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Clarke stared up at the sight, shaking her head after a moment. "Wait… it's too fast without a parachute... something's wrong." She gasped out when an explosion cloud filled the night sky and she sank down to her knees in shock. Bellamy grabbed her tightly, holding her and supporting her as she gasped out in her agony. "Shh… Clarke…" He whispered against her, slowly helping her up and leading her towards the tent that he had moved all her things into. He slowly helped her remove her boots and his own as he moved down into the bedding to hold her close to him as she started to sob it out.
Chapter Eleven: I Am Become Death
Clarke walked slowly along the damage of not only forest trees and rock, but of human remains and metallic parts of the crashed ship. So far, there wasn't any sign of her mother and a part of her was remorseful and another part was hopeful. She slowly took another step up the ridge that had been created from the impact crater and looked around once more as if seeking an answer in the debris. Bellamy was never far away from her, always on the look out as he stepped over a burnt piece of metal. His gaze falling on a burnt skeleton before he would glance back over to make sure the woman he loved was safe.
"Clarke shouldn't be out here." Finn stated as he watched Clarke with unbidden desire in his eyes.
"Her mom was on the ship. She is looking for answers." Raven stated quietly as she looked up towards Clarke to make sure she was processing everything without breaking apart, "You want to help her? Find me the black box, hard drives, anything that will explain why this ship crashed."
Clarke paused while looking at a particularly gruesome skeleton on the ground when she heard Bellamy speaking out, "Stay sharp. We weren't the only ones that would have seen this thing crash." Clarke seemed to nod, though she knew he wasn't speaking that line to her. Her eyes searched the area for any kind and she slowly took in the sight of something dripping off of a canister. She would start to bend closer to take a look at what the liquid could be when she heard Raven's shout.
"Clarke, stop!" Raven called as she put down the piece of metal she had in her hands and started to run towards Clarke while she backed away from whatever was the odd liquid. Bellamy was the first to get to her, though Raven didn't know how he was able to move that fast. He pulled her against his chest, tucking his head down on top of her own as he sighed in relief that she was alright.
"Rocket fuel?" She asked quietly to Raven who shook her head, "Hydrazine… Highly unstable in its non-solid form." Raven stated as she squatted down to dip a piece of stone in the liquid. "If this stuff meets fire than we're all pink mist." Raven would stand with a coy smile on her face like she knew a secret that the others did not.
"Fire in the hole!" Raven shouted as she tossed the pebble towards a smoldering flame not too far away, smiling as a large explosion was triggered. Bellamy would close his eyes tightly, imagining what could have happened if Clarke had touched it or if it was disturbed in any way by her movements. He would slowly let her go, tipping her face upwards towards him to make sure she was alright before he stepped back and pulled his rifle back into position. His eyes scanning the area once more as Raven turned to them to speak, "We need to clear the area."
"Okay." Bellamy stated, turning to look at the others that had come with them in case they found any survivors. "We move in formation, no straggling, weapons hot. Remember, do not shoot any of the grounders we meet unless they strike first. We are trying to get a treaty in place, people, not incite a war!" He would start to walk in the front of the formation as Clarke came to join him at his side. They would share a glance together as they fell into step.
Back at camp, Octavia and the others were starting to get worried about where the group was… it had fallen to night time with the sun long since set when Octavia made her way to the gate where Monty was. "No sign of your brothers or the others yet?" Monty asked her softly. She ignored him, looking through the slats of wood when she finally noticed it. A white flower with red stamens and she knew it was a sign from her lover that he needed to see her. Octavia would narrow her gaze, looking around to make sure no one else had noticed them or had seen Lincoln place them there. They all jerked when they heard the booby-trap alarm going off on the edge of their perimeter. "Someone hit the tripwire!" Came the call out and Octavia quickly looked to make sure it wasn't her Lincoln who had been so easily caught in the lines.
Octavia would leave the safety of the camp with Conno, Derek and a few others. They weren't far from camp when they suddenly came upon a terrifying sight. A man was curled into a ball on his right side with a long gash down his back. Octavia would slowly lean down to touch him only for the man to throw himself sideways, rolling till they all saw his very bloody and very swollen face.
