18. Charlotte

Octavia was many things, but stupid was not one of them. It was clear something had happened between her brother and Clarke, and that something had obviously taken a turn to the worse based on how they avoided each other like a plague and the fact that Bellamy had return to old habit of sleeping with the first hoe he could find. She didn't know why he did it or why he changed his sexual partner every day, but she knew that it was meant to hurt Clarke. And unfortunately it worked since she saw the heartbroken expression on her face when she saw his latest hoe of the day leaving his tent. Octavia had wanted to comfort her, even though she was still hurt that Clarke hadn't been very forth coming with her past she still cared about her friend, but she decided against it when she saw Clarke heading back to the medical bay. Clarke didn't look like she wanted company right or at least her company, so instead she decided to confront the only other person who knew what was going on. That is why she walked swiftly towards her brother's tent and opened without any restriction or value of his personal privacy because at that moment she was too pissed to care about Bellamy being fully clothed or not.

"Bellamy Blake, what did you do?" She exclaimed. She closed the tent entrance behind her, but it was really no point since it wouldn't take long before half of the camp would know that they were fighting and what exactly they were fighting about.

"Jeez, O, don't you care about privacy?" Bellamy groaned. His chest was bare and was thankfully otherwise clothed. She might have grown up with her brother for sixteen years, but that didn't mean that she wanted to know every little detail about him either. Just the thought was traumatizing enough.

"No, right now I seriously couldn't give a damn about your privacy," Octavia replied hotly. She put both hands on her hips and glared frustrated at him before she continued saying, "What are you doing? Hurting Clarke by sleeping around with all the hoes in the camp. Seriously, bro, if this is to hurt her for keeping her background a secret then I must say it might have been a good thing after all that she hid it from you."

Bellamy glared back at her, but his eyes were a lot darker than hers and it wasn't because of difference in eye color. He looked like he was close to strangling her for mentioning Clarke and her actions, however they both knew that there was no way he would do such a thing no matter how angry he was with her. Which is why she continued to poke his side, to get him to come clean about his thoughts and feelings.

"She doesn't trust me or anyone else in the camp!" Bellamy shouted. "I learned the truth from her, but it doesn't change the fact that she didn't trust us enough to come forth with it."

Octavia sighed tiredly. Bellamy was the best big brother a girl could ask for, but once he pushed your buttons you wanted nothing more than shoot him in the leg just to get him to leave you alone. She ran a ran through her hair before she said, "I knew about Clarke living on the Ark, although she didn't give me any details about it."

Bellamy looked more than nothing furious over the fact, but she wasn't going to let him be an ass about it."

"Clarke probably had a good reason to keep it to herself, but that doesn't explain why you are so affected by it. There is something else that pushed you over the edge, so what is it?" Octavia asked. Bellamy turned his gaze away and his arms were folded against his chest. The darkness in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by hurt, sadness and love. She didn't understand at first, but the pieces began to line up.

"Something happened between you two?" Octavia said, but this time she said it gently and comforting. If that was the case then it was obvious that it hadn't ended very well with either of them.

"We kissed, but she rejected me," Bellamy said quietly. He wouldn't look up to see her, but she didn't have to know that he was hurt, possibly heartbroken because of it. "She said she couldn't do it, but didn't really explain why."

Octavia was shocked over what her brother told her. She knew very well that Clarke had strong feelings for Bellamy, no matter how hard she tried to hide the fact it wasn't hard to see that she was in love with him, so why would she reject him when he felt the same about her as she did for him?

Octavia had no clue and wanted to be angry on Bellamy's behalf, but then she remembered the heartbroken face on Clarke's face when she saw his hoe earlier. Clarke was pushing him away for some reason despite her feelings, but what could be stronger than her feelings that were worth rejecting him and break her heart at the same time?

Maybe Lincoln knew the reason, but the best way to get to the bottom of this was to talk with the blonde or more specifically Bellamy needed to talk with her. And she told him so, which he was very reluctant and set against in doing, but when she took the reasonable approach and said that the only way he was going to get closure and be able to truly move on is to know the truth behind the rejection. He grumbled to himself and reluctantly put on a shirt and went out of the tent and headed out in the direction of the medical bay. Octavia left her brother's tent shortly and went to check up on Monty and Jasper, but she planned to see Lincoln and hopefully he could help with Clarke because based on what she had learned nothing happens smoothly.

Holding Charlotte's body close in front of her with her arms wrapped around her protectively as she continued to glare at Murphy. Clarke didn't trust the guy for a second with either of their lives, especially after he decided to lock them both inside without any escape route than the door where they came in. They were simply trapped in a lion's cage and the lion in this case wasn't harmless as he twirled his knife between his fingers, like he was waiting and planning how to use it.

"I will be blunt with you, princess," Murphy said. Clarke frowned over being called princess, especially since she considered it being Bellamy's nickname for her, so it was obvious that she really didn't like to be called that by anyone else. Besides it reminded her too much of the life back on the Ark, a life she had abandoned a long time ago. She was no longer the same person and she was certainly not going to be the damsel in distress with Murphy as her villain. "With you being here in the camp as well as with your background you poses as threat to what we have going for us here on the ground. Your role has changed everything we had built here from the start and you keep trying to change it to suit your ideal of living on the ground, which we can't have anything off."

Clarke didn't say anything, but it wasn't due to fear or because she truly agreed with his notion. It was rather the fact that it was best to keep her mouth shut for both her sake as well as Charlotte's sake. Not that it matter if she talked or not, because he continued on and began walking closer and closer towards them, the same way she took a step back the closer he got.

