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. This has changed from T to Mature for graphic violence that will insue.

I cannot stop this sickness taking over
It takes control and drags me into nowhere
I need your help, I can't fight this forever
I know you're watching,
I can feel you out there

Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons

Clarke woke in a dank room. It was dark, but she could take out thick stone walls lined with vines and roots. There was little light, the only brightness was coming from a small tunnel in front of her. She was hanging by her wrists, suspended in air. Her shoulders ached. She had been like that for a while.

Small echos in the tunnel indicated movement. Only one person, Murphy. Clarke tried to think if she screamed before she blacked out. The echos grew louder, and Clarke quickly closed her eyes, faking it. The echos grew into footsteps that grew louder until they stopped in front of her. She could feel his hand touch her side, dragging her shirt up. Oh god, she was going to be sick...

He stopped, snorting with displeasure and walked behind her, messing with something metallic. Clarke peaked through her lashes, no one would find her here. Even if she got away, Murphy brought her here knowing no one would come this far. She was alone.

"Wakey, wakey, Clarke." Murphy's voice echoed, a shooting pain dragged itself accross her skin by her lower back. She hissed, keeping herself in check. Murphy walked infront of her, his eyes meeting hers.

"Well, well, Princess. Alone again." He grinned darkly.

"Piss off." She growled.

"You sound like Bellamy," He cocked his head in curiousity, "Been spending a little to much time with him, although, I don't see you two talking much." He smirked at his own joke.

Clarke said nothing. Just watched him watch her.

"So, I never did get an answer to my question." Still, Clarke said nothing, "What did it take for Bellamy to sleep with you? Or keep you around for that matter?" Murphy began walking around her, his fingertips brushing exposed skin.

When Clarke continued to keep her silence, Murphy closed his fists, his mouth held some amusement, but his eyes went dark.

"I will give you one more chance, answer the question." Clarke glared at him, then spit as hard as she could. It landed right below his eye. She didn't have a chance to gloat, because his fist collided with her cheek, making blood fill her mouth. The taste made her sick.

"Now, I didn't have to do that." He lifted a hand to run his thumb accross her lip, rubbing away the blood that had escaped.

"Fuck you." Clarke spat, blood ran down her chin and dripped on her shirt.

"Aw, Princess," He whispered with minor amusement, "Don't tempt me." Clarke's mouth began filliing with the vile taste of bile. "Now, tell me, what did it take?" He punched her in the stomach, hard enough to make her gag.

The onslaught continued, her eyes filled with tears, spilling over but she refused to give in. Blood was everywhere on her, and she was sure her skin was head-to-toe purple and blue. Still she never spoke, except to curse at him.

"Fine, if you won't tell me, then I'll have to find out for myself." He smiled darkly, pulling a metal table from the corner of the room.

=the100=

Against better judgement, Bellamy began the treck with the large search party. Finn was the lead since he had the best tracking skills. Linchon was behind him, Jasper followed, and Octavia stood near the front with Bellamy, watching him with a close eye.

"Octavia, I am not going to keel over anytime soon." Bellamy joked when Octavia looked him over for gazillionth time.

"I am just watching over you. You've done it for me." She smiled, looking toward Finn who was bent down looking at something. "We'll find her."

"I know. I'm just afraid of in what condition." Bellamy confessed. Octavia's smirk disappeared.

"Clarke is a fighter, she will make it."

Bellamy smiled, thinking of the way she looked when she was sleeping. She always crinkled her nose before she woke. He also thought of when Murphy tried to hang her.

He stopped smiling.

"Hey, I found something!" Finn called, Bellamy jogged up to him, ignoring the pain that filled his back. Finn pointed toward the ground, leaves piled in three spots.

"I am guessing one is the door to a bunker, and the rest are traps."

"Can you find the door?" Bellamy grunted.

"Give me a sec." Finn hissed, his dark eyes abosorbing the details around him.

=the100=

Murphy laughed at Clarkes puzzled expression. He strolled over, undoing the rope that held her up, and the floor came at her fast. Her legs couldn't hold her weight, but Murphy could. He picked her up and slammed her on the metal table, it's coldness numbed her further. She fought against him as he tied her hands to each handle. He pulled her lower body until her legs dangled off the end, then wrapped another rope around her middle to keep her still. She bucked and kicked at him, but he only smiled wider.

"Last chance, Princess." He leaned his face close to hers. She growled. He leaned closer, his tongue touched her cheek, running up her face. She shivered in disgust. When he got to her ear, he leaned closer, sucking on a spot below her ear,

"I am going to enjoy this."

