I had bumped into Octavia and Jasper who dragged me off to the tent Bellamy and I always stay in, they weren't telling me anything however I was soon joined by Clarke who'd brought Bellamy in the tent with her
"What's going on?" I asked finally once we where all in the room. I refused to look at Bellamy. I didn't want Murphy's words to be true they couldn't be true… they can't be.
Octavia and Jasper put two fingers and a make shift blade on the table. I knew that blade, we all did. Clarke picked up the knife and began to look at it as we all watched her, Bellamy pulling me closer to his side. "Why are you being so distant?"
"Why are you being with everyone?" I said, god I sounded like a child. He looked at me weird, "What?"
"Murphy he told me you go around with everyone." I whispered.
"You're all I want, why would I stoop low and be with one of these children?" He asked me with a smirk, I playfully hit him.
Of course Murphy lied, I'm such an idiot. "This knife was made from metal from the drop ship." Clarke finally said as we all looked up at her.
"What do you mean?" Jasper said as I moved slightly from Bellamy's grasp. Closer to Octavia whom just looked up at me and smiled.
"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"No one. We brought it straight here." Octavia said looking over at her brother, her face much calmer than it had been the past week.
"Clarke?" Jasper said softly.
"What does this mean?" I asked looking from Clarke to Bellamy. I knew the answer; it meant someone in the camp had killed Wells. Something Bellamy and I had discussed before, we knew it wasn't a grounder. However letting everyone believe it was is how the wall was being built so quickly. Was a way to keep everyone within the walls during a certain time; kept everyone in order, keeping them afraid of what was beyond the wall was how we kept them within the wall.
Clarke looked up and over at both Bellamy and I, she knew we knew exactly what she was thinking. To an extent, we knew it was someone from the camp who had killed Wells. I looked over at Bellamy with a worried expression on my face. We both knew how brash Clarke had started becoming.
She was impulsive and making stupid decisions. She had been since Wells died; she'd take off for hikes in the middle of the night. She would shout at me, at Charlotte or Bellamy. Anyone really, she was angry and upset I got that but the outlet she was using was just as bad as Murphy's.
"It means the grounders. Didn't kill Wells." She began to say.
"Just because there was a knife beside his fingers Clarke. Doesn't mean someone in here did it, it just means someone dropped their knife where his fingers where don't jump to conclusions we have no real evidence." I told her, warning her once again not to rush to the ending she wants.
Bellamy took in a deep breath, we had to keep our heads level. Clarke was rushing into something not thinking of all the possible outcomes of the situation. She was going to get someone killed, or worse anarchy.
She shook her head as she looked up right at Bellamy and I. "Yes it does, it means it was one of us." She said harshly.
"So there's a murder in camp." Jasper said softly.
"There's more than one murder in this camp." Bellamy began to explain. "This isn't news. We need to keep it quite. Like Rayne is trying to explain."
"If this gets out, everyone will start to point fingers. We may never find out who actually did it. Not to mention there are quite a few people who we can say wanted Wells dead." I told her, "Some may include you in that Clarke." I warned her.
Clarke ignored us both and began to move to leave the tent, more impulsiveness, all I knew is anything that was to happen when she left the tent was on her. She would be the reason and cause for any further deaths. Bellamy moved in her way stopping her from leaving the tent. "Get out of my way Bellamy." She ordered him.
"Be smart about this, look at what we've achieved - the wall, the patrols." He told her, and he was right. People thinking it was the grounders is what was keeping order, keeping us all safe and alert.
"Like it or not, what Rayne said is right. Thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us." He continued as she started to give him a dirty look, the look was then tossed at me. As if I care at this point what's going on in that blonde head of hers. She was going to get people killed being as abrasive as she is being right now. Yes, Wells didn't deserve to die; he was actually really useful to this camp. More so than she has been, she practically does nothing. Sure we should have tried to figure out who did it but it's a group of teenagers out there. They wouldn't stick to a fair trial.
They would kill whoever is accused.
"Oh, good for you, you mean?" She shot back at him. "What – Keep the people afraid and they'll work for you?" She continued.
No keep them afraid and they will be safe from what's beyond the walls we're building. Or did she forget what they did to Jasper? Did she forget our two-day hunt for Jasper? Something none of us have seen but are damn well sure is there.
"Is that is?" She asked him again, Bellamy took in a deep breath "Yea, that's it." He said smoothly.
"And it's good for all of us, dear of the grounders is building that wall." Bellamy said. "And besides what are you going to do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward?" He asked her.
He had a point, the blade she found didn't even have any blood on it, so if I where a detective I would say it's pretty damn conclusive that, that blade. Isn't the murder weapon, she'd be creating an environment for utter chaos. Why did she have to be so impulsive and stupid about this? She wasn't even thinking, at all let alone clearly.
Bellamy sighed again; "You don't even know whose knife that is."
Her face changed she had a cocky look on her face as she commented to him, "Oh really?" She asked as she held the knife up for him to see it.
"J.M." She said showing the initials. "John Murphy." Hearing her saw his name crushed me. He wouldn't have killed Wells, there's no way he did it. There had to be an explanation to why his knife was out there. I looked over at Octavia who's face seemed to light up with realization, joined by Jasper. No, no… this couldn't be happening.
"There's no way he did this." I said firmly.
