I am feeling super inspired by season 2, it's SO GOOD!

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I adore season 2 Bellamy and Octavia and season 2 Murphy! Finn is irking me a little bit but I still like him more than last season! Clarke is being badass and I cannot wait for the next episode – the stills of Bellamy and Clarke give me so many feelings (':

Clarke POV

"You're going to regret that you ever lived Murphy." Bellamy hissed, his voice even lower than usual, smothered with venom and hatred.

"Oh I already do," Murphy sneered, stalking over to him and giving the tree stump a kick, causing Bellamy to sway, the rope around his neck digging into his skin, purpling, "But seeing the breath squeezed from you ought to make me feel better."

Even though I wanted to save Bellamy with every ounce of my being, I couldn't bring myself to hate Murphy. There were half-healed cuts and bruises painted across his face; evidence I knew, that was from his time spent being tortured by the grounders. His blue eyes were such a stark contrast against the blood and dirt, and they were full of hatred that matched Bellamy's. I knew that if I were in his position, I too would want to punish the person who had put me there.

"Murphy, this isn't the right thing to do!" I stepped forward, squeezing my hand into a fist at me side.

I could see Bellamy's gaze shift toward me and I met his eyes briefly, eyes that softened when they met mine, eyes filled with a cocktail of relief and anger. Then I turned away, focusing on Murphy.

"We've been through this princess," He replied in irritation, his hands beginning to shake, "I suffered a much worse fate for crimes I didn't commit, so why should he get away with something he did do?"

"Murphy," I whispered, stepping forward, trying to sound gentle, "What you went through was awful and what Bellamy did was unforgiveable but—"

"But what?" he hissed, "But he's a good person? But he deserves to live? No one considered that when I was strung up and then thrown to the dogs!"

"He's got a point."

I swung around to see Raven; her wrists were tied in front of her, her eyes were tired and matted blood on the edge of her hairline.

"If someone did what Bellamy did to Murphy, we would kick them out of the camp. We did. Both of them committed crimes we agreed wouldn't be acceptable in our new camp, but we made a choice of one over the other. We collaboratively made the decision to basically give Murphy to the grounders because he was defending his life, just as we are," She sighed, "But that doesn't mean that this is right."

"Raven's right," I said, "You can't punish Bellamy for a crime that we all committed against you."

"Clarke don't—" Bellamy's husky voice started.

I cut him off, "Murphy, we have far too many enemies down here to be fighting against each other, please, stop this and we can figure something out, we have the grounders to worry about and we're all stronger if we work together."

Murphy appeared to deliberate for a second, "You're right Clarke," He replied, and a flash of sadness flickered across his eyes, "But someone has to suffer for the torture I suffered."

Before anyone could move he'd stepped up to Bellamy and kicked the tree stump out from under his feet. Everything was suddenly moving so fast, Bellamy gasped for air, his body dangling, writhing, his face turning red and purple.

"NO!" I screamed, running toward him, only to be stopped by someone who gripped my arms and hauled me away.

Everyone was yelling and I felt as though I was back in the camp and it was Murphy hanging from his neck. But this time Murphy stood a few feet from Bellamy, the only stillness in the chaos, watching Bellamy with a strange blur of emotions twisting across his expression.

Bodies moved in front of my vision as I was yanked further away, and I only caught glimpses of Bellamy's desperate writhing and it was then that I realized that I was screaming. There were gunshots and yelling.

I tried to yank myself free but there hands were tight around me, I heard Octavia scream for her brother, a loud desperate cry and then the chaos increased. Suddenly there were more people, one of them ran at Bellamy and hooked their arms around his waist, relieving the tension from his neck and then the rope was cut and he was falling, bringing both of them to the ground.

The person holding me gave a grunt of pain and loosened their hold. I yanked my elbow up hard and fast and made contact with what I assumed was a nose, there was a crack and I was free.

Both Raven and Octavia had been freed from their captors and Octavia was crouched beside Bellamy, I couldn't see Raven, but I immediately recognized the two other figures who'd arrived as Finn and Jasper. Jasper was pushing Murphy to his knees and hooking a rope around his wrists. Most of the others had fled or were standing around wearily, unsure of what to do now that their leader had seemingly given up.

"Clarke," Someone was calling my name, gently but urgently, "Clarke we need your help over here."

Finn was motioning to me from beside Bellamy, his eyes gentle and sympathetic.

