vigilante ¹ - the 100

ten

CHAPTER TEN:

"please, my dad will go insane"

wells has been killed no one knew who did it but he is dead. his fingers were cut off and he was stabbed in the throat.

i was sitting by myself at the tree i normally sat by. "hey." bellamy said walking up to me. i look up at him. "listen i don't want to force the wristband off but come on." he said motioning to my wrist.

i just rolled my eyes at him. "go fuck off." he then walked closer.

"don't give me shit please." he said before reaching down grabbing my arm.

"get off of me!" i shout pulling my arm out of his grip and standing up. someone put their hand on bellamy's shoulder.

it was murphy, he leaned in by bellamy's ear and whispered something while keeping eye contact with me. bellamy nodded before walking off. "my bad duchess. he's a bit on edge after atom." murphy said going to walk towards me but i stood my ground.

"what do you want? the same thing? because you'd have to kill me to get it off." i say looking at murphy with an emotionless expression.

"i don't want to kill you. and i really don't want to force it off you." he said looking back at my eyes.

"well that's the only way you're getting this off of me." i say back. he stares into my eyes his blue one's pierced my soul as he grabbed my wrist it's like he compelled me but i quickly kicked the back of his knee causing him to go to the ground. i pushed him down and looked down at him with raised eyebrows. "come on. do you seriously — " i started but soon got cut off by murphy kicking the back of mine making me fall on-top of him. he quickly put himself ontop and me on bottom.

"got you." he said with a grin before holding my other arm down and started to pry the wristband off. i decided not to scream because it would make it more trouble and i really didn't need an enemy right now.

"get off of me, john." i say through gritted teeth as i struggled to get out of his grip. he stopped for a second and looked at me it looked like he wanted to stop but something kept him going. "please, my dad will go insane if he thinks i'm dead!" i beg i didn't care about my dad i cared about my uncle but murphy might stop since he kinda has a soft spot for dads but i was wrong.

"i'm sorry, but if i don't do it bellamy will. and i have a feeling it'll be worse so please stay still so i don't hurt you." murphy said taking a breath and i did as he said because it wouldn't be good for either of us if it wasn't off. and when he got it off he stood up and looked down at me.

i turned my head to the side just laying on the ground. murphy held his hand out. "get away from me." i say quietly. he hesitated before turning and walking away.

"who else knows about this?" bellamy asked about the knife that killed wells and wells fingers.

"no one. we brought it straight here." octavia said looking to her brother. which may i add i hate his fucking guts.

"clarke?" jasper asked nervously.

"it means the grounders didn't kill wells. it was one of us." clarke said looking up from the evidence.