"Murphy?" Octavia asked in confusion, looking over the state of him before she would look to the others. "We need to get him into the dropship."
"Octavia… he is banished…" Connor started to explain and Octavia would cut him off. "He is injured and Bellamy and Clarke can decide what to do with him. But until then we need to get him into the dropship."
Connor and Derek looked at each other before they both gave a small nod of understanding. They would both hand their rifles to Octavia and moved to help lift Murphy up between them. Slowly, and painfully for Murphy, they started back towards the camp and they both deposited him on the floor of the dropship, watching as he scurried back against the wall like a cockroach. Octavia frowned softly towards the man, trying to bring him something to drink but he only shook his head.
Derek was the one to meet the group upon their return, quickly explaining to Bellamy and Clarke that Murphy had reappeared. Clarke had barely the time to grab his arm before he started to march towards the dropship, set on wanting nothing more than to beat Murphy to a pulp and kill him.
"Where is he?" Bellamy nearly growled as he entered the dropship with Clarke right behind him. Bellamy's eyes widen when he saw the sight before him… of how injured Murphy was and just how scared he was curled up against the corner of the dropship. He would pause, staring at the sight of what had been Murphy's face at one point. "Everyone but Connor and Derek out…Now!" He bellowed to the group that had gathered to witness what was going on.
"Claims he was with the grounders." Derek stated as he looked towards Bellamy. "We caught him trying to sneak back into camp."
"I wasn't sneaking…" Came Murphy's weak and tired voice that pulled at the doctor in Clarke. "I was running from the grounders."
"Anyone see any grounders?" Bellamy asked and Clarke would shake her head softly. "We are working with a peace treaty with them."
"Peace treaty?" Murphy smirked as he gave off a soft bitter laugh. "The group I was with wouldn't even consider a treaty of any kind."
"What kind of group were you with?" Bellamy inquired angrily, looking over the man and Murphy would speak, "The call themselves the Azgeda or Ice Nation."
"Well... in that case." Bellamy stated as he would move to lift his rifle only for Finn to stop him, "You can't do that!" Bellamy would shrug him off, glaring at Finn, "We were clear what would happen if he came back." Bellamy stated, lifting the rifle to point again only for Finn to stop in front of the gun. "No. If he was with the grounders, then he will know things that can help us."
"Help us? We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him." Bellamy stated, still glaring at Finn to get out of his way. "Get the hell out of my way."
"No. Finn is right…" Clarke stated as she walked past Bellamy only for him to reach out to touch her upper arm. "Like hell, he is. Princess… do you remember what he was going to do to Charlotte?"
"I am thinking about her," She stated as she pulled away and moved to kneel down besides Murphy. "What happened to her was as much as our fault as his." She would slowly help his hand back from his chest, checking the bloody bones of his left hand as she frowned at the state of him. "He's not lying… his fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."
"What did you tell them about us?" Bellamy thundered at Murphy, wanting to know what they were up against with this so called Azgeda.
"Everything." Murphy admitted, lifting his eyes up towards Bellamy as if he were challenging him to attack him again. Clarke would lift her eyes to look into his own, seeing he wasn't lying she turned her head to look at the baffled gaze of Bellamy. Clarke would stand, moving over towards Bellamy as she spoke quietly to him. "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here, ok?" She started to move past him only for his arm to shoot out to stop her.
"What if he refuses to leave?" Bellamy asked her as she walked over to her medical supplies and he would see her shoulders rise and fall with her breath before she spoke to him. "Then we kill him." She waited for any kind of denial from him and when he didn't give any, she would grab her supply and moved back to Murphy's side to start helping him.
Clarke would kindly look towards Murphy's hand, starting to clean his wounds as best she could while everyone else started to leave the dropship. "Murphy…" Clarke started and Murphy would swallow hard for a moment and rested his head back against the wall of the ship. "Clarke… please can you not lecture?" Clarke would nod softly and gently to him, staying quiet for the rest of the time she treated his wounds.
Clarke would sigh as she washed her hands in the antibiotic moonshine that Jasper and Monty had made just for just this purpose and then she would walk out of the dropship. She wanted to go to the radio, to try to contact the Ark and hoping against hope that her mother was still on board the Ark. Only, she was surprised when she suddenly found Raven inside of the tent and fiddling with the radio.
