The next few days went quietly. Everyone was working to build the wall, assuming that Wells had been murdered by a Grounder. Jasper was healing, doing better, he was even walking around the camp. The camp seemed almost harmonic. Everyone seemed to realize we had to worry about what was beyond our camp. I had taken part with Bellamy and Murphy, helping to get people working. I couldn't do what Clarke had been doing, I couldn't mourn. I wouldn't, I couldn't bring myself to do so. I had to be on alert, ready to protect everyone.
I hadn't been to his grave, I've gone as far as to avoid the place where we were starting to bury our dead. Octavia and I had chatted, that was as far as I was going to go when it came to mourning. We sought out comfort with each other, Clarke was there also. When I told Octavia I was the one that had put a knife into Atoms neck. She didn't hit me however, she just hugged me tightly. Crying into my chest. I wanted to so badly to cry with them, with Clark and Octavia. But I couldn't do it. I had to keep busy, I had to make sure everyone was doing what they could to get the wall up. That was basically just needed some reinforcements, it was basically made of small logs, metal from the drop ship and bits of the parachutes.
Besides, I had no right to do anything else, Clarke had it worse. She had learned was the reason her father was executed. Wells was being a decent friend, letting Clarke hate him, just so she wouldn't hate her own mother. I didn't even come to that realization. I had just assumed it was Wells. I don't even think I would've been that good of a person, taking the hate for something like that. Wells was definitely a good person, a great friend. Better then me.
Walking into the drop ship, with some more herbs for Jasper. Walking inside I saw Clarke was missing her wristband. She must've took it off to punish her mother. I'd probably do the same to be honest. If my mother, or father had been the true reason the other got floated, and let me go on, hating, blaming someone else for it. I'd want to make them cry.
Clarke looked to me to speak, I put my hand up, "I get it." I then looked to Monty, "did it come off working?"
He looked back at me and nodded, "Should be able to talk to them by nightfall" I nodded, dropping off the herbs, as Clarke left.
"You get it?" Finn questioned, stopping me from going back outside.
Looking to him I nodded, "I think I'd do the same as well" I informed him, walking past him.
I walked over to Charlotte, who was tying some logs together, that would be used to help reinforce some of the wall, before I could reach her, someone had dropped a a tree trunk, as they were in the process of walking past me. I recognized him, Conner Ssettuba, arrested for stolen property of a guards baton, he was also once apart of Murphys little gang when we got down here. He must've realized that Murphy was fucking crazy.
"Hey!" Murphy yelled, walking up to Conner, You think the grounders are just gonna sit around and wait for us to finish the wall?" he was past me closer to Conner, "Maybe we should let the little girl and Jonah do the heavy lifting for you, huh?" I wanted to object, that Conner needed a break, kindness wasn't building that wall. We were, we needed people to keep working.
With a sigh, Conner looked up at Murphy, "I just need some water, okay? Then I'll be fine."
Then Bellamy ended up walking over looking to Murphy, "Murphy, get this guy some water" He then looked over at Charlotte, whom looked at him as well, "Hey, you got this?" In a joking manner of course, I chuckled inwardly.
But Charlotte didn't seem to get it as she stopped tying to reach for the log, only to be stopped by Bellamy, "I'm just kidding" He then looked at me, motioning for help, in the front of the log, which I did, putting it over my shoulder. We then walked, putting the log against the wall in an angle, reinforcing the wooden wall. While I held it in place, while Bellamy had started wrapping the fabric around it, tying it.
"How are you doing?" He asked as he tied, "since Wells? He was a friend of yours right?"
I looked at him, nodding, "He was, he Clarke and I were practically raised together, with at least one of our parents being on the counsel, he was better friends with Clarke though, as you may have noticed, he loved her" I informed him, "It was fun to tease him about it"
"He was a good guy, " He stated, in a kind way that just made me roll my eyes, "What?"
"you and him butted heads with each other." I remarked.
