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Murphy's eyes widened. Clarke didn't know from what though. Either from the way all his bullets were duds or the way he just got shot through chest. But…as Murphy went down, the life already faded from his eyes; there were two thumps that hit the ground. Her heart went into her throat as she looked next to her. Anya wasn't there. Why wasn't she there?

Her cheek tickled for some reason, like water running down her skin. She lifted her hand to touch her cheek but found dots of crimson littering her arm and hand. Her eyes focused on the object behind her arm. Everything suddenly stopped. She couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel anything, she didn't want to feel anything. Her arm dropped and so did her knees. She didn't notice the way the skin pulled away as her knees landed on the hard concrete.

Her stomach dropped and she wanted to puke. Her eyes started watering and she could feel the tears fall. Her breaths weren't coming out evenly, only in hard gasps. Her hand reached out and grabbed a strand of brown hair that littered the ground like a halo around Anya. It shook uncontrollably and the strand of hair fell to the ground. The hand fell to the ground and she used it to lean on to hover over Anya.

Blood was coming out of her mouth and Clarke instantly knew where she was shot as the blood pooled from her throat as well. Sobs tried to choke Clarke, as she looked Anya over. Anya's hand had found Clarke's wrist and had started to squeeze it hard so she could just hold onto something. Clarke raised her free hand and rubbed away the tears with the pad of her thumb on Anya's cheek as they fell. Clarke knew Anya was in pain…she knew what she had to do.

She didn't pull her hand away from Anya's but took the hand that was wiping Anya's cheeks and grabbed her dagger strapped to her leg. Clarke put the dagger near Anya's neck at the right point that would cause instant death. She knew what to do…but she was struggling. She scooted closer and took her hand off the ground, Anya still never letting go, and stroked Anya's head and gave her the warmest smile she could muster as she hummed a tune their mother used to sing to them when they had nightmares.

"It's going to be okay Anya, I-I promise. I love you." She choked out.

She held her eyes open as long as she could to help Anya through the pain but had to close them when she saw Anya's life leave her eyes. She felt Anya's hand go slack around her wrist and fall. And then she wailed her heart out. She didn't care who heard, she didn't care who saw. She briefly felt hands touch her back trying to give her comfort but it wasn't working, nothing was. Her head fell onto Anya's stomach as she screamed. Her hands fisted into Anya's clothes like she would go away. Everything was irrelevant at that point.

P.O.V Bellamy

"You kidnapped their fucking princess, I can do whatever I want. Be thankful that I'm not giving you over to them right now." He snapped out at Murphy. God wouldn't the guy listen? He still saw defiance in Murphy's eyes so he thought he could pull him away and give him a talk.

Bellamy grabbed Murphy by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him away. He didn't get very far though. Bellamy felt Murphy twist out of his hand and run towards Clarke. His heart leapt in panic and his insides clenched. When he pulled his gun up to align his sights he saw Murphy do the same. His panic fell slightly. Good thing he only gave him a gun with duds. It was obvious that Murphy would be a lost cause now. If Bellamy didn't kill him now the grounders would but slowly and painfully. At least this way he goes almost painlessly.

He took the shot and it hit. He didn't know where and he didn't care, he really didn't want to think about it. As he took the gun away from his face, he saw Murphy fall, but he also another fall. Clarke's sister. His whole body went still and his breathing stopped. He felt this weight in his stomach that just seemed to want to pull him down.

"Shit! Who fired?!" Raven's voice called out in a panic.

"I did…" Bellamy mumbled. He was busy watching Clarke slowly fall apart. His heart clenched in pain as he saw her slowly look over to her fallen sister.

"Bellamy, the bullet must have gone through Murphy and hit her." He heard Raven's voice right beside him now. Another hand gripped his arm.

"Bellamy, we might need to go." Finns voice said urgently. They couldn't leave…they needed to face this, running would only make things worse.

"Bellamy!" Finns panicked voice bled through to him.

"We're not leaving." He told to Finn. His eyes were trained on Clarke the entire time. The grounder guards surrounded them. Well mostly him. Spears were pointed at his neck and he didn't complain. Raven, Jasper, Finn, and Miller still had their guns pointed and ready to shoot if necessary. Octavia was behind Lincoln as he covered her with his body from any other danger.

His eyes closed painfully when he heard Clarke start to wail. This was not how this was supposed to go, he only wanted to keep Clarke safe but he ended up hurting her anyways. His stomach wouldn't stop giving off this dull ache and his hand wouldn't stop squeezing into fists. Daringly he opened his eyes to see Lincoln run from Octavia to Clarke. His hands rested on Clarkes back trying to comfort her but she seemed to just scream louder.

