the king awakens » bellamy blake

08 | Ambrosia

"And when the seasons change, will you stand by me?"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Before I can register what's just happened, Bellamy's tackling Murphy to the ground. I stand from my awkward crouched position and look over at them, feeling my neck, which felt bruised. Next I feel my nose, which was bleeding earlier. All was good for now. My knuckles are raw and my hair is probably a mess from the rain.

Bellamy starts punching Murphy in the face repeatedly, like what I had done before to him. I felt a tinge of guilt but it quickly melted away. "Bellamy," I cough out, my throat hurting. "Stop it, please. Don't kill him."

Although Murphy acts like a complete asshole, I know he had goodness buried somewhere deep. Finn moves to pry Bellamy off him as I keep touching my neck, worried. I'm starting to feel nauseous again.

"Get off me!" Bellamy yells. "He deserves to die!"

"No," I say firmly, as Clarke moves in front of Murphy. "We don't decide who lives and dies. Not down here." she agrees with me.

"So help me God, if you say that people have a right to decide-" Bellamy fumes.

"No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we're gonna survive down here, we can't just live by 'whatever the hell we want.' We need rules." Clarke says shakily. I step in for her, my face no doubt pale from the cold rain and my loss of blood. I felt my hands start to shake from my sides.

"And who makes those rules?" Bellamy asks. "Huh? You?" he asks Clarke.

"For now," I speak up, "We make the rules."

"So, what, then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?"

"No!" Clarke looks back at Murphy. This would not end well for him. "We banish him."

My eyes widen slightly as my head begins to pulse. Banish him to let him try and survive with the Grounders? Killing him would have been the nicer option.

Bellamy grabs Murphy by the shirt, pulling him up and toward the edge of the cliff. "Bellamy!" Clarke yells in frustration. It makes my head begin to pound.

"Stop," I say faintly as they struggle against each other. Bellamy growls something to Murphy, glancing back at me at one point. They finish and Murphy tumbles to the ground.

"As for the four of you," Bellamy addresses the guys who had come as Murphy's backup. "You can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice."

"Wren," I hear Clarke say quietly as I sway back and forth unsteadily. "She can't walk all the way back to camp- she won't make it."

Bellamy clenches his jaw before deciding on picking me up bridal style. I steal one last look at Murphy's baby blue eyes before slipping into unconsciousness.

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The person next to my bed when I wake up is Jasper. I groan awake and his head snaps toward me. I glance down at my wrist. "Where the- where the hell is my wristband?"

"Oh, uh, about that. Bellamy took pleasure in taking it off for you. He... um... well, I kind of fried the wistbands." he murmurs.

"What?" I try to sit up, feeling a cool cloth-like material on my neck and I'm instantly dizzy.

"Woah, woah, easy there, lay back-"

"Lay back down, Wren." Bellamy sighs, striding into the drop ship. I slowly do so, swallowing and blinking to clear my sight.