He chuckled, "Yea, we didn't agree on a lot of things, didn't mean I wanted this, he was alright in my book, for the most part"
We're then interrupted, when Octavia as she asked us in a serious tone, "You guys have a minute we need to talk, Jasper went to get Clarke" She then walked away, with a shared look, Bellamy and I followed her, into his tent. Inside were Jasper and Clarke. I looked from them to the make shift table. There were two fingers, that were the same skin tone as Wells. Next to the fingers were a knife, that was obviously made from metal from the drop ship. Meaning one of us, one of the hundred or so people outside of the tent killed wells. I was right.
The knife was black and yellow around the handle, it didn't narrow down who it belonged to. At least fifteen people had a knife with the same colored handle. We couldn't go questioning people about it. We needed people to work on the wall, it was best currently to have the group united together, to get the work done.
"Both knifes are made of the metal from the drop ship" Clarke whispered, coming to the same realization, as she examined the knife, against her own.
Jasper seemed to want another option, not liking where Clarke was going with this, "What do you mean?" Hie eyes were big.
"We're on the ground with murders, that knife was made here. Grounders didn't kill Wells." I explained to him, causing him to look shocked.
"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy question, thinking over the options, I could only hope he'd be smart about this. We needed to keep this quiet. Chaos wouldn't help us now.
"No one, we brought it straight here" Octavia replied.
"It was one of us." Clarke whispered, angerliy.
Jasper uncomfortably then asked, "So, this means we have a murder in this camp?"
"Almost half of the people in this camp are murders, there isn't just one. We're all criminals, didn't you hear?" I snapped at his stupid question, I then looked from him to Clarke and Bellamy, "We need to keep this quiet for now, or nothing will get done out there" Earning a looked from Clarke, who seemed to not be thinking with a clouded mind, rather then being smart.
"Agreed, we need to get the work done" Bellamy stated. Clarke then went to leave, only for Bellamy to cut her off, as he stood in the way of the exist.
She glared up at him, "Get out of my way!" She ordered.
"Clarke we need to be smart about this" Bellamy advised, "Look at what he have achieved. The wall, the patrols... Like it or not, it's good they think that the Grounders killed Wells."
Clarke looked taken back, then gave her retort, "Good for you, you mean? What, keep people afraid so they'll work for you? Is that it?"
"Clarke, this will only cause a riot, panic in the camp. At least with everyone thinking Grounder did it we can get things done" I informed her, she then turned to me.
"How could you say that, he was your friend!" She snapped, giving me a dirty look, "Why are you siding with him?"
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, he was. He's dead now. We have people alive right now, that need to be protected from Grounders." I walked closer putting an arm on her arm, "Don't let furry and revenge cloud your judgment, we need to be smart and focus on protecting the camp, Wells is dead. Going out there investigating criminals, on a witch hunt, will only cause us problems. Use your head, not your emotions."
"I am using my head! We really want to be stuck in a camp with a murder?" She snapped.
"You're not using your head, and there are plenty of murders as I've said" I growled, then looked at Jasper, "He's a prime example of the dangers outside our camp" I then looked back at her, "They threw a spear at him, hitting his chest, from three hundred feet. They didn't kill him with the shot. They strung him up in a tree, alive, willing to let him die as a lure. We'll keep an our eyes open on everyone, quietly try to pinpoint the murder, then we will deal with them"
Bellamy then spoke up, "I agree with Jonah on this, besides, what are you gonna do, just ask the killer to step forward?" He paused, then looked at me, "Jonah can probably advises us as to who we should watch out for, then as she said, once we figure out the murder we can deal with them. We don't even know whose knife it is."
Then Clarke held up the knife showing the inside, "Oh really?" She questioned, with a sarcastic tone. The inside of the handle of the knife had initials carved into it, "J.M. John Murphy"
"Clarke, leave it for now, I'm telling you, if you go out there and accuse him, you will cause a problem." I warned her.
"He caused the problem, killing Wells." She then shoved passed Bellamy, muttering under her breath, "They have the right to know!"
