AGAIN super slack updating! Sorry! But I am loving the new season of the 100!

SPOILER ALERT:

It just reminded me how badass Bellamy, Raven, Octavia are! Clarke is annoying me a bit but I completely understand where she's coming from! I also am really liking Finn and Murphy, which might explain some of the things that happen in this chapter – but both of them have really developed as characters and it makes me regret the way Finn is portrayed in my story! Anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, I hope you guys enjoy (-:

Bellamy POV

The grounder was putting me on edge. He walked slowly, pausing now and then to gaze at his surroundings, inspecting seemingly inconsequential trees and branches, his movements silent, a strange juxtaposition against his large form. Octavia treaded silently along beside him, now and then pressing her fingers against his arm, a familiar touch.

Raven walked beside me, holding a knife loosely between her fingers, her dark ponytail loose, expression calm.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling loudly, damn Clarke for getting herself into this trouble and damn our uncertain position on this Earth. At the beginning of this stupid expedition all I'd wanted was to keep Octavia safe and now here I was, and these were my people.

"It's just up here," The grounder said quietly, gesturing toward his right, "They're hidden in one of the cave formations, there's two guards outside the entrance to the cave and no outer security; you'll get in easy enough but it's difficult to determine how many of them are inside and armed."

"You aren't coming with us." the realization settled uncomfortably in my stomach.

He shook his head, "They're your people, I don't need to involve myself in this."

I shrugged, "Fine, O, Raven let's go."

"Octavia isn't going." The grounder stated firmly, wrapping his fingers around O's upper arm, keeping his expression locked with mine.

I clenched my teeth together, my fingers wrapping around my weapon, "Can't say I don't agree with you grounder, but she isn't going anywhere with you."

"Will you two cut it out?" Octavia snapped, ripping her arm out of his, "Just because I am a female it doesn't justify you two having any control over me, nor do I appreciate being talked about in third person."

Raven rolled her eyes, "Bellamy, stop being a controlling boy and you, grounder, if you knew Octavia you wouldn't question her ability to take care of herself – now let's go before our friend gets strung up by her neck."

A momentary image of Clarke hanging from her neck, her skin pale, limbs limp, made me nauseous.

"She's right, let's move," I demanded, "Grounder, do us a favour and don't alert your savage friends about our lessened numbers."

Clarke POV

It was an odd experience being so close to Murphy. He'd demanded that I stich up a deep cut that lanced across his cheekbone. It was beginning to get infected so I'd made up a leafy mixture to prevent further infection. He was sitting down on a rock and I was standing in front of him, his face upturned toward mine, eyes watching my face as I concentrated on what I was doing. His skin beneath all the damage was pale and young, and I knew that he couldn't be any older than me, his eyes untrusting, his body tensed to throw himself at me if I were to do anything wrong.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked quietly, my fingers gently probing the wound.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a cruel, miserable smirk, "Isn't it obvious?"

I shrugged, meeting his eyes briefly before preparing to push the needle underneath his skin, "Not to me."

"You all tried to hang me," He hissed, his hands beginning to shake, "That girl murdered one of the camp and Bellamy hoisted me up by my neck and watched as I almost choked to death."

A cold sadness began to spread through my chest, it had happened when our group was so unformed, so unstable, and Murphy had been a threat. But I could see that the betrayal had cut him to the bone; he had looked up to Bellamy and it had almost cost him his life.

"I can't excuse that," I sighed, pausing and meeting his eyes again, "But what is creating are rebellion going to do?"

Suddenly his hand was wrapped around my wrist, bringing the needle dangerously close to his eye, "Because this is going to turn into another version of the Ark, because I was kicked out of the camp, and tortured by grounders because someone made the wrong assumption, because I was again judged on my position, because a little girl was forgiven because she was a little girl who apparently could not make decisions. So I was chosen as a more suitable suspect, because I was unliked, this, this group of people here will end up dead because of who they are, because of who they were on the Ark." He spat.

His entire body was shaking at this point, his wide bloodshot blue eyes locked with mine, a ferocious determination, a vicious pain.

"I, I'm sorry," I whispered, "Murphy, it doesn't have to be like that."

"It already is," his grip softened on my wrist and he dropped back down into a sitting position, shrugging, "Why not become the thing I was wrongly accused of being?"

Before I had time to rethink every opinion I'd ever had of Murphy and wonder whether it was me he intended to kill, a wail cut through the silence.

I yanked the needle away from Murphy's face, I hadn't even had time to pierce the skin – the gash was a strange green colour from the mixture, giving his skin an even stranger tone. He leapt to his feet, yanking some rope from his pocket and securing it tightly around my wrist with surprising speed.

