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Bellamy rounded the corner, fearing the worst from the gunfire they had just heard. Maybe Octavia had tried to go find him and was being attacked by hostile grounders. No. She could handle herself. It had to be Clarke.
"Dude!" Miller shouted from a ways back, "Monty's dying, and Jas is almost there. We have to stop."
"No," he said, trying to sound calm, "We have to see where that gunfire came from." He turned to look at Miller knowing very well what he would soon hear.
"Clarke is fine, man." His chest was heaving and he was rubbing a hand along Monty's back as the boy tried to catch his breath. Jasper jogged up slowly behind the two and fell onto his butt, completely exhausted.
"Bellamy," Jasper huffed, "We've been running for nearly half an hour. We have to stop." Bellamy eyed the three other boys. They were exhausted.
He needed to find Clarke. Make sure she was safe. She didn't know… She didn't know what he felt. How could she? Every time he got the courage a crisis would arise where "mom" and "dad" were needed. There was never any time for them. He needed to make time.
Turning to Miller, he tossed the med kits as he spoke, "Fine. You three stay here, I'm gonna go find where those gunshots came from."
Before the three other boys could inch in an argument, Bellamy was taking off in the direction of the gunshot.
"Princess," Murphy spit out, "How nice to see you." He pushed the big grounder out of the way and began to stalk circles around her.
"When I saw Octavia I just assumed that she had went to live with the grounders. But this… this is quite the surprise. Taking leave of mommy? Such a big step."
"Oh? And you hiding behind your grounders? Scared to actually fight anyone?" Clarke spit at him.
Feigning hurt, Murphy stopped in his tracks, "Wow, Princess. That hurt. Like a knife," Murphy reached down to his boot, unsheathing a dagger, "in the heart." He inched his way closer to her, twirling the knife through his fingers.
"What are you gonna do Murphy? Slit my throat, hang me like you did Bell, or just let your grounders take care of me?" Keeping her sword up, Clarke took a slight step back, weary of the circle of grounders caging her in.
"All seem like fabulous ideas, but I have one that I think you'd enjoy." Murphy jerked his head up and a club came down, smashing on top of her head, blackness filling her vision.