He needed to be there. He needed to comfort Clarke, his fingers were itching to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, his hands were itching to hold her hand and stroke her golden hair as she cried her eyes out, his arms begged to wrap around her frame as he soothed and comforted her. But she probably wouldn't even want to speak to him after this and that hurt more than anything.

He saw Dilios take in his daughter's fallen body with a shocked face. Dilios looked to the fallen body of Murphy and tried to make sense of what happened. Bellamy saw something that surprised him though. He saw Dilios's cheek glisten in the sun, meaning there was water there…he was crying. But it only lasted a few seconds before he saw Dilios rub his eyes furiously in anger.

Dilios caught his eyes and moved towards him.

"I know what you meant...you meant to protect us," His voice wavered slightly. "But you killed…my daughter in the middle of it and that is something I will never forgive. I will give you until morning before we come." His voice ended in a strong point. Bellamy understood. Dilios knew what he had done and why, to protect them, but ended up hurting one of them unintentionally in the end. He thanked any God out there that Dilios was giving them some time to prepare even though it wasn't much.

The guards backed off of him and went to Clarke. She was just sitting there quietly looking at the body of her sister with no emotion. She held her hand up to tell them to wait when they went to pick up her body. He saw Clarke take the bloody dagger and snip off a braided strand of Anya's hair. She stared at the strand as they took Anya away with no emotion.

He watched as Lincoln squeezed her shoulder once before going over to a frantic Octavia. He should be over there calming her down, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the broken Clarke. He saw Dilios turn around and trail his eyesight to Clarke and then look back at him. He thought Dilios would be angry but he nodded to him, as if to say 'Go ahead'.

He left the rest of them behind, Raven and Finn hissing at him to get back with Jasper jumping on his feet nervously. He slowed down when he got to Clarke and took in her face. It was red and puffy from her crying and her lip was bleeding from that bad habit of hers. He moved the gun to be on his back and crouched down in front of her. She acted like she didn't notice him and kept on starring at the strand of hair.

P.O.V. Clarke

She knew he was there in front of her. She knew she wanted him to hold her, to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright. But the length of hair in her hand and the pool of blood in front of her told her it wasn't. She wanted to cry again in anger this time but she had already cried enough at this point. She was angry. Angry at everything. Angry at her sister for standing there, angry at Murphy for even attempting to shoot them, and angry at Bellamy for killing her sister.

She knew, she knew, he didn't mean it, that he was only protecting them. But if he hadn't of let Murphy go, let Murphy get out of his grasp none of this would have happened. If he hadn't of let Murphy have the gun even though it was loaded with bullets that didn't work. If he hadn't even brought him…then none of this would have occurred. If they hadn't of come here…

Her hand squeezed the braid at the thought. They would have never have met and he wouldn't have gave her the joy of being wanted. She knew she wasn't thinking right, that she didn't have the right mindset at the moment. But she didn't care; she didn't care about anything at the moment.

"Go away Bellamy." Please don't go.

"Clarke I know you're mad but you have to listen, I didn't mea-" His voice pleaded with her and it broke her heart.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You killed her, you shot her. She's gone, I'll never see her again, I'll never talk to her again." The more she let it sink in the angrier she got, Anya was gone and she would never be able to see her again.

"Clarke I'm sor-"

"I don't fucking care! Just go away! I hate you!" Her mind was getting carried away, making her say things she didn't mean. If he would just touch her, make her listen, comfort her, then everything would be ok. He could bring her out of this, he would. But he didn't. Instead he clenched his fists in anger and she was sure his face showed the same emotion.

"I know I fucked up royally but that's a little harsh, don't you think princess?" He grounded out of his clenched teeth. Clarke didn't answer. Her eyes were wide as she took in his words. He was waiting for her to answer, to say something. She wanted to, but she didn't know what to say. She begged him in her mind to do something, she didn't want him to leave her, she didn't want him to go. She was going through this the wrong way she was doing everything wrong!

But it was too late. She watched his legs straighten up and walk out her vision. She sat motionless. Her sister was gone and so was Bellamy. Everything was wrong, nothing should have gone this way! They were supposed to make peace again and make everything better. She heard her dad say that they were attacking tomorrow and she was panicking. What could she do now?

She saw feet in front of her and hoped that they were Bellamy's, but she saw long black hair hang and knew it was Octavia. She felt her hand splay across her back in comfort.

"I'm sorry Clarke, Bellamy didn't mean for any of this to happen. I know you're hurt and I understand that…I'll try to talk to my brother for you, but with the war coming...I don't know," Clarke heard her sigh. "Everything is just so fucked up right now, I guess we'll see what happens in the end." Her hand lifted off of Clarke. Clarke watched her boots disappear.

