A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. I lied, this one is pretty short too. But there is more to come.

Take my hand
I'll pray for you today
I beg to see another day
Don't let me die today, die today

I can't remember the last time
That I said goodbye, or that I even tried
I'm becoming afraid, it's already to late
I'm on my knees, please help me stay alive

Murphy fell back clutching his face in pain. Blood ran down from his nose and splattered his gear.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" He yelled and went to kick the stood, but he stopped, watching the flames devour the legs. They were becoming weak, the hot fire was even melting the rubber soles of her boots. Clarke looked down at the gathering ash underneath the stool, realizing it would break soon.

Despite her situation, she smirked darkly at Murphy.

"When the stool breaks, you won't be smiling." He spat, blood ran down his lips.

"At least I tried fixing your face." She wanted to hit a nerve, anything to get a reaction from him.

"How was Bellamy in bed?" Clarke almost fell off the stool. Murphy got the reaction out of here that he was craving. She paled despite her mask. Murphy smiled evily back and continued,

"You know, in the beginning, he planned your death almost twenty different ways? God he wanted you dead, but then after the first acid fog, he stopped talking about your death and just talked about you." Murphy spit out blood, "What did it take? Moonshine? A promise of two thrones?" Clarke felt her blood turn cold at Murphy describing how Bellamy wanted her dead, the man who sure she was safe, protected…

They sat in silience for a few counts, and Murphy was getting agitated, he wanted an answer.

"So how bout it Princess? What did it take for Bellamy, the Arks Rebel, to bed the Princess?" She wanted to punch him again. Anything to survive this. The stool wobbled as a leg started to turn to weightless ash.

"Screw you, Murphy." He winked at her, from a distance, she could hear shouting. They were coming for her. Murphy laughed.

"Well Princess, looks like I'm not gonna get that answer." He kicked out the ashen leg, leaving her balancing on her tiptoes on two legs that weren't gonna make it soon. She could hear the group running for the forest, calling her name but the stool gave way, and in an instant, Clarkes air was cut off.

With Clarke missing, it was probably a good chance she was involved in the screaming. Bellamy ran faster, smelling smoke ahead. When he broke the clearing, his heart stopped. Clarke was hanging from a tree, swaying. She wasn't moving.

"MURPHY!" Bellamy screamed, his lungs and throat ached. The air felt like it had been knocked out of him. Jasper and Finn ran passed him and Finn grabbed her legs, pushing her up. Her body wobbled against the force.

Clarke, the girl who challenged him like no other, the person he could reply on in his deepest moments of darkness, the girl who fell asleep kissing him, the girl who was so full of spirt and life hung lifeless in front of him.

Bellamy felt sick.

Jasper cut her down, Finn rubbed her back, then gave mouth-to-mouth. Bellamy finally dragged himself over to her and collapsed by her side.

"Clarke,"he croaked. He looked down helplessly. She couldn't be dead...his gaze dropped to the grass, her thin fingers-he sight caught her fingers twitch "Clarke!" Bellamy yelled in relief, rubbing her arms, her eyes slowly opened, taking it all in.

She looked at Finn first. He was at her left side, holding her hand. Jealousy panged through him. It wasn't hard to tell that Finn and Clarke have or had a thing. He wanted to back away, but he also didnt want to leave her, so he pulled his hands back.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice bearly a whisper she pulled her eyes from Finn, and found his.

"Bell-" she whispered, she turned towards him and winced at the pain on her back, but she moved until her cheek met his hand. "Bell, Murphy wants to…kill you." She breathed harshly.

It was Finns turn to look on them in jealousy. Clarke cuddled closer, then fell asleep.

Clarke opened her eyes, studying the top of a tent. Soft black pelt fur under her told her exactly where she was. She turned her head, feeling a strained feeling her neck, and saw Bellamy sitting with his back to her. He had no jacket, his boots unlaced. He looked worse than her.

"Bell-" she started, but her throat refused to obey her. Bellamy turned, his eyes red and dark.

"Clarke," he scooted closer, "sleeping beauty is awake." He forced a smile but it didnt make it to his eyes.

"Wha-?" Clarke coughed, "what happened?"

"I let Murphy get a drop on you." His voice was low.

Her voice seemed to faulter so much to put much faith in it working, so instead she shook her head, grabing his neck to pull their foreheads together. They stayed like that for a while, until she had confidence in her broken voice.

"Bell...I trust...you." She whispered, her throat ached. "We...need...eachother." Bellamys eyes looked at hers, his dark eyes taking her lighter color in. He signed, sounding content.

They might be okay after all.

Aw, Bellamy, you're feelings are showing. Meanwhile, Murphy escaped. Is the camp safe or will the villian win? And how will Finn act when he finds out what the leaders are up to? Tensions are starting to grow...

The song above is "Voices" by Crown The Empire. Comment, Favorite, Follow, whatever button you find first :) love yas!