we want?" Clarke dove into a speech, "You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without punishment?"

Murphy lunged at Clarke again, sneering "I already told you, I didn't kill you," Elliot stepped between the two tentatively, watching as Murphy's eyes shifted from Clarke to her, "Why not ask Half Pint here? She was the last one to see him before he died."

This time Clarke grabbed Elliot's arm. It was reassuring touch, letting the girl know she wasn't thought of as a "suspect". And it seemed like the others thought the same as well, because from within the ground some kid yelled out that they should float him. A chorus of agreement echoed in return.

"That's not what I'm saying." Clarke argued, stepping around Elliot towards the teen.

Elliot followed her, adding in her own two cents, "If we kill him, it doesn't make us any better."

"Revenge isn't justice." Clarke sighed.

But the girls weren't getting through to him. Instead, he just smiled, throwing a fist into the air and began chanting 'float him'. The others joined in and the circle seemed to close in around the three. In a second, Murphy was lunging at the instigating teen and then he was on the ground. Other teens punched and kicked at him, beating him into the ground. Elliot fought against them, using what strength she had to pull people away. But she was making no progress. Soon Murphy's hands were bound behind his back and he was gagged. With a forcible kick from someone, he was sent rolling down the side of the hill. Teens were on him almost immediately again, pulling him to his knees. Elliot watched as a couple tossed a rope around a high tree branch, creating a loop at one end. As they slipped the knot around Murphy's neck, she looked away. Her eyes landed on Charlotte not ten feet from her and she rushed to the little girl's side. She tried to cover her eyes, but Charlotte fought against her. Neither could look away. In front of them, Clarke was begging Bellamy to make them stop. Begging him to talk to the other campers.

"I know you're not a killer!" She shouted as he stepped towards Murphy. The group was chanting his name. Shouting for him to do the honors of killing the captured teen.

Bellamy seemed conflicted. He looked throughout the crowd. To the people shouting his name. To Clarke begging him to stop and think. To his sister, who stood beside Monty and Jasper. And then to Elliot and Charlotte, both watching with silent expressions. Clenching his jaw, he turned and kicked the box out from underneath Murphy's feet. The boy dropped down, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to snap his neck. Elliot again tried to cover Charlotte's eyes as the boy thrashed around, trying to break free. Bellamy was rushing at Clarke, screaming at her, blaming her for Murphy's punishment, when Finn came running through the crowd.

"Cut him down!" He turned to Charlotte, shoving her some, "Charlotte get out of here now!"

A coldness washed over Elliot as she watched Finn run over to help Murphy. Charlotte pulled away from her grip, crying.

"Just stop okay."

Elliot couldn't look at her. The little girl's voice loud in her ears and she started to sweat. No. Please, no.

"Murphy didn't kill Wells." No, no, no, no. "I did!"

In an instant everything fell silent. People around them stopped chanting. Clarke raced forward and cut Murphy down. Elliot wanted to throw up. Her entire body was cold, palms clammy as she blinked. In seconds, Finn was pulling Charlotte away from her, pushing through the crowd. Clarke followed behind him quickly with Bellamy on her heels. He paused in front of Elliot, grabbing her forearms and turning her to face him. She just blinked again, the same lost gaze on her eyes as she looked up at him, he was talking to her, but his words fell deaf to her ears. When he stepped away from her, jogging after Finn and the girls, she followed.


"Why Charlotte?" Bellamy asked, pacing his tent and staring the young girl down.

Charlotte hands wrung together, turning red from the constant friction. She was scared. Upset. Guilty. Every ounce of her being was guilty.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me." She whimpered in response, throwing the blame onto Bellamy.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clarke growled, stopping the older boy from pacing.

He shook his head, waving her off, "She misunderstood me," and turned to the young girl, "Charlotte, that is no what I meant."

From outside the tent, Murphy shouted out. The rest of the camp was just outside the tent, waiting and watching what would happen next. Murphy was at the front of the group. He knew better than to trespass into Bellamy's tent but he was just waiting for the little girl to appear. Pacing back and forth like a predator hunting prey.

"Ellie, please don't let them hurt me." Charlotte stepped towards Elliot and instinctively she draped an arm around her shoulder.

She didn't want to believe it. Not Charlotte. Anyone but Charlotte. This couldn't be happening. Charlotte was a good kids. As good as any of the criminals sent down here could be. She was arrested for attacking a guard. A little thirteen year old girl, distraught that her parents had been killed and now their things were being taken away. She wasn't a killer. She couldn't be. But she was. But even with this realization, Elliot couldn't bring herself to hate the kid. She had grown too fond of her, taken her in, took care of her. It wasn't just about Charlotte being young and naïve, Elliot saw her as a friend. Family.

"We have to do something." Her voice was pleading and raspy from being silent for too long.