"Oh really?" Clarke said looking at me, "Do I sense a love triangle?" She snarled. Great. Bellamy looked at me, his face full of worry.
"No. You ass. He's just not the only person who Wells was fighting with since we landed, you point one finger at him Clarke… you'll have three pointing right back at you." I told her As Bellamy nodded to me. He knew I was right, people had to have suspected her too at first. She made it her life's goal each day to make Wells feel guilty for her father's death, when she wasn't the only person down here who lost a parent or parents because of Wells's dad. This wasn't going to end well at all.
"The people have a right to know." She said storming out of the tent. "She has no real proof Bellamy, that knife could have ended up there for any number of reasons. Remember him saying he lost his knife a few days ago… there's a logical explanation for this!" I begged him to reason with this.
We all followed Clarke out of the tent as she ran up to Murphy pushing him hard in the chest, "You son of a bitch!" She yelled at him, I went to stop her but Bellamy put his arm out and stopped me. I looked at him, "She needs to see where her actions lead her." He said to me.
"Whoa, What's your problem?" Murphy said to her.
"Recognize this?" She asked him holding up the blade. I went to move again but Bellamy wrapped his arms around my waist holding me still and against his body.
"It's my knife, where'd you find it?" He asked her.
I saw Charlotte off to the side; she didn't need to see this. She didn't need to see any of this, none of us did. We're not animals, and the way Clarke is taking this is just going to get us all killed. We'll stop trusting each other it'll be an all out war. Why was she being so thick headed? Charlotte's eyes were full of worry, and fear. My stomach started to drop, something happened. Something I knew and probably just didn't want to accept it.
She hasn't been the same little girl she was a week ago. Sure she's happier, but for what reasons? Slay your demons. It kept playing it my head, had she done this? Why was she looking for lost and guilty? Maybe she was just confused, she had to be.
"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells." Clarke said snapping me out of my thoughts. The whole camp went silent, she had done it… it was about to start. My eyes darted to Murphy whose eyes where on me. I hadn't realized I was crying till I felt Bellamy wipe a tear from my cheek. This couldn't be happening what was Clarke doing, why was she doing this?
"Where I what?" He said harshly, I could tell from the tone of his voice. He didn't do this. He couldn't have done this. I wouldn't accept it as truth.
"The grounders killed Wells not me." Murphy said his eyes still on me, why was he looking at me there was nothing I could do for him.
"I know what you did," Clarke spat at him. "And you're gonna pay for It."
"Really?" He said his voice cold as he stared at her. "Bellamy, you really believe this crap?" He asked, "Rayne?" He questioned me next.
I just kept shaking my head no; this whole time down here had broken me. I think I had finally snapped, of course I liked Murphy. Whenever Bellamy wasn't around he had kept me safe, he was nice to talk to, and he knew what had happened to me. He knew things about me Clarke didn't even know. I hoped to god Bellamy would stand up for him.
"You threatened to kill him, we all heard you." Clarke continued.
Why hadn't Bellamy said anything? I looked up at him as I broke out of his grasp. "Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked. Still no answer he just looked to the ground.
"You hated Wells." She spat to him.
"Plenty of people hated Wells." Murphy said. "You included!" I yelled at her as people turned to look at me. Bellamy pulling me against him once again; "Don't get involved Ray, I don't know if I can protect you from what she's about to cause. That's why I can't do anything. Not yet." He whispered into my ear, "She needs to fall from her castle to see what's actually going on around here."
"His father was the Chancellor that locked us all up, even killed most of our parents." Murphy continued his eyes back on me.
"Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him." Clarke yelled over him.
"Yea, I didn't kill him then, either." Murphy said to her calmly.
"Tried to kill Jasper, too." Octavia said from beside me. I looked at her, "Did he?" I whispered to her. Followed by a soft 'What' from Jasper. At least I'm not the only one left out of the loop. She nodded, "During the fog, we had to lock him out of the room by barricading the hatch." She told me.
I looked at him shaking my head, what has he done. Did he actually do this?
"Come on. This is ridiculous." He said looking around at the large mob that had formed around them, "I don't have to answer to you." He spat at Clarke "I don't have to answer to anyone." He had no one defending him. Not like I would be any bit useful in a fight, Clarke was being totally stupid. She should have pulled him into the tent and we all discussed this quietly.
He started to walk away as Bellamy now spoke up, "Come again?" he asked Murphy.
"Bellamy, look, I'm telling you, man." Murphy started to say as Bellamy pushed me behind him keeping me as far away from Murphy as possible. "I didn't do this." I peeked at Murphy from Bellamy's shoulder, his eyes where pleading, begging him to believe him. I did, how come no one else did. Oh yea… Murphy pissed off most if not everyone else.
"They found his fingers on the ground with your knife." Bellamy said to him in an attempted hushed tone.
"Is this the kind of society that we want?" Clarke called to the crowd, "you say there should be no rules." She continued to say, "Does that mean that we can kill each other, without – without punishment?" She asked.
She still had zero real concrete proof that Murphy had done anything wrong. This was just her jumping to conclusions and making this into whatever mess this ways she'd created. Bellamy was right, she did need to fall from her castle but at the cost of Murphy's life?
"I already told you. I didn't kill anyone." Murphy said again.
"I say we float him." Someone in the crowed said, Clarke turned to face the direction of the voice. Several other people shouted out in agreement. Clarke, what have you done…