=the100=

"Dammit, are you done yet?" Bellamy yelled, Finn turned and glared at him.

"We don't know what the traps are, one could alert him and he could kill Clarke."

Bellamy hated it, but Finn had a point. But, it didn't stop him, instead he walked to the closest one and kicked the pile over. Sure enough, a small 'pop' sounded. Finn looked like he could punch him. He didn't care, there was only two left.

Murphy went between Clarkes legs, his dark eyes never leaving hers. She pulled hard on her restraints, but it only made her wrists bleed. She closed her eyes, feeling the top button of her pants open, his fingers slipping under the fabric to pull it down-

A loud noise echoed through the tunnels. Murphy froze over Clarke, clearly shaken.

"That was quick." He mumbled to himself. He looked back down at Clarke, then leaned and sucked the spot right above her underwear until she was sure it left a mark darker than her brusies. He looked back at her,

"Poor Clarke, I bet you that after seeing your marks, Bellamy won't ever touch you again." Before Clarke could say or do anything, Murphy swung hard and it all went black.

Finally they found the hatch. It was bent and rusted, but they got through it without trouble. They dropped into a large stone room. It smelled like mold and musk. Two tunnels branched off the room. The group seperated. Linchon and Finn went one direction, Bellamy and Octavia went the other. The rest of the group split off without a word, hanging back from the mission leaders. The tunnel was lit by two small torches and an old LED light that was powered by a damaged car battery hooked up in the corner. The tunnel branched off again, but it looked collapsed and they continued until they reached another stone room. A rope hung from the ceiling in the shape of a noose. A metal table was under it with Clarke tied on top of it.

This room was brighter, shockingly brighter so Bellamy could see her clearly. Her face was purple and swelling. Her lips red with dried blood. Her shirt was torn and spotted with blood. Her pants were undone and he could see dark marks around the top of her underwear that peaked out. Twin marks where spotted under her ear, neck and chest. Bruises. They were just brusies. They were different, but he didn't let himself think about it. Instead he began undoing the rope that secured her to the table. The rope was covered with her blood.

Octavia helped, her eyes studying Clarke. She saw the marks. She knew what they were. Murphy was marking her, to rub it in Bellamy's face. She didn't say anything to Bellamy about it, just helped. She noticed Clarkes eyes flutter, she was waking up.

"Bellamy, step back." She ordered, he looked at her confused. "Trust me."

He nodded, hesitantly and stepped back. Clarkes hazel eyes opened a few seconds later, Bellamy twitched like he wanted to run to her, but Octavia shook her head.

"Clarke?" The light eyes found hers. A vessel was broken in her eye, making it red. Her eyes were purple and mildly swollen.

"Bell-" She croaked, Bellamy twitched again, out of her eyesight. "Don't let him...see me...please." She cried, tears spilled out, and Octavia wrapped her arms around her, letting her bury her head in Octavias hair. Bellamy looked broken.

"Why?" She cooed, stroking her hair.

"Murphy...he...he..." She broke into anothe wave of cries. "Please, he'll hate me."

"Clarke." Bellamy's voice was weak, Clarke froze.

Bellamy watched Octavia back up, letting him step forward.

"Clarke, I love you, I could never love you less." He whispered holding her tight against himself.

"Bell, he..."

"I don't care. I will make him pay, I promise." He kissed the crown of her head.

"Bellamy," Clarke pushed him away, not looking at his eyes, "If you knew, if...you knew how close he got, what he did...you'll hate me."

Bellamy looked at her, ignoring the discolorment of her face. He felt his anger boil. Murphy broke Clarke. He beat her, and assulted her. And Bellamy is going to kill him.

"Princess," She looked up at him at the mention of her nickname, "I am in love with you, and always will be, and no matter what Murphy did, you are still the woman I have loved." Clarke's face crumped, her eyes shutting tightly,

"I love you too." she whispered, then fell asleep in his arms. He was going to kill Murphy.

He was going to string that bastard up and watch him die. Bellamy found Octavia, who was silently crying in the corner.

He'll make everything okay again.

Hi guys, I know this is dark, but Bellamy saved her! Will Clarke still be the same like Bellamy hopes? And Murphy isn't out of the picture yet.

Meanwhile, Octavia being all protective over them. I hope you guys are still interested in the story. I'm so happy with the feed back that i've gotten so far. It means a lot.

the song above is one of my favorite songs, it's "My Demons," by Starset. It's a really amazing song.

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