𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | b. blake¹ [COMPLETED]

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐘'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐏𝐓. 𝟑

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐒. She was still shaking slightly, wincing ever so often as Clarke re-bandaged her side. Her thumb had been popped back into the original place, and a makeshift splint was bandaged to as low as her wrist to make sure that it didn't pop out of place until it was healed properly. It hurt like a bitch. 

She was still reeling over the fact that a little girl, so innocent and sweet, had murdered someone older than her, showing that she didn't really feel sorry for doing it. Not gonna lie, she was lightly scared of this twelve-year-old that slit a man's throat no problem. 

Maggie flinched when Murphy yelled for the umpteenth time. "Bring out the girl, Bellamy!"

"Why, Charlotte?" Bellamy pleaded with the young girl. 

"I was just trying to slay my demons like you told me," she retorted, the older man's jaw clenching. Magnolia whipped her head to look at him with wide eyes. Not only did this child murder a guy, but now she was trying to throw Bellamy under the bus? What the hell did Bellamy mea by telling a twelve-year-old child to slay her demons? Absolute idiot.

Clarke turned to the raven-haired boy, her hands stilling in their bandaging. "What the hell is she talking about?"

"She misunderstood me," the boy stammered. He turned to the girl. "Charlotte, that is not what I meant."

"Oh, you think?" Maggie groaned when Clarke pulled a little too tight on the cloth that was now wrapped around her chest. The blonde apologised quickly. Using a makeshift pin that she made from some wire from the drop ship, Clarke secured the cloth and stood up, placing a reassuring hand on the older woman's shoulder when she flinched as Murphy again demanded that Charlotte be turned over to him. 

However, she still felt a slight pang of compassion when the little girl turned to Bellamy and all but begged him to not let Murphy take her. Even Maggie could admit that that would not be the best choice when it came to a little girl who had nearly gotten him killed for her. 

After some deliberation and arguing from Bellamy and Finn, the Blake ducked down to Charlotte's eye level, grabbing her shoulders comfortingly. "Look, Charlotte, hey, it's gonna be okay. Just stay with Maggie and the others." He gave the woman a look so pleading that she couldn't help but nod her head, promising that she'd look after the small girl. Bellamy then ducked outside to try and rile down Murphy and his new posse.

"You know," Maggie spoke up, her voice hoarse from the screaming and her head aching from the amount of crying she did, "despite the fact that you pretend to know better, talking about your justice and your rules, they aren't going to follow you unless you do something really worth their while." She looked up the blonde with puffy eyes.