"Ohh… sorry, Raven. I didn't know if anyone was in here."
"Clarke… are you alright?" Raven asked as she looked at the tired expression on Clarke's face.
"Yeah." She stated softly, but she didn't feel alright. She felt slightly nauseated and lightheaded at the thought of walking back towards the dropship for some reason. Maybe she just needed to get some much-needed sleep.
"Still nothing from the Ark." Raven commented, "It's like they shut it down from their side. It could be solar flares blocking the signal."
"But you don't think so." Clarke prompted softly.
"I got a bad feeling." Raven said as she slowly shook her head.
"There's a lot of that going around." She stated softly, feeling that feeling when she had seen Murphy curled up against the dropship wall.
"Clarke, wait. I wanted to … I wanted to say how sorry I am about your mother." Raven stated somberly.
Clarke would nod softly, lowering her head just a bit before she looked back up towards Raven. "Oh, my god, Clarke, your eyes." Raven exclaimed as she pushed herself up into a standing position as she looked towards Clarke as blood welled and slowly started to fall down from her eyes. Clarke looked in confusion, moving her fingers upwards to touch her cheek at the feel of something rolling down and she pulled her fingers back to see… blood. At the same moment they would hear Connor call for her and Clarke would push her way out of the tent.
When Clarke exited the tent, she would find Connor trying to walk towards the dropship, pausing as he coughed up a long stream of blood from his lips. "Connor?" She asked softly and Connor would shake his head towards her while touching his mouth. "It won't stop."
"Clarke!" Raven called as she rushed up to hand her a torn piece of cloth, a shocked look coming across her features as she looked towards Connor and the blood staining Clarke's face. Worry filling her voice as she looked at a person, she truly started to consider being a friend. "What's happening?"
Clarke shook her head, not knowing the words herself till she heard coughing and looked over to see another boy vomiting blood near a communal fire pit. "Raven, get away from us."
Raven would look back at Clarke with shock upon her features, "What?"
"They're the ones who brought Murphy in." Clarke stated, quickly getting telling Connor and Derek to get into the dropship. She would just move in to see Murphy vomiting blood upon the dropship floor. Clarke would quickly move to his side, "Murphy, hey, look at me." Clarke waited till he actually lifted his head to look up towards her, "I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the grounders."
She watched as he shook his head for a moment before speaking, "I don't know. I woke up, and they forgot to lock my cage. There was no one there, so I took off." Clarke was shocked when he said that, slowly moving herself back to sit on her folded knees and she would close her eyes tightly.
Clarke took a moment before speaking to the room instead of right to him. "They let you go."
Bellamy was just coming back into camp from a simple hunting trip, bringing the carcass in and letting the others that were good at skinned and cutting handle it. "Anything happening? Murphy isn't causing trouble, is he?" He asked as he started to walk towards the tent, he shared with Clarke only for Raven to stop him. "Clarke was feeling sick, bleeding on her face…" "What?!" Bellamy cried, trying to rip his arm away from Raven only for her to grip him tightly. "Two other kids were throwing up blood… she went into the dropship to speak to Murphy."
Bellamy clenched his jaw, quickly pushing his way past Raven and into the dropship only to quickly come to a stop when he saw Clarke kneeling next to Murphy. He rushed forward, not even thinking till she held up her hand, "Bellamy, stay back." Bellamy paused, clenching his jaw so hard he was sure his teeth were going to hurt. "Did he do something to you?" He asked gruffly, unable to stop the rise in panic he was feeling at the sight of her kneeling there on the floor. Her face pale with blood starting to trail down her cheeks. He wanted to reach out to her, pull her against him so he could hide her from everything. "Clarke…" He protested, taking two more steps forward as he looked at the blood that Murphy. "What the hell is this?"
"Biological warfare." Clarke stated as she looked back up towards Bellamy with sadness in her eyes. She watched the look in his eyes and she would give him a small frown. "I don't know what this is, Bell…, but whatever this is… Murphy was sent as a weapon."
Bellamy clenched his jaw in thought for a moment, glaring down at Murphy while Murphy was looking towards Clarke "I'm… sorry, I didn't…" Clarke would rest her hand on his shoulder softly, giving him a small but tired pat on his shoulder.