Jasper and Octavia then walked out after her, "this isn't good" I stated, walking out after them.
"Son of a bitch!" Clarke yelled, pushing Murphy roughly. catching him off guard.
He then looked at the distraught Clarke, "Ho-ho-ho, what's your problem?" He questioned, smiling. I narrowed my eyes, his reaction seemed off, for someone that apparently killed someone, he hasn't killed before. I doubt he'd be unfazed.
Clarke then pulled out the knife holding it up, "Recognize this?" She demanded.
He seemed to be confused, as he looked at the knife and answered, "Yeah, my knife, where'd you find it?" He then went to reach for the knife, the way he was acting, how he spoke his tone, all seemed normal. I doubt he could act as innocently as he was currently.
"He didn't kill him" I whispered, bolting forward, pushing Clarke back, "Stop Clarke" I ordered, "we need to talk about this."
She ignored me, pushing back, "It was found where you dropped it, after you killed Wells!" Clarke barked, shit. The camp was silent, everyone focused on the commotion.
Murphy even sounded stunned, "Where I what?" he asked quietly, caught off guard, "The Grounders killed Wells not me!" Murphy snapped. His tone, it was confirming my gut feeling, he didn't do it.
"Clarke, he didn't do it" I snapped at her, pushing her back, and glared at the rest of the crowd, as they god closer circling around us.
"Yes he did!" She declared, looking at Murphy, and he's gonna pay for it!" She stated walking closer, only to get shoved backwards.
"You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment." I whispered, glaring at her, "You're not judge, or jury. You're to wrapped up in your rage, to see tell the Murphy is telling the truth" I informed her.
She only glared at me, "Wells was your friend, how can you defend his murder? He needs to pay! And he will!"
"Oh really?" Murphy questioned, "Bellamy do you really believe this crap?"
I looked over my shoulder at Murphy giving him a warning glance, to shut up.
"You did threaten to kill him. We all heard that. You hated Wells" Clarke responded, when Bellamy didn't.
I pushed her back as she got closer again, "Just about everyone down here hated him, you included Clarke" I snapped at her, "You blindly blamed him for your fathers death, not once considering that others knew!" I received another dirty look from Clarke.
"How can you defend the murder?" she questioned once again.
"What the guard here said, plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the chancellor, that locked us up!" Murphy yelled at her, from behind me as he got close, I was the only thing between them.
"Yeah, but you'ed the only one who got in a knife fight with him" Clarke yelled, pushing me backwards, the shove was meant for Murphy I presumed.
"Yeah, well I didn't kill him then, either" Murphy replied, simply.
"he tried to kill Jasper too." Octavia spoke up.
"But he didn't do it did he?" I snapped at her, looking at her and Jasper, then at Clarke, "He's not a murder, a pyromaniac maybe" I informed her. sharing the same intense glare at her, that she was giving me.
"Come on, this is ridiculous! I don't have to answer to anyone!" Murphy yelled, taking a step to walk away. Out of my reach, out of Clarkes reach while I stood in her way.
Only to be stopped by Bellamy, "Come again?"
"Bellamy..." Murphy started, in a tone of pleading, "I didn't kill Wells. I swear"
"They found his fingers on the ground, next to your knife" Bellamy replied, he was giving into what Clarke was saying. He was bending to the majority of the group.
I shook my head, this won't end well, as Clarke spoke, "Is this the kind of society we want? With no rules? Does that mean we can kill each other with no punishment?" Clarke shouted.
I glared at her, "So, you want everyone to accuse each other for crimes that the accused didn't commit? That's not a society, that's playing judge, jury and executioner!" I looked to the crowd, "What proof is there? A knife that anyone here could've grabbed? For all anyone knows it was someone that hated both Wells and Murphy, enough to set Murphy up for murder!" I then looked at Clarke, "You saw him, he was killed caught off guard, if Murphy was responsible, there would be more proof, Wells was always on guard around Murphy!" I yelled, "He did not kill wells!"
Clarke then walked up to me, chest to chest, "They found Wells fingers with Murphys knife!"
"I'm telling you, I didn't kill him!" Murphy yelled.
Then someone yelled from the crowd, "We should float him!" there were yells of agreement.
Clarke seemed taken back, "That's not what I am saying-"
"Why not? He deserves to be floated. It's justice!" Someone yelled, as the crowd got riled up.
"Revenge isn't justice!" Clarke yelled, pleading with the choas she had started. As the crowd began chanting "Float him! Float him!"
I gave her a dirty look, "Revenge that's exactly what you were looking for. You caused this" I poked her chest hard, hoping she felt the blame.
Turning around to Murphy walking to him, I crabbed his elbow, "I need to get you out of here now" I whispered, but I had been knocked down, tackled to the ground, as was Murphy. I was being held on the ground, pinned down, my face in the mud. I could hear the yelling and kicking, Murphy was going to get killed.
"Get off him!" I ordered, managing to struggle my way out from under whomever was on me, turning swiftly to punch the boy. Then walked towards the crowd pulling people away, punching them. Only to end up being punched hard enough in the face to loose my footing, falling down into the dirt. I held my knows, feeling it had been bent to the side, pulling my hand away I saw there was blood. Getting back up on my feet, I saw they had already putt a rope, a noose around Murphys neck, pulling him towards a tree. I pulled my knife out from my pocket, I needed to cut the rope. Making my way through the crowd throwing punches with my left hand, while I used the knife to scare others to back out of my way. Murphy had been strung up, his feet resting on a barrel.
I was stopped once again, my feet kicked out from under me, dropping my knife, as I fell forward. I was then shoved onto the ground, feeling a slight pain in my side, of my chest, just below my armpit. "Get the fuck off me!" I ordered, struggling, as I did I felt the pain in my side grow. Shit, the knife must've pierced my skin and cut me the more I moved! I couldn't get up this time as I was being sat on, by more then one person, being held down. Being cut by my own knife. "Get the fuck off me!" I yelled once again!
"Bellamy, you should do it." Someone suggested, the crowd then started chanting his name. Wanting him to kill Murphy.
"No!" Bellamy, he didn't kill Wells! " I yelled loudly, pleading, this was wrong. Where was the mercy? The common sense.
I watched in horror as Bellamy gave into the demands of the people, kicking the barrel out from under Murphy. Causing his body to drop, being hung like a rag-doll. No. I felt tears dribble down my face, mixture of pain from my face and side, and the horror in front of me.
Stop it! Cut him down! Charlotte, run!" Finn yelled, coming onto the scene. Finally someone with a decent sense of mind. I began to wiggle harder, ignoring the pain, as i managed to buck upwards, sending whoever was on me backwards. Quickly I grabbed my knife, dashing forward to Murphy, standing under him I grabbed his feet putting them on my shoulders, I then stood up straight, as tall as I could, pushing him upward. Breathe Murphy!
"He didn't kill Wells!" Someone in the crowd yelled, I knew the voice belonged to Charlotte, "I did" I almost dropped Murphy, hearing the news. Thankfully, in that moment Clarke had cut the rope that was holding Murphy up, causing him to fall, down to the ground, I ended up going with, as I was under him. Shoving him off I then cut the rope around his neck off and the one that held his hands together. I then got up, matching pace with Finn as we walked towards Bellamys tent.
Inside the tent were Bellamy, Clarke and Charlotte. While inside, I had snapped my nose back into place, feeling it was alright, as no one was currently being hung. Though, I ignored the cut on my side, where my knife had cut me.
"Why Charlotte?" Bellamy questioned again, as the conversation started.
"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me." She responded, looking at him, sorrow in her eyes and voice. I felt my eyes widen, recalling the night in the cave.
Clarke then looked at Bellamy, "What the hell is she talking about?"
"She misunderstood me" Bellamy stated, looking at Clarke.
"Yeah, it's not like he wanted her to get some one hung" I growled, glaring at Clarke, she looked at me with soft eyes, I looked away, and looked at Charlotte, "Well come on Clarke you wanted revenge right? For the person that killed Wells, here she is. " I then looked at Clarke, she didn't move or say a word, "What, so it's okay if it was Murphy, but now that it's a little girl you can't bring yourself to hate her? now you're using your god damn brain. The hypocrisy. "I shook my head, then looked at Bellamy, "I doubt Murphy is going to let this slide, I mean you did just kick the barrel out from under him. Neither of you stopped it, doubt either of you would've stopped it, if she didn't speak up" I looked at Charlotte.
"Please don't let them hurt me..." the little girl whispered, here eyes large and fearful.
I looked at Clarke, "Moron" I whispered, then at the little girl, "We need to sneak her out of here. She won't be able to live here with Murphy around, he's impulsive, and will want to kill her." I then looked at Bellamy, "Then again who can blame him for wanting to kill anyone within this camp?"
"You've made your point" Finn stated.
"Bring the girl out!" Murphy yelled ground outside.
"Speak of the devil" I muttered, looking at the girl.
"Those are your boys out there Bellamy, stop them" Finn stated, looking at Bellamy.
"It's not my fault! If Clarke would've listened they'd still be building that wall!" Bellamy snapped, in a panic.
"I doubt Murphy will see it that way. If you were to explain that to him, he'd realize how weak of a leader you are" I retorted, "You're both are pathetic" I muttered, looking from him to Clarke, who looked like, if she had a tail it would currently be between her legs. Good.
"You wanna build a society princess?" Murphy yelled, "Let's build a society, bring the girl out!"
"No, please Bellamy... " Charlotte cried.
Bellamy sank to his knees, getting onto her level, holding her shoulders, he looked at her,"Hey, Charlotte... It's gonna be okay, huh? Just stay with them" Bellamy whispered looking up at the rest of us, then he walked out.
I looked at Charlotte, then to Finn, "You take both of them somewhere safe, I'll create a fake trail for them to follow, disappear into the woods" I ordered him.
"Jonah, your arm" Clarke whispered walking over, reaching for my arm, only to have her hand slapped, "you're bleeding, I need to check it."
With a glare I looked at her, "You, need to get out now! I'll have Octavia help patch me up, now get lost!" I snapped at her, shoving her back, then I looked at Charlotte, "Do exactly what they tell you, and you might just live to see tomorrow"
I helped them out the back. Once they were gone, I looked at my armpit, at the cut under it, it was sleep bleeding pretty badly. Going to walk out the tent, I'm stopped as Murphy walks in, looking around the tent then at me.
"Where are they?" He demanded, I looked at his face, covered in dirt, and bruised. His neck had the impression of the rope still.
"The woods I'd presume" I answered, walking past him, "I need to find Octavia, I mumbled as I walked past him. Seeing the crowd, I also saw Octavia on the ground with Bellamy and Jasper, who looked like they were knocked out. Walking over I crouched down, putting a hand on each of their necks, "They'll be fine, help me put them in the tent" I requested, she nodded as we took them in one at a time, setting both onto the makeshift bed.
"Are you okay?" Octavia questioned, looking to me as we walked out, there were still people here in the camp, seemed that only a small group went with Murphy. They all looked at me.
I looked at her, motioning she go to the drop ship, she nodded walking towards it, while I looked at the camp, "Get to work, build that wall. We still have Grounders to worry about!" I ordered them all, they all slowly went to work, "Miller, Mclntyre" I called, the two walked over at the call of their last names, I looked at Harper Mclntyre, "Keep an eye on Bellamy and Jasper, let me know if they wake up or if something happens, alright?"
"Yeah, sure" She responded walking past me into the tent.
I then looked at Miller, "make sure everyone keeps working, alright? "
"What makes you the one in charge?" He questioned, in a curious manner, not in a degrading.
I let out a sigh, "Someone needs to keep the peace, with out princess gone and our little king passed out" I responded, walking away towards the dropship.