I realized I'd been standing frozen for a few moments and I shook my head and quickly made my way over, fearing the worst.

Bellamy lay unconscious, a purple bruise stretching across his neck, but he was breathing.

"Clarke, we need to access the damage to his neck," Finn continued, in a voice I'd never heard him use, and for a moment my eyes burned as I recognized my friend Finn, not the Finn who I'd had to deal with recently.

I nodded, trying to ignore the pain I felt when I looked upon Bellamy's unconscious form. I gently pressed my fingers into his neck, feeling for any sign of further damage. There was a sheen of sweat across his forehead and cheeks, the freckles on his cheeks made me want to cry all over again. I hated seeing someone so strong, helpless like this. He groaned slightly but didn't regain consciousness, and I let my fingers linger gently on his skin. Thankfully I couldn't feel any particular problems, and despite how nasty the bruise looked, it appeared that apart from that he was unharmed.

"I, I think it's all okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "Are the others okay?"

"Yeah I think—" Finn was cut off by someone yelling me name.

"Clarke get over here!" Jasper, having secured Murphy with his wrists and ankles tied called to me from his crouched position beside a body.

It didn't take me long to recognize the dark ponytail and sarcastic stream of words that were coming out of her mouth.

She was conscious and cursing, her skin pale, tinged almost green, both hands pressed to a wound on her hip.

"Raven, let me see," I demanded, crouching at her side and gently prying her fingers loose, "Let me—"

I bit down hard on my lip and tried to hide my reaction from her. She'd been shot, probably by a wayward bullet and from what I could see the bullet was buried deep in her flesh and there wasn't an exit wound.

"Pretty bad huh?" She said whispered, wincing, "I wonder which asshole it was."

I took a deep breath, "Raven, we need to get you back to the drop ship now."

We managed to make a quick makeshift stretcher for Raven and Bellamy, who still hadn't regained total consciousness, something I didn't want to think too much about, was being carried over the shoulder of the extremely burly Lincoln. Octavia had briefly introduced me to him before he'd thrown Bellamy over his shoulder with surprising ease. Murphy, who still hadn't said a word had, had his ankles untied and was being pulled along by Jasper. Finn and I carried Raven's stretcher and a few of the people who had followed Murphy wandered beside us. Both Diane and Ella had disappeared.

I spent the next hour cleaning Raven's wound and doing the best that I could to disinfect it and ensure that no infection could occur, but it would be almost impossible for me to take out the bullet. I knew that if I attempted it there was a very large chance that I could get too close to her spine and cause even further damage.

Raven didn't react well to this news. It took me a while to calm her down – the prospect of never walking properly again or having the constant pain in her hip was not something anyone wanted to consider. Eventually I calmed her down and gave her some medicine we'd created that had sleep-assisting, pain numbing properties and she fell asleep.

By this point I was exhausted. I started to clean up and organize Raven so that she'd be comfortable for the night. Finn had already volunteered to keep watch over her and had just ducked out to grab some food.

"Clarke." His voice was soft, it wasn't a question, more like a sigh.

He stood in the doorway of the drop ship, the fading blue light of the evening gentle on his features. He wore a navy shirt and the scratches on his face were clean, although the bruises around his neck were still prominent. His eyes were warm and held an emotion that made my heart ache. He opened his arms.

I exhaled, tears burning the back of my eyes. I stepped forward quickly, wrapping my arms around him, hooking my chin over his shoulder, pressing my palms against his back and burying my nose in his shoulder. His arms slipped around me, holding me tightly against him, burying his face against the side of my neck, his curls tickling my cheek, his lips pressed to my shoulder blade.

"Brave princess." He whispered.

I inhaled his scent, reaching one hand up and gently running it through his soft curls, "I thought they'd killed you," I whispered back, my voice muffled against his shirt, "I thought you'd come to save me and they'd killed you."

My throat was beginning to ache with unshed tears and I pressed my mouth against his shoulder to stop myself from crying.

He squeezed me tighter, running his nose across my shoulder, "I knew you wouldn't let them."

"I did though, you would have died, and I couldn't do anything." I whispered, my voice thick with the tears that were beginning to trickle down my face.

He pulled his face away from my neck, pressing his palms against either side of my face, his own face inches from mine, his eyes piercing into mine. He used his thumbs to wipe the wetness from my cheeks, "You've already saved me enough princess, it was someone elses' turn." His lips pulled up in an amused before he pressed his lips against my forehead, "Let's go to bed."

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