"Is this your revenge, helping the grounders kill us?" Bellamy charged him, glaring from his position not to far away.
"I didn't know about this… I swear."
"Stop lying!" Bellamy stated.
"Murphy, think… what can you tell us that's useful with this Azgeda clan?" Clarke asked as she peered at him beseechingly. "Did you hear anything?"
"They are vicious, cruel." Murphy stated.
"You want to see vicious?" Bellamy asked as he started to take a threatening step forward towards him.
"Hey, don't." Clarke protested, pressing her hand out which touched his knee. Bellamy paused, looking down at her hand on his knee and wanted nothing more than to touch her, to reassure her but he knew she wouldn't allow him to touch her. "Whatever this thing is, it spreads through physical contact." She stated, pulling her fingers away from the cloth at his knee.
"Clarke!" Finn called as he ran into the dropship and Bellamy turned, ready to through a punch at something and he couldn't get to Murphy. "You need to leave." Bellamy grumbled at him, pushing his hand against his chest and pushing him backwards. Finn would huff, looking over at Murphy's features and then looked back at Clarke. "What is this?"
"Some kind of hemorrhagic fever. We just need to contain it before-" Clarke started, looking over as Derek started to spasm against the dropship floor. Clarke pushed herself up as she moved over towards Derek, Bellamy reaching out for her only to curl his fingers back into a fist. All three of them watched in horror as Derek coughed against the ground and then stopped moving. She moved her fingers towards his throat slowly and then shook her head as she looked back up towards him.
"Clarke…" He whispered out, fear snaking through him as he looked towards Derek who had just died and then back towards her. Clarke quickly grabbed the alcohol that Jasper and Monty had made, turning to start pouring it over Bellamy's hands. "Here. Alcohol. Hold out your hand." Bellamy would rub the alcohol over his skin as he asked her, "What do we do?"
"Quarantine. Round up anyone who has had contact with them and bring them here." Clarke stated softly.
"And everyone they had contact with?"
"We have to start somewhere." She stated softly. "Connor, who was with you when you found him?" When Connor didn't answer she would press on, "Who carried him in? Think."
"The first one there was Octavia." Came his gasping breath. Clarke quickly looked up towards Bellamy as his eyes widen in response. Bellamy quickly rushed from the dropship and rushed towards the tent where Octavia would be. Bellamy was almost frantic as he got to her side, his eyes taking in her appearance and noting… nothing. Nothing was wrong with her, but he wouldn't let himself get carried away so quickly.
"Jeeze, you scared me." She muttered to him.
"How are you feeling?" Bellamy asked worriedly, watching her for a moment.
"Fine… Get out." She stated in confusion but refused to meet his eyes.
"You touched Murphy yesterday?"
"What?" She asked as she slowly sat up and looked at him.
"Did you touch Murphy yesterday?" He repeated.
"I don't know. I guess so. Why?" She asked in confusion, looking at him worriedly. "Has something happened?"
"The grounders sent him here with a virus to infect us." He stated, looking down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at him. "Derek just died from it, and Clarke… has it." He stated as he closed his eyes tightly and reopened them to see his sister staring at him in shocked pity.
"Come, Clarke needs to examine you." He stated roughly, backing up slightly so she could leave the tent as well.
Octavia sighed as she left her tent, following her brother to the dropship and she couldn't believe the shocking paleness that showed upon Clarke's face. "Clarke…" She murmured and Clarke would give her a small smile of acknowledgement.
Clarke would pull an alcohol-soaked rag to her mouth as she moved to examine Octavia, not wanting to risk infecting her if she somehow avoided being infected so far. "Okay. We're done." Clarke stated, sighing as she had to lean back against the ladder for some kind of support. "No visible signs of swelling or bleeding."
Bellamy looked hopefully at her, "So you are saying she doesn't have it?"
"I'm saying she doesn't have symptoms, but that could change. We need to keep her here just in case."
Bellamy shook his head quickly. "No way. Look at this place. She'll get sick just being here."
Clarke sighed softly, "Do you want to stop the spread, or not?" She watched the emotion play on his face, knowing he didn't want to risk his sister and at the same time not wanting to leave Clarke alone. "Look. I'll keep her on the third level with the people who aren't symptomatic yet."