The other three looked between each other, no one saying anything in return.

Elliot gritted her teeth, fists clenching, "Now you stay quiet."

"Those are your boys out there." Finn jutted at Bellamy.

The older boy raised a surprised eyebrow, crossing his arms, "This is not my fault," using his eyes to point towards Clarke, he added, "If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall?"

"You want to build a society, Princess? Let's build a society. Bring her out!" Murphy's voice only made things worse. Elliot started for the tent entrance, ready to deck the son of a bitch in the face, when Bellamy stopped her. Pulling her away from the entrance, he turned to Charlotte.

"Charlotte, hey, it's gonna be ok. Just stay with them," Turning back to Elliot, he whispered low, "Get her someplace safe. I'll deal with them." And then he was gone, disappearing outside into the group.

Finn pulled up the back of the tent, quietly ushering the girls outside. They could hear Murphy and Bellamy going at it, yelling and arguing with one another. Elliot stayed close to Charlotte, a hand wrapped tightly around the young girl's wrist. With Finn leading the way, and Clarke bringing up the rear, they snuck out of the wall of the camp and passed the growing graveyard into the woods without anyone noticing.


They had been running for what felt like hours, keeping as quiet and low as they could. Elliot stayed behind Charlotte most of the way, her knife in her hand and her eyes scanning the trees. The threat of being attacked by Grounders made her more nervous than the threat of Murphy and his goons following behind them. The sun was setting and the trees were getting darker. It would make it easier for them to hide but harder for them to see. Their best bet was to find someplace soon.

"It's going to be night soon, Finn. Where are we going?" Clarke was beside Charlotte now, keeping a close eye on her. Finn was still leading the small group, pulling them further and further away from camp.

"At least say you have a plan and we're not just wandering aimlessly through the woods." Elliot added from behind.

Finn nodded, stopping, "I have a plan."

Elliot watched Charlotte sidestep into Clarke's side, her hand reaching for the older girl's. Clarke pulled away immediately, turning on the young girl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Just because we saved you doesn't mean you're forgiven. Got it?"

Charlotte stumbled back into Elliot, who placed a hand on her shoulder. Clarke was right, but Charlotte was scared. And they were trying to help her. Finn caught the blonde's attention, shaking his head at her statement.

"She's just a kid." He murmured, glancing at the other two girls behind them.

Clarke's eyes widened in annoyance, "She's a killer," Again she turned around to Charlotte, "You killed someone, Charlotte! Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second?"

Elliot pushed her away gently, motioning for her to stop interrogating Charlotte. But Clarke continued.

"Look at me! You can't just kill someone to make yourself feel better."

Again Elliot pushed Clarke away, this time harder. The blonde rose to retaliate when Murphy's voice shouted behind them.

"Charlotte! They can't save you!"

Clarke reached out, pulling Charlotte in front of her once again, "We should run."

Finn was still standing in the same spot, staring out at the spot Murphy's voice came from. He nodded and bent down, "Yeah that's one way to go," from where she stood, Elliot could barely make out the heavy, round door, Finn lifted up, "I like my plan better. Get in."

Charlotte and Clarke scrambled in, disappearing from sight. Finn waved for Elliot to follow but she just shook her head. Leaving the door, he hurried over to her.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Just watch out for her okay? Please, Finn." Elliot's voice cracked, "Promise me, you'll look out for her."

Finn shook his head, not fully comprehend what Elliot was meaning. He reached out for her, like he would drag her into the bunker if he had too. She stepped away from him, and sniffled.

"I'll draw them off. They know she'd with me, if they see me, they'll think she's there too. Just keep her safe, and I'll keep them away. Please, Finn."

And then she was running, making sure her foot falls were heavy and she hit every branch and rustling leaf she could. Finn watched her for a moment before turning back to the bunker and dropping inside.


Elliot's idea had worked. Murphy and his followers had been running after her for a while now. She was getting winded, lungs and legs burning, but she kept going, getting as far away from Finn's hiding place as she could. But it wouldn't last for long. It was getting dark out, either she was going to get tired or the group following her was. And what were they going to do after tonight? They couldn't hide Charlotte forever. And Murphy wasn't just going to forget about it. Her thoughts were cut short as she collided into someone. She scrambled backwards, stumbling to get her footing again, when Bellamy reached out and stopped her from falling on her ass. He steadied her before becoming alert.

"What are you doing here? Where are the others?" He asked, glancing around the dark trees.

Elliot shook her head, panting for a moment before responded. "They're- they're hiding. I've been leading them aw-"

"Murphy!" Charlotte's voice ripped through the air and Elliot's blood ran cold. She pushed passed Bellamy, taking off faster than she had been in the direction Charlotte's voice came from. Bellamy stayed right behind her, even taking the lead when they spotted the little girl. He caught her just before she could shout out again, covering her mouth and pulling her behind the safety of a tree. She fought against him briefly before recognizing her captor.