"That is why I need to do something about you," Murphy smirked. "And I don't think I need to elaborate what exactly I need to do, since I have gathered that you are pretty smart. Then I guess you are smart enough to see where I'm going with this."

He was going to kill her. He couldn't be clearer even with a pair of flares shooting up at the sky. Clarke could understand how her role here in the camp could cause problems, but that was as far as her understanding went with Murphy. Problems could happen with or without her, but she could help them in more ways than one. She was already doing it by healing and saving their lives as their only medic. So what other cons on the list was there that said he has to kill her that would beat out the pros in the argument?

She wasn't going to ask, since who knows how he would react because he was like ticking time bomb waiting to explode. However her main priority was to think about Charlotte's well being and get her out of there without getting neither of them hurt or killed in the process. She didn't honestly care what Murphy was going to do with her as long as Charlotte was safe and sound, it really didn't matter what happened to her. So she kept her gaze at Murphy, but her eyes scavenged the room in order to see opportunities for an escape. He was closing in on them and soon her back was going to face the wall, so she longer could take a step back and would simply be trapped even more than before. If she was going to get Charlotte out she needed to do it now.

She tightened the grip on Charlotte, who looked just as spooked as Clarke was feeling on the inside, and wanted nothing more to reassure her everything was going to be all right. Unfortunately she wasn't naïve or an optimist and she was most certainly not going to lie to Charlotte about the odds weren't great in their favor. She didn't have much of a plan in her mind, but it was at least an idea that could work even though that plan included mostly improvisation.

"When I say go, you will go and head towards the door," Clarke leaned down and whispered in her ear. She felt Charlotte's body freeze up, although she wasn't sure if it was because of the plan or because of her voice, but she guessed it was the former and she waited a few moments before she gave Charlotte the signal. Her arms untangled away from her and she went straightforward in Murphy's direction, meanwhile Charlotte leaped to the side and hurried towards the door. Murphy was caught by surprise, but quickly got a hold of himself when Clarke took hold on both of his wrists and lifted them up slightly above her head. Due to her short stature and differences in strength, he easily overpowered her and forced her hard against the wall. Clarke felt this piercing pain on her back and had to force herself not to scream as she desperately tried to push him away. Murphy only smirked over her reaction as he pulled out of her grip and the knife was on her collarbone.

"I wonder if I'm going to slice you on the throat or cut several places of your milky skin to shatter the royal image of you before I kill you," Murphy grinned with a creepy smile. His knife moved up and down between her collarbone and her neck. She shivered by the touch and wanted more than anything to get out of his grasp, but one wrong move could end up being her last and improvisation couldn't give her the reassurance that he couldn't kill her, especially if she hesitated for one second because of fear or all the above. However she didn't get the chance to think or do anything because suddenly out of nowhere a loud scream came and Charlotte jump on Murphy's back and with arms wrapped around his neck, forcing him backwards and away from her. Clarke was shocked over what she was seeing and couldn't move because of it as she saw the tiny girl fight against the stronger man and was determined to stop him. Murphy tried desperately to shake her off him, but she kept on holding on like he was a lifeline. He tried to push her against the wall and throwing her off before he resulted using the knife. He lifted hi arm and in a quick movement stabbed her in the neck, which resulted with her dropping her grip on his neck and she fell down on the hard floor like a sack of potatoes. The shocked disappeared almost immediately when she saw Charlotte fall down and Clarke didn't waste to come to her aid. The blood was flowing out in a quick pace and in massive amount, and she suspected that Murphy had punctured one of her arteries, which would lead to her bleed out and die within a few minutes. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Charlotte…" Clarke whispered, unable to hold in the sadness and the guilt she was feeling. Another person was dying because of her, how cruel could destiny be to her? Wasn't it enough to take away two important people in her life?

The girl was just staring blankly at her and was breathing desperately for air despite the fact that doing so would only quicken her death even more. She croaked and barely managed to say how grateful she was of meeting her and Bellamy, who saved her from her nightmares and herself, and how she wished to see them get together. It was then tears were streaming down Clarke's face as she pulled the girl's body closer to her and silently hummed Charlotte's melody until Charlotte stopped breathing all together and was slowly starting to feel cold in her arms.

The door opened and Bellamy stepped in to see the sight of Clarke and Charlotte covered in blood, while Murphy had apparently taken the opportunity to slip out before he arrived and without Clarke noticing. Clarke looked up to see Bellamy's confused face and only shook her head to confirm what he was most likely thinking. And as she suspected he fell down on his knees in front of her. She placed Charlotte's dead body carefully back on the floor and shortly after felt Bellamy's arms wrapped around her. They didn't say anything, but it didn't take long before she felt wetness on her shirt and back. They sat in that room in silence for what seemed like a lifetime, neither of them spoke or tried to comfort the other because being near each other was enough. They could deal with the problems that were circling around later, but right now they were in need of each other so that they could mourn over the girl who lost her life even before she truly had a chance to experience it. Whether they were going to admit it or not, one thing was certain. They needed each other in more ways than one.

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Thanks again for the amazing response. First I have to say that I know it sucks that I killed off Charlotte, but her death was an important piece on their growing relationship in this story. They are starting to learn to rely on each other in more ways than one, and besides it wouldn't be totally realistic if everyone lived in a fictional story. No matter how much you love the characters, at some point some of them have to die even if it kills us when they do.

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