Clarke watched the indecision play over his features so she would prompt, "look, think of it as a way to keep her form sneaking out again." She would ignore the betrayed look that Octavia threw at her.
"Screw you, Clarke." Octavia grumbled and Bellamy would touch her arm softly in a warning.
"I'll let you know if her condition changes." Clarke stated simply, unable to meet Bellamy's eyes as she said that and Bellamy would turn to his sister, making her meet his eyes. "O… I need a favor."
"What?" Octavia snapped him, not really happy with either of them at this moment.
"I need you… to watch over her… please." He begged softly, his worried eyes going to Clarke as she sagged a bit more against the ladder. Octavia would follow his gaze before she swallowed hard and nodded to him. "Fine…"
Bellamy would give her a small nod, his eyes looking over Clarke once more and then his sister before he stormed from the dropship. Octavia went to pass Clarke to head up the ladder when Clarke would speak, "Octavia, wait. I need you to sneak out again." Octavia met her eye for a moment before she would give her a baffled look of confusion.
"We need to know if they have any kind of cure for this… can you see Lincoln?" Clarke asked softly and Octavia would give her a nod, gripping her hand softly.
Octavia found it easier than usual to escape from the camp, having everyone distract by the blood sickness that was going on didn't hurt anything. She tried to make the time to the cave as fast as she could and she was soon twisting into it breathlessly, "Lincoln."
She gasped when Lincoln moved towards her and gripped her face gently to check her ears, her eyes and her nose. Realization hit her as she spoke, "You knew?"
"I tried to give you a warning without being seen. We got word that the Azgeda crew were going to do something against the Skaikru. We just didn't know what." Lincoln stated, reviewing her once more before he sighed and proudly murmured against her forehead, "I knew you would be a strong one."
"People are dying, Lincoln. Clarke sent me to see if there was a cure."
"There isn't…" He stated, his voice full of remorse, "The disease moves quickly and Azgeda uses it to soften the battle field before attacking. Anya has been made aware and she is moving to speak with the commander this very night."
Octavia stared at him for a moment before speaking, "Is there nothing we can do?"
Lincoln sighed softly, moving his fingers up to play with her dark hair. "No… keep them calm… keep them hydrated." He frowned when she suddenly started to pull away from him and he tried to clutch her back to him. "No, Octavia… you must stay with me."
"Lincoln… if I am immune then I need to be with my people, to help them through this. Can you… come as well?" She watched as the emotions moved over his face and he would give a small nod. "I am immune… I will come and help Clarke." She would smile brightly, helping him get his packs that he motioned to that he would need and he would start to lead her out of the cave.
Back at the camp, Clarke would slowly come out of the dropship and looked upon the people that they had already lost with sorrow. Her head lifted and her eyes searched out Bellamy's. His eyes were sad as he looked at her from across the camp, slowly he moved his way over till he was still a good distance away from her. "You have enough food? Water?"
"Yeah. Some medicine might be nice." She stated with a small chuckle and he gave her a brave smile in return. He gave a small chuckle as he spoke, "I'll see what I can do."
"Octavia, you okay?" He called out and Clarke could feel her blood freeze when he did so. She slowly turned her head to look back towards him. "Bellamy, wait. She's not here." She could immediately see the anger cross his features when she said that, walking closer to her. "Where is she, Clarke? You know it isn't safe till the treaty is signed with the grounders."
"I… I sent her to Lincoln to see if he had any idea of how to help them."
"Clarke, I swear. So, help me… if something happens to her you will be responsible." He stated in anger, his eyes burning as he looked at her.
"Bellamy…" She called out but he wasn't listening to her. He stormed towards the gate only to see someone with bleeding eyes and he would point to the dropship "Get to the dropship, now!"
Raven peered over to see what was happening only to see a girl standing near her start to pass out, "Hey, are you okay?" She watched as the girl fell backwards, being caught by two of her friends. The girl chose that moment to throw up, sending blood over her friend that had been helping her who promptly dropped her to wipe his face.