Elliot came up beside her, pulling her away from his grasp and into her arms, "Charlotte, what the hell are you doing out here! Where are Clarke and Finn?"

"Charlotte! You can't hide forever!" Murphy shouted out.

Charlotte wiggled out of Elliot's grasp, turning like she was about to run towards the angry teen but Bellamy grabbed her, pulling her in the other direction. Charlotte fought against him, screaming for him to let her go.

"We're trying to help you!" He growled back, jerking her to a stop.

She stared up at him angrily, "I'm not your sister! Just stop helping me," She took off again, this time screaming out to Murphy.

Again Bellamy grabbed for her, "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Elliot watched as the two fought against each other, Charlotte finally giving up and sniffling, "Just go okay? I'm the one they want."

Feeling her heart tighten, Elliot moved beside Bellamy, leaning down to be eye level with Charlotte, "Listen to me. I'm not going to leave you. I promised nothing bad was going to happen to you. And I mean it. Whether you like it or not."

"Please, Ellie." The young girl begged, turning again to shout out at Murphy.

Quickly and swiftly, Bellamy flung the girl over his shoulder, urging Elliot to run again. She pushed away Charlotte's screams to Murphy and raced forward. When Bellamy's speed slowed, she switched him places, pushing him forward and keeping herself between him and Murphy's group. Her heart sank as they came up on a cliff. Before they had any time to rethink their situation, Murphy had appeared out of the woods, coming to stand alongside Elliot.

"You can't fight all of us. Give her up." He growled at the boy guarding Charlotte.

Bellamy shifted his weight, ready to fight if he had to, "Maybe not but I guarantee, I'll take a few of you with me."

"Bellamy, stop." Elliot's voice was softer and weaker than she had expected but she was drained physically and mentally. And they were cornered. Behind her, Clarke and Finn appeared.

"This has gone too far," She continued, turning to Murphy, "Just calm down. We'll figure something out. Talk about this."

She barely had time to register Murphy tossing his torch away and pulling her towards him. Her back pressed tightly to his chest and a knife digging into her throat, "I'm sick of listening to people talk."

"Let her go." Finn stepped forward.

Murphy only dug the knife further into her neck, "I will slit her throat." Elliot could feel blood running down her neck and tried to steady her breathing.

Charlotte whimpered behind Bellamy, begging Murphy not to hurt her. Murphy's grip loosened around Elliot's neck as his attention adverted back to Charlotte.

"Don't hurt her? Ok, I'll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go."

Elliot and Charlotte's eyes locked together. Both were crying, shaking, terrified of what would happen. When Charlotte took a step forward, Elliot fought against Murphy.

"Don't do it, Charlotte. Don't do it, Charlotte!" She begged, ignoring how frantic and pitiful she sounded.

Bellamy held Charlotte back, restricting her from going anyway. He turned to give Murphy a warning look.

"This is not happening."

Charlotte stepped away from Bellamy's outstretched arm, "I can't let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did."

Turning around, she ran from Bellamy, leaping off the cliff before he had a chance to even turn around. Clarke shouted out, racing towards the edge of the cliff and dropped to her knees. Murphy was just as shocked as the rest of them, his arms dropping away from Elliot. She couldn't move. Her eyes glued to the empty spot Charlotte had once been standing in. She didn't even move when Bellamy came charging at Murphy, knocking him onto his back and began swinging at his face. Her head turned when Clarke screamed at Bellamy to stop, watching Finn pull him off the bleeding teen.

"We don't decide who lives and dies. Not down here!" Clarke placed herself in front of Bellamy, blocking him from getting to Murphy again.

"So help me God," Bellamy growled, "If you say the people have a right to decid-"

Clarke shook her head, stopping him, "No, I was wrong before, ok? You were right. Sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we are gonna survive down here, we can't just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules."

Bellamy pursed his lips, clenching his teeth together, "And who makes those rules, huh? You?

Clarke shook her head again, "For now on, we make the rules. Ok?"

Bellamy looked to Murphy on the ground, "So what then, we just him back and pretend like it never happened?"

"No!" Clarke turned to look at the bloody teen as well, all eyes on her, waiting for whatever idea she was coming up with. Look back at Bellamy, she said softly, "We banish him."

There was another brief pause before Bellamy pulled Murphy to his feet, dragging him to the edge of the cliff. Clarke called out to him, but he ignored her. Holding Murphy threateningly close to the edge, he spoke loud and clear enough for the others to hear.

"If I ever catch you near camp, we'll be back here. Understand?" Tossing him back to the ground, Bellamy returned to the others. He stopped beside Elliot, keeping his voice as stern as he could, "As for the four of you. You can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice."