Octavia was right, everything was fucked up. Clarke felt her eyes start to burn as she thought more about it. Her knees were hurting and probably bleeding. She knew Lincoln was waiting for her since she heard Bellamy call for them to move out which meant Octavia left. She felt so bad for them, they had just met and started a bond immediately and now it was already being severed. She knew her father and the guards were waiting on her as well behind the tree line.

So she stood up and held her head high. Her eyes stung and her fingernails dug into her palms as she held Anya's braid tight. Lincoln walked up beside her and gathered her in for a hug. But she felt nothing. She would normally find comfort in his hugs, but now there was nothing. He let her go but kept an arm around her shoulder as they walked to the tree line.

Her eyes were glued in front of her the whole time as they rode on the horses back to the village. She couldn't stop staring at Anya's lifeless body being carried by four men in front of her. Her breathing started going erratic as she thought of it. She had to get out of her. So she did. No one came after her as she ran past everyone. They knew she needed time.

She went to her favorite, hidden spot by the lake. Memories crashed into her as she got off her horse. This was where she was supposed to bring Bellamy. There was a cave in front of her and a hot springs in it. It was supposed to be perfect. And now he would never see this place or her for that matter. Her eyes narrowed as she tied the reins of her horse to a tree by the cave. She may never see him again…he would most likely die in battle.

She sat on the edge of the lake on a rock that looked over it and dangled her legs. More tears escaped her eyes as she stared down at the braid. She thought about Anya. Anya would still be with her in her heart, she could feel it. But she would never pass her in the village anymore, Anya wouldn't do her hair anymore, she wouldn't be a sister anymore.

It hurt to think of it like that. Her father must be devastated, she hadn't even thought of him and how he felt. He needed her comfort right now but she wasn't able to give it at the moment. Too many things were going on right now. But she knew one thing.

She couldn't just let Bellamy and the sky people die. She had to help, she had gotten them into this mess and she would help them out of it. She got up from her spot with a newfound determination and untied her horse before jumping onto it. She wiped away her tears. No more crying. She headed straight for Lincolns cave. She knew he would be there; he always went there to think. She should be at her sisters passing where they burned her body but she couldn't stand the thought of her sister burning like that.

She hadn't been riding for long before she got to his cave. She jumped off her horse and left it beside his, knowing they wouldn't go anywhere. She moved through the cave, her hand sliding across the wet wall. And there he was pacing.

"Lincoln." She announced her presence. His head shot up to her surprised that she was there.

"Clarke? What are you doing here?" He questioned. He stopped pacing and looked at her fully now. She stepped into the opening with a serious face.

"You know we have to do something." She said, looking into his eyes for a reaction. At her words he seemed to relax and shake his head, like he wasn't expecting her to say that.

"I thought for sure you would be all for wiping them out." He explained to her. She should be all for it, they killed her sister and kidnapped her after all.

"I should be but I'm not. It's all really confusing. They only meant to kill Murphy but the bullet passed through and k-killed her." Clarke still had trouble believing it at all. Lincoln heard her choke up and went to hug her. This time she felt the comfort it usually brings. Her shoulders fell and she let her head fall onto his chest.

"You know she's still with you Clarke. She loved you and that's all that matters." He whispered into her hair, trying to soothe her. Clarke nodded her head against his shoulder lightly.

"But you're right Clarke, we cant just let them die, we need to do something. They don't deserve that fate." Clarke pulled away from him and gave him a small smirk.

"And by them you mean Octavia." Lincoln's eyes widened and a dusty shade of pink littered his cheeks.

"W-Well…I mean.." Clarke waved her hand at him dismissively.

"It's ok, I wont tell anyone." He gave her a small smile before looking at her with a serious look.

"This means that nothing will happen between us. I know you were really hoping for something but I just can't, you understand right?" He finished with a lopsided grin. Clarke smiled up at him but then gave him a look filled with sorrow.

"Oh no, my Lincoln, you've gone off to replace me? I don't think I can handle the pain of this heart break." She said clutching her heart in mock pain. Lincoln chuckled and ruffled her hair jokingly.

"See, you're already feeling better. Now, I suppose you have a plan?" He asked hopefully. Clarke smirked up at him and pushed his shoulder playfully.

"Do you even know me? Of course I have a plan." Clarke smiled up at him. Anya wouldn't want war; she was doing this for Anya…and maybe Bellamy, but mostly Anya. She wouldn't let her hard work for peace go to waste.

"Now, here's what going to happen…"

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