Things were quickly starting to get out of control now, friends were lifting guns at other friends and people were screaming. Clarke knew she had to break the tension so she would step back into the dropship, reaching for the rifle that she had laid there for safe keeping and walking back out into the camp. She pointed the gun up into the air as she fired, walking tiredly towards them.
"This is exactly what those grounders want. They don't have to kill us if we kill each other first. Don't you all see that?"
Clarke watched as someone moved forward, pointing the gun towards her as he spoke "They don't have to kill us if we all survive the virus. Get back in the damn dropship!"
Bellamy moved quickly, grabbing the guy's rifle and slamming it up into his face as anger coursed through his veins. He would turn to look around the came to see if anyone else was stupid enough to aim their weapon at his Clarke. He turned his gaze towards her as he frowned, "Not to state the obvious, but the quarantine isn't working."
He watched her as she seemed to suddenly loose her ability to stand and he quickly dropped the rifle to rush to her, lifting her securely against his chest and pillowing her head against his shoulder. He swallowed roughly, holding her as tight as he dared to her and looked over the camp. "Get back to work!" Clarke would frown softly in his arms, "Let me go… I'm okay." Bellamy would shake his head, walking back into the dropship with her in his strong arms. "You don't have to be all tough all the time, Princess."
"I'm sure Octavia will return with a cure." She stated weakly.
"There is no cure…" came a voice behind them as Octavia and Lincoln came into the village. Everyone took a quick step back away from him, still not used to seeing him step foot in the camp and even Bellamy tensed.
"Everyone just needs to rest, drink plenty of water and the strong ones will make it. Bellamy… if I can speak with you." Lincoln stated, inclining his head slightly. Bellamy wanted to refuse, but the welfare of the woman in his arms made him agree. He would motion towards the dropship as he would carry Clarke into the room.
When they entered, Murphy would move off of the hammock and Bellamy would slowly walk over to lay her down into the material, Octavia quickly moving to her side to help her relax and she would move to get her a cup of water and brought it to her lips. Clarke would drink it softly before pleading with her to help the others. Bellamy would press his fingers along her forehead softly and gently, touching her skin softly before he would speak over to Lincoln. "How did this happen? I thought we were getting a treaty in place?"
Lincoln would nod softly, glancing over the sick and then would cross his arms against his chest as he spoke, "The tribe that did this does not care about what the commander has to say. Once the treaty is in place, issues will be taken before the commander for retribution, but until then you can nod do anything towards them." Lincoln moved, pulling out some herbs from his pack and handing it to Octavia. "Make tea with this, it will help to relax their stomachs and nerves."
Bellamy sighed, resting against the wall near Clarke's head and watched as she finally slept. "Lincoln, how do we know that we will actually get a treaty? This is a lot of trust without any show of support."
Lincoln rubbed his head for a moment before speaking, "The commander has been impressed with you and Clarke, I am sure we will see messengers at the gate tomorrow with word of an agreement." Lincoln frowned softly, looking over as blood started to roll down Bellamy's face under his nose. Octavia was the first to see him, rushing towards her brother and holding the cloth against his nose. Lincoln would move over to someone that was starting to cough really hard and he would roll them onto his side, trying to help so he didn't suffocate.
Octavia would lay her brother down upon a mattress as he vomited blood and she cleaned his face softly. "I'm scared…" Octavia said softly as she looked down at him, holding the cold cloth against his forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you; I promise."
He smiled weakly up towards her, his hand moving to hold her own. "I said that to you… the day you were born."
She smiled softly to him, reassuring him. "I know… you told me that over a thousand times. I got you, Bell… Clarke is here with you, I'm here with you. Get some rest."
She looked up towards Lincoln who moved to them and dragged the mattress over towards the hammock where Clarke laid... letting Bellamy see that he was close to her and they both sighed in relief when Bellamy finally fell asleep. Octavia would move her fingers through her brother's hair, looking up towards Lincoln in concern. "He will be alright, won't he?"
"If he is anything like his sister, he will be bouncing back tomorrow." Lincoln stated proudly to her.
** Hey everyone. I am going to end this chapter here. I know it isn't the end of the episode, but it is getting late and I want to do the scene with Murphy some justice. I also need to plan out how Lexa comes into the picture and of course, the induction of the 13th tribe. If anyone has any ideas or comments please let me know!
