I don't need your help | Raven Reyes

pt6- R.I.P

TW⚠: hanging

Nearly a week had passed since the acid fog and Jasper was finally back on his feet. I still didn't understand how he was still alive after being speared through his chest but I was glad he was. It was good to see the boy we had all been trying to keep alive since day one happy and on his recovery to become completely healthy once again.

Yesterday had been the hardest day on the ground so far, Wells was found dead just outside the walls of the camp, the grounders had killed him during the night. He had been an important part of camp since day one and it felt empty without him. I wasn't close to him but I would always see him around, mostly following Clarke around or begging her for attention, I don't know what happened between them but I know they used to be close. I felt a crushing feeling of guilt for Clarke, he only wanted her forgiveness but now he was dead and she would have to live with that. We had buried the poor boy's body but the mourning had to be put on hold because what happened next, I did not expect.

Jasper and Octavia ran back into camp from where they had just been walking. Shouting something about fingers, a knife, and murderers. They were too panicked to make any sense so Whilst Clarke worked to calm them down and try to understand what they were on about, I ran to go find Bellamy. It was his sister and he was 'in charge' according to himself so I thought he should know about this. We rounded up in a tent to keep away from the camp's sight and hearing range.

When the two finally managed to start talking Jasper reached into his pocket and brought out his handkerchief, he unwrapped it and placed it on the table so that everyone could see. Two severed fingers. "Wells wasn't killed by a grounder... he was murdered by someone in this camp," Octavia explained. "We don't know that." Bellamy butted in. "Yes, we do!" Octavia then placed a knife, it was tacky and scratched up, with some yellow paint on it, I had seen it before but I couldn't place where. "This was next to the fingers." Clarke picked it up to inspect it and not even a few moments later she was storming out of the tent, the rest of us quickly followed after her calling out for her to slow down. She headed straight for the middle of the camp and towards... Murphy! It was his knife! I had seen him carrying it around the other day.

"Murphy!" she shoved one boy out of the way to get to him, "recognize this?" "My knife! Where did you find it?" He reached forward to grab it from her hand but she pulled it from his reach. "Don't act dumb... I know it was you!" The look in his eyes told me he had no idea what she was talking about. None of this was making sense. "You killed wells!" she was understandably outraged.

It all happened too fast, the crowd got riled up and out of hand, at first, they were chanting for him to get floated but then they beat him to the ground before gagging him and tying a rope around his neck. Clarke was screaming at Bellamy to stop this but he only shifted the blame to her telling her "You should have kept your mouth shut princess!" I picked the knife up off the floor and looked at it before it clicked in my mind. I stuck two of my fingers in my mouth and whistled. It was much louder than I expected but it did the job perfectly, the chanting stopped and everyone looked at me. "Murphy didn't do it!" Conner stepped forward from the group. "Yes, he did! There's the proof in your hand." He pointed to the knife I was still holding. I held it up above my head for everyone to see. "If he killed Well's, his blood would still be on the knife!" The knife was in fact spotless, other than a few chips and scratches in the metal. "Do you really think he would leave the murder weapon at the crime scene?" I questioned, my eyes searching the crowd for someone to speak. "He tried to kill Well's already, who says he didn't go through with it?" Connor said. "He also tried to kill Jasper!" The crowd began chanting again this time for Bellamy, they wanted him to kick the box from below Murphy's feet. Clarke was still begging for him to stop but he didn't listen, he booted the the box away then stepped away into the cheering crowd. Murphy was swinging from the rope, he was desperately trying to use his hands to loosen it and breathe, it wasn't working and his face began to pale. I tried to push through the crowd to help him but I was getting held back. At some point I even got punched in the gut by someone, I curled over and gripped my stomach.

"Stop!" A high-pitched voice radiated loud over everyone and they all calmed down a little, people began to step back revealing a young girl, she must have been around thirteen. "Murphy didn't kill Wells ... I did!" Without a moment to process, I took the knife in my hand and sliced at the rope tied around the tree. He fell to the ground with a loud thud and I rushed to his side. I tugged at the rope that was still around his neck, just far enough for me to cut it but not far enough to hurt him anymore. He pulled the gag out from his mouth to help ease his breathing. Once I knew he was alive I quickly turned around and searched the crowd for Bellamy, he had officially gone too far, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Nor were Clarke, Finn, or that little girl.

I began searching the camp and eventually found all of them in the same tent as earlier. I didn't even bother looking at anyone I just immediately stepped up into Bellamy's personal space he didn't even flinch, I then took the knife that I was still holding and pointed it in his face. That got his attention. "You have taken this way too far!" I didn't even care how loud I was being, "I was only giving the people what they wanted!" His voice cracked a little. "For someone who keeps making power moves to make people follow him, you seem to be the one following your people." I had backed him up far enough that his back hit the table. Suddenly my hand that was holding the knife was snatched and I was tugged away by Finn, I glared at him "What the fuck!" I pulled myself out of his grip but he had the knife now so there wasn't much I could do. "We don't have time for this." He whispered. "We need to get charlotte out of here" I looked between Clarke and Finn before finally focusing on the girl.

"If she stays here Murphy will kill her." Everyone was looking at me in desperation "Are you in or out?" Bellamy questioned. I hated the girl for obvious reasons, she had killed one person and had nearly let someone else die just to save her own ass, but I didn't agree with the thought of her dying, I had never liked the floating system on the Ark and I wasn't gonna live by that down here. "In..." I mumbled and crossed my arms waiting to hear the plan. "Ok. We need to move soon or we won't be able to get away" Finn said. "I can hold Murphy back for a while but it won't be very long so you need to go," I explained I had tried to help him so I was hoping he would trust me enough to listen. No one seemed to argue against my plan so I took that as a yes.

I pushed the tent flaps aside and walked out, Murphy was now on his feet and leading his pack of delinquents behind him, I met him halfway. "You need to sit down, drink some water," I stated, that wasn't a complete lie. "No! What I need is to kill that little bitch!" he walked forward but I stopped him by sticking my arm out in front of him. "You can't just kill her Murphy!" "What? so it's ok for me to get hung for something I didn't do... But when that little bitch admits to murder she gets away with it?" I understood where he was coming from but I couldn't let him do it. "That's what I thought. Now get the fuck out of my way May!" he shoved past me, sending me stumbling backward. Just as he was about to get to the tent Bellamy stepped out and stood in front of him, that didn't last long though because Murphy threw a punch, knocking him right in the face and down onto the ground. He threw aside the tent flaps but immediately turned back around, he was definitely not happy. "She's not here!"

He ran straight out of the camp, four others followed after him. I hope for his sake that they don't find charlotte.