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Earth Skills: Part II

Poster: Sharidin

Arrest Flashback: Part III.

UNEDITED.

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I cried as I repeated apologies. I used the knife and guided his body to the side so he wouldn't fall over me. Instead, he fell beside me, the knife still in his throat. I pulled myself up and moved over to him. My hands were over him, struggling to find what to do; how to save him. But he was already gone. "Dad?" I asked, shaking him by his shoulders. I used the back of my hand and shakily wiped the tears off my left cheek as I used my other hand to pull the knife out. I grabbed the knife and instantly, I heard footsteps scattering in. My hand was still wrapped around the knife as I turned to see: Abigail, Jackson and two Guards with them. With all the bodies led over the floor and me being the only one; I knew this didn't look good.

Abigail's hand covered her mouth and Jackson looked around in horror.

"What happened?" Asked Abby.

"No- It's not-" I shook my head in panic.

The Guards walked over, "What is it then?" One asked.

I continued to shake my head. "T-Tessa and Ross. Devon. My Mother. It wasn't me."

Before Wells could defend, Murphy jumped off the ground and walloped Wells in the face. From the blow, Wells stumbled back. Murphy even then attempted to tackle him, but Wells was too strong. They spent a moment just hitting each other and failing to floor the other. But Murphy had enough and stepped back before running to Wells and tackling him onto his back. Whilst Wells was down, Murphy went on him and began taking him while he was down, showing no mercy. I stepped back as they rolled around on the ground. I didn't expect them to fight long because I expected Bellamy would break them up.

But when I looked to Bellamy, it looked as though he was enjoying the fight. Prisoners loved the violence and cheered with their hands in the air. That is until Wells switched the positions between him and Murphy. With Murphy under him, he began planting his fist onto Murphy's face repeatedly.

Once he was sure Murphy had enough and gave up, Wells jumped off him and faced Bellamy, irritated. "Don't you see? You can't handle this!"

I looked away from the conversation, down to Murphy, only to watch him pull a knife from his pocket and jump up.

"You're dead,"

Before Murphy could take a swing at Wells, Bellamy came and stood ahead of him, "Murphy, wait."

I let out a breathe of relief when I was sure the fight was over. But it didn't last long as Bellamy handed Wells a knife and dropped it at his feet, "Fair fight." My mouth dropped.

"Wells, don't do it. You don't have to," I insisted.

He instead bent down and picked up the knife. As soon as he had a grip on the handle, Murphy began swinging the knife, trying to cut into Wells torso. Wells - on the other hand - swung for Murphy's face. But Murphy was quick. He bent down, blocking the attack, then used the knife to slice into Wells' arm.

"This is for my Father!" Yelled Murphy as he went for Wells again.

Murphy's attack failed and Wells spun him into a headlock. He held the knife to his throat. "Drop it!"

I was about to walk over but stopped my step when Clarke called, "Wells!" A weight was lifted from my chest and I felt a wave of relief. Clarke would end all this.

Sitting around the Council's table, I was quite nervous. I felt as if I was going to faint. They were all going to discuss my fate. Wether I'd be floated, or sent to confinement - which is what would usually happen. But with a Death Row; I wasn't sure.