It had been a whole ten minutes, Clarke was crying because of Bellamy, who lay still on the ground.
Murphy had pushed Bellamy to the ground, and then Murphy hit Bellamy on the head with a rock.
"Bellamy!" Clarke yelled as tears streamed down her face. "Bellamy, wake up! Please walk up." It was siprizing that Clarke had managed to say anything over her tears.
Murphy smiles over at Miller who laughed.
"I knew you could do it man!" Miller looked over at Clarke. "What are we gonna do with her?"
"Oh. Your not doing anything with her. I get her, all to myself." Murphy looked over at Clarke was a dark look in his eyes.
Miller and Clarke where both still tied to the trees.
"Can you cut the rope?" Miller looked down at the rope that kept him tied to the tree.
"It's been fun," Murphy continued. "But I don't need you anymore."
"What?" Miller asked.
Murphy walked over to his pack and pulled out a knife. He walked over to Clarke, who was still crying.
When Clarke was him she started squirming around.
"You better stay the hell away from me!" She yelled at him.
"Who gonna stop me now." Murphy looked behind him at Bellamy who was still not making any movement. "By the time he wakes up, we'll be gone."
Clarke is still looking at Bellamy. The moment she saw his eyes jolt open, she knew that she would get out alive.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know if anyone ever reads author's notes. Let me know if you do.
I have had some huge writers block resently. Just ... Ugh ... I hate writers block, it's so frustrating.
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The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)
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