"DIANE!" He screamed, a manic sound, contrast to the side of him I'd just witnessed, "What the hell is going on?"

Diane appeared at the door, blood running down from her hair line, "The bastards are here," She gasped, pressing her hand to her stomach catching her breath, "Bellamy, his stupid sister and that other girl, and some other fucking psycho who looks like a grounder!"

Then her eyes slipped down to where the forgotten body of Reynolds lay curled in the corner, "N Nooo!" She wailed, throwing herself onto his limp form, "No no no!"

"Diane, we're under fucking attack, get off the ground!" Murphy snapped, yanking her to her feet, pressing his palms against either side of her face, "He was always going to die, okay, but that doesn't mean you have to, pull yourself together."

I felt as though I was intruding on a moment, Murphy's eyes were determined, holding Diane's face firmly between his palms, but he wasn't threatening her, he was willing her to grasp whatever strength she had left and use it, he was protecting her, helping her.

She nodded, tears pooling in her eyes, "Can we kill her?"

He smirked, "All in good time."

Bellamy POV

I had never been so thankful for someone I hated so much in my entire life. The grounder had decided to stick around and was becoming an invaluable asset. We had managed to knock out the two guards beside the door easily enough, using my fist and the grounders knee.

The rebels were scattered and seemingly unprepared and as the four of us raided their makeshift home, it felt as if there was entire army of us. That was before the bulk of their group appeared from the surrounding tunnels.

"Octavia look out!" I yelled, and Octavia ducked just in time to avoid being punched in the face by a rebel who was subsequently knocked out by the grounder.

This had been a terrible idea. Panic for Octavia began to filter through my veins, panic and frustration at Clarke quickly followed.

"Raven watch your back!" Before Raven could acknowledge my voice she was knocked to the ground, her head making contact with a rock, her body going limp.

To my right Octavia and grounder were struggling against five and before I could step over the unconscious body in front of me to help them, something very heavy made contact with the back of my skull and for a moment I saw stars, before black blanketed by vision.

Clarke POV

Diane and Murphy had left me in the confines of the room whilst they headed off to confront the threat, leaving a guard at my door. I could hear screams and scuffles and bumps and wails but I couldn't see anything and the suspense was killing me. I needed to be out there, fighting. There was no way that four of them could take on all the people here. The minutes dragged on and every time I heard someone scream I cringed, pacing across the cave, trying to figure out a way out. I had to take out the guard.

His back was to me, and I recognized him as the boy who had knocked me out. How fitting.

There wasn't anything that could be used as a weapon around me, but I did have my shirt. I had a singlet underneath so it wasn't like I would be henceforth walking around topless, but I did feel slightly self-conscious as I ducked into the corner of the room and slipped the shirt over my head. The guard, stupidly had his back to, his gaze focused on something down the end of the corridor, his stance fidgety, I knew he ached to join in the fight.

I inhaled slowly, getting a good grip on the shirt before lining myself up and throwing myself at his back. I managed to loop the shirt over his head easily, covering his entire face in the dark fabric, and locking me knees around his waist so I that I was clinging onto his back.

He bucked, flailing his hands around, attempting to aim the gun up toward me. Using one leg wrapped around his waist to support myself I kicked the opposite leg upwards, knocking the weapon out of his hands. His body writhed and I struggled to keep my grip on his back, my legs aching, his fingers scrabbling at the shirt, trying to give get oxygen.

Suddenly he threw himself backwards against the wall, and my back smacking against the rocky wall, pain ricocheting up my spine, across old bruises and creating new ones. I groaned, barely retaining my grip, and releasing my hold briefly on the shirt I tucked my thumb inside my fist and punched him hard across the jaw. He staggered for a second, before dropping to his knees and falling flat on his face groaning.

Panting, I pressed my hands against my knees, using one hand to slowly feel for any damage on my back. The skin was tender but that appeared to be the most of the damage.

"Oh, princess, you're just in time for the fun." Murphy's calm voice destroyed any feeling of victory within me.

He'd just walked around the corner, a new cut on his lip, seemingly unperturbed by my escape, "Come, there's something you should come and watch." He gestured to me to follow him and walked back down the corridor.

I stared warily after him, grabbing the handgun that the boy had been holding and tucked it into my boot, covering it with my pant leg as best as I could.

Even though Murphy had disappeared from sight, I didn't have to second guess where it was he was leading me; cheers were erupting from outside the cave area, chants of, "Let him hang!"

I knew what I was about to see before I stepped out of the cave entrance.

Hanging from his neck, his tip toes wobbling on tree stump, hands tied in front of him, hair matted with bloody, fresh blood trickling over his skin, expression furious, was Bellamy Blake.

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