Atlantis

Chapter Eighty-Nine

"Rich and Echo are with Emori." Faye said walking into the school.

"Jackson and Miller are upstairs. No one's armed. Now it's our turn. Gun." Bellamy turned to Murphy. He looked back at Clarke. "What'd we miss?"

"This is time to work out your differences. I don't want to be stuck on a deadly planet with the two of you holding the world's longest grudge." Faye said.

"Faye's right. Let's do this." He grabbed a cuff that was chained to the wall. "Now, Murphy."

"Why do you get to keep everyone's keys?" Murphy asked.

"Relax. Faye will have mine." He tossed his key to Faye, who had already chained herself up.

"And Clarke'll have mine." She slid her key across the floor to Clarke.

"Satisfied?" Bellamy looked at Murphy.

"I guess so, as long as the people who live here don't come home after they kill everybody on the mothership." Murphy sat down.

Clarke and Fate looked up. "Nice one, Murphy."

"God, I hate being tied up, yet somehow whenever I'm with you, sooner or later, we wind up here, don't we?" Murphy looked at Clarke. "I mean, first, you hanged me."

"Well, in fairness, I did that." