Heart Strings. [Bellamy Blake]

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"Come on out, Charlotte!"

"Bring out the girl, Bellamy!"

The shouting from Murphy filled the camp as he waited outside the large green tent. Inside the tent was what he desired most — the life of the kid that framed him for the murder of Wells. The real murderer of Wells Jaha.

Lyra strutted back towards the direction of Murphy after walking away from the previous situation. Watching Murphy get hanged for a crime he didn't commit, and Bellamy willingly sentencing him to his death, overwhelmed her. She needed a minute to de-escalate.

"Murphy!" She called out as she walked up to the beaten and bruised delinquent.

His head turned towards the one who called his name, and scoffed when he saw it was Lyra Granger.

"Don't give me that," Lyra grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "I fought for you. I protested your execution. I begged for Bellamy to stop."

"Yeah?" Murphy laughed, unamused. "Then why is he defending some kid that is the real murderer of Wells, but wanted to hang me?"

The guy had a good point; it was unfair. Even though Charlotte was a younger kid, they couldn't dismiss her actions. Not when they nearly executed someone they wrongly accused. Her dislike for Murphy didn't change her opinion on the matter; he didn't deserve to be hung for a crime he didn't commit.

The swooshing of the tent curtain attracted their attention towards the person who exited the tent — Bellamy. The lips of Murphy twitched upwards into a smirk.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us!" He taunted.

Bellamy walked up towards Lyra and Murphy, all seriousness evident on his face. His voice had a hint of warning behind his words as he commanded, "Dial it down and back off."

His command caused Murphy to let out a singular laugh, just as much as Lyra did previously. "Or what? You'll hang me?"

The atmosphere between them began to heat with tension, much like fire. Lyra shook her head, "Murphy, let's just all figure it out and not act hastily like they did before."

Murphy scoffed again at the girl. Clarke thought she had it figured out and ended up getting him hanged for a crime he didn't commit. All because she didn't listen to his pleas. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"Who here wants to see the real murderer hung up?" Murphy exclaimed amongst the crowd, eyes searching for raised hands to join him. "All in favor?"

To no avail, no one raised their hands along with Murphy. He was alone in this, even though he was wrongfully convicted.

"I see. So it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk?!"

Anger was evident in his tone, and he had a right to be. It wasn't about justice. If so, they would be wanting the girl to be punished. They just wanted to see Murphy die. Asshole wasn't the right word to describe Murphy; it needed to be much worse of a word, but even Lyra believed he deserved better.

"Murphy!" Bellamy exclaimed, trying his best to get the guy's attention. He wanted to calm the storm, which was the best description of their current conflict. "It's over."

For a moment, Murphy was silent before he shrugged. On the outside, he succeeded in making it seem like Bellamy had won, and that he had submitted. As he backed a couple steps away from Bellamy, he stated, "Whatever you say, boss."

The dark-haired leader glanced between Lyra and Murphy before walking away from the scene. Her eyes widened in horror as Murphy grabbed a small log and was walking towards Bellamy.