There wasn't a chance for discussion. Instead, Bellamy stormed off into the darkness of the trees. Slowly, the others began following him, leaving Finn and Elliot to stand over Murphy's bruised and beaten body. Finn dropped his own knife down beside the teen, staying quiet as he took Elliot's hand. Gently, he coaxed her to follow him and the others. His hand stayed tightly wrapped around hers as they returned to camp.


Most of the others were waiting for them when they returned. Clarke and Bellamy ordered everyone to gather around so they could explain what had happened since they left the camp. They didn't have to blatantly tell the camp Charlotte was dead, most already understood. But they explained why Murphy had been banished and warned the others against the idea of "floating" people. Once everyone agreed to understanding, they returned to what they had been doing before.

"Let me take a look at that." Clarke spoke softly to Elliot as she took her hand, pulling her towards the dropship. Elliot stayed silent but followed behind her without any fuss. She didn't flinch when Clarke brushed at the healing wound on her wrist, cleaning away dirt and dried blood. She didn't flinch when she dabbed at the bleeding cut on her neck. Clarke didn't expect her to say or do anything and she was startled when the brunette sucked in a deep breath.

"I promised her nothing would happen." Her voice was dry and low. If things hadn't been so quiet around the camp, Clarke wouldn't have been able to hear her.

The blonde stiffened, guilt washing over her. She reached up, taking Elliot hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone about things the way I did. I was wrong."

Elliot shook her head, looking at her with sympathy, "There was no way to know any of this would happen."

"But I should have been more careful. I wasn't thinking. I just want this place to be safe. So we can build a better society. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Elliot snorted, looking down at her boots, "Some society."

Clarke didn't know what to say. She watched Elliot, waiting for the girl's expression to become angry. For her to lash out and spit horrible things at her. But instead Elliot gave her a kind, soft look.

"A lot of factors led up to this. You don't have to take all the blame, Clarke. You did what you thought was right. We all did. Sometimes, we're wrong," She squeezed Clarke's hand and rose to her feet, "Don't put so much weight on your own shoulders. We should all bear it."

Leaving Clarke still squatted on the ground, she stepped out of the dropship. Tears stung her eyes, and she got as far away from the rest of the group as she could. Hurrying behind the dropship, she stared up at the moon.

She hadn't cried in a long time. Not since she was arrested. But her breathing was unsteady and her hands were shaking and she promised she wouldn't let anything happen to that little girl and now Charlotte was dead and now she could stop the tears from falling or the sob that escaped her throat. Covering her mouth, she tried to calm herself down. She blinked away the last of the tears, wiping them away with her shirt sleeve. Waiting until her breathing had slowed again, and she was composed enough to eat something and get to her tent before anyone asked questions, she turned around.

Bellamy stood just a few feet away, hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes filled with worry. She sniffled, crossing her arms.

"How long had you been standing there?" Her voice was sharp and filled with annoyance. She had gotten away so that no one would see her cry, not so someone would follow her, let alone Bellamy.

"Longer than you'd like." He replied. He was speaking to her softly, like he did with his sister or with Charlotte. It only annoyed her more. He was pitying her. She hated it.

"You shouldn't eavesdrop."

Bellamy stepped up to her. His movement was slow and careful like it was incredibly awkward for him to even be here.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't be back here crying by yourself." An eyebrow raised.

She bite her cheek, looking away from him. She could feel the familiar sting of tear returning and blinked it away. When she looked back at him, his expression had changed. It wasn't worry anymore, wasn't pity like she suspected. It was sadness, sympathy. Her vision blurred as tears returned, this time slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them. She didn't want him to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. All she could do was shake her head at him, words getting caught in her throat. But instead of thinking any less of the upset teen, Bellamy simply took another step forward and pulled her into his arms. She was surprised by the sudden warmth of his chest, his arms wrapped around her small frame. His heart was a muffled beat against her ear and it surprisingly soothed her. A week ago, they were at each other's throats mostly, and now she was in his arms. Crying in his arms. The warmth reminded her of something. Something she wasn't quite sure of. But the feeling was familiar. Distant but familiar. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed and closed her eyes.


So there is chapter four! This was kind of a hard chapter to write just because there was a lot happening and a lot of emotion. If it doesn't make sense or something, let me know. I went through and edited it twice but it's always nice to have other eyes looking through it. As usual, hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you to everyone reading. Updates might start moving to every other week, just because I'm starting my second semester of college on Monday and wont have a lot of time to write between school, work, and homework. But I will keep updating, just wanted to give you guys a heads up.

Also not sure how I feel about the last chapter. I might come back and edit it later, or I might leave it. I'm not sure. Tell me what you guys think. Xx