Saviors ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

012. ꕥ Why

They hanged my brother for no reason.

That was the first thought that came to my mind when I heard Charlotte's words. The second thought that came to my mind was my brother.

"Oh my God." Clarke breathed out.

I immediately went for the hatchet on Bellamy's belt. Unhooking it, I went to the rope that was holding John up and immediately cut it. Sticking the hatchet in a tree, I headed straight for my brother.

Finn and Clarke were already at his side, with the former loosening the noose around his neck. John screamed in agony as I took out the gag in his mouth. I tried to comfort the best I could, but it's kind of hard when you just got hanged.

"You're okay. You're okay. Just breathe, John. Look at me."  I tried to reassure him as I took his face in my hands. "You're gonna be okay. You're here, I'm here, and we're both alive."

I looked over to Finn, who was still here, while Clarke, Bellamy, and Charlotte were nowhere to be found. My still wide and heated eyes met Finn's when I mouth 'thank you' to him. In return, Finn just looked over at me and gave me a nod.

I positioned John in my lap, rocking back and forth and just whispering in his ear. "You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright, John." I wasn't sure who I was trying to reassure more, him or me.

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I bounced on the balls of my feet outside the tent Bellamy apparently dragged Charlotte into. John paced around right next to me. He had so much red on his face, either from the dry blood or the punches he took. Probably both. His face was covered with little cuts and was bloated out. There was also a large bruise on his neck, where the noose once was. I could barely look at him because every time I did, the image of Bellamy kicking the crate and my brother struggling replayed in my mind.

I now had a piece of cloth wrapped around my arm to stop the bleeding. It still hurt a little, but I didn't think about that too much. That wasn't important right now. What was important was the people inode the tent. I tried to go into the tent to hopefully reason with them, but John stopped me before I could.

"Bring the girl out!" John yelled I think it's safe to say he's feeling better, which I was relieved about.

"John, let me go in there and try to reason with them. Bellamy listens to me." I tried to convince him.

"Oh, really, he does?" John turned to me. "Because I wasn't getting that when you begged him not to kick the crate from under me, and he still did it anyway."

John was right — I knew this, and he knew that I knew this, but John wants to kill this girl. I can't let him do that; I can't let him have her death on his conscience forever. 

"Give me five minutes, please." I looked at him, a desperate expression on my face.

"Five minutes."

I nodded at his words, now heading to enter the tent. When I get in there, I see Clarke, Finn, Bellamy, and Charlotte standing around. I looked at each of them as the elders had an exasperated look while Charlotte had an utterly terrified look on her face.

"So what are you going to do? Because right now, my brother wants to kill her," I said, pointing at Charlotte. "and I'd rather not let that happen."

Charlotte mumbled, "Thank you."

I turned to face the young girl. "I'm not doing this for you." I told her. "I'm doing this because I don't want my brother to have your death on his conscience."