Chapter 4

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A/N 2: Oh yeah and I just realised that I haven't done a disclaimer yet so: I don't own the 100 or any of the characters. Okay and with that enjoy!

Clarke POV

I wake up, my head pounding and I go to put it in my hands when I notice I can't. They're restrained on both sides of me and then it all comes flooding back. The friendly young boy knocking me out and him taking me to…wherever I was. I look around, straining my eyes in the pitch black room. I can tell that I'm inside somewhere from the metal walls against my fingertips. Maybe he just dragged me up to a higher level of the dropship.

But what could this boy want with me? Could he be a friend of Murphy's seeking revenge? I don't think I ever saw them together…

And then, mid-thought a dim light turns on as I squint my eyes as they adjust. I take in my surroundings, the shelves and the old torn couch. I was in the Art supply store. But how did he find this place? I thought only Finn and I knew about it…

"I see you're up, had me worried then..." A voice says from the shadows. It didn't sound like the boy from earlier, the voice was too mature. I stay silent, frantically trying to figure out who this could be.

But who else was it going to be than the one and only Murphy. His presence didn't surprise Clarke as much as it annoyed her. She replied through gritted teeth.

"What are you doing here Murphy?" Clarke said as the delinquent came out of the shadows.

"You know Clarke, I don't take too kindly to people hanging me, find it a tad bit inconsiderate" Murphy's said as Clarke swallowed.

"Murphy I didn't hang you, remember?"

"Oh yes Clarke, you're very right but what did you do?" Murphy said stepping dangerously close to her. Clarke stayed silent, looking into his eyes.

"I SAID WHAT DID YOU DO"

"I-I accused you" Clarke mumbled "But I never knew that they were going to react like that!"

"So what do you want me to do Clarke? Hang everybody who cheered on the man who kicked the stool from underneath my feet? Or perhaps the one that put the noose around my neck…" Clarke tensed when he said the last part. It was Bellamy who put the noose around Murphy's neck. He was being reckless as always.

"Murphy, you don't have to do any of that…don't you want to start anew? Why would you act like this when you could just be civilised?" Clarke said, regretting the last word.

"Civilised, Princess? You mean like you?" Murphy said with a slight chuckle, revealing a knife that he had kept in his pocket. Clarke tried to move backwards, pushing herself against the wall; she could never be far away enough from this vile man.

Clarke closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. How was she going to get out of this? Was there any way to get out of this? As much as she hated to admit it; she needed someone to save her.

Bellamy POV

I carefully followed the tracks which, now I can see are clearly the marks of someone being dragged. At the beginning of the tracks by the dropship, there was a bit of blood but no more after that.

About fifteen minutes later the tracks stop. They couldn't stop there could they? They couldn't just vanish into thin air? Then about twenty metres in front of me I see a young boy, no older than fourteen and our eyes lock. Was he lost? I thought to myself. Then he started charging at me with a metal object in his hand, which I couldn't identify at the time. Caught by the element of surprise, his weight on me caused me to fall on my back with this boy on top of me but I quickly pin him on the ground with both of his hands above his head, I bring back my fist and punch his face until he eventually blacks out.

Just by where the boy was standing I see it, some sort of hatch. I twist it and open the door, only to see Murphy standing over someone with a blade in his hand. Of course this is bloody Murphy's doing.

"Ah, look who's joined the party" Murphy sneers "How interesting.." he says as he slowly steps back, revealing the girl, no, Clarke, her face covered, and I mean covered in gashes, not a centimetre of her face was free of cuts. They travelled down her neck.

"The Princess and the King, what a perfect match" Murphy chuckled

I could feel my blood boiling and fists clenching as I tackle Murphy to the ground, punching him repeatedly after he blacked out.

"Stop!" Clarke screams, is she crazy?

"Clarke are you crazy? He's the reason Charlottes dead, he's the reason you almost just died!" I shout.

"Bellamy you are not a killer! You may be a lot of things but a murderer isn't one of them, you won't be able to live with yourself!" Clarke responds her voice cracking and as much as I hate to believe it, I know she's right. I get up from above Murphy, take his knife and cut Clarke free.

Clarke POV

He did it, Bellamy Blake saved cutting me free he brings me into an embracive hug, his large hands sprawled over the small of my back. My face nuzzles into his shoulder as I whimper slightly, remembering the pain of Murphy's knife digging into my skin.

"Okay Clarke I'll make you a deal" Murphy says cruelly, a gag now around my mouth. A cut for every person who wanted me dead, and if I'm not wrong that's about 99… but I'll add one on for good luck" He said with a cruel sneer.

As soon as he heard me wincing he released me, inspecting my face.

"What the fuck did he do to you" He whispered, more like he was talking to himself than to eyes were full of hated and if I wasn't mistaken it looked as though he was scared…for me.

Of course I hadn't seen what I looked like yet but I noticed that I was shaking with fear. I brought Bellamy into a hug again, ignoring the pain and whispered in his ear.

"Looks like you won't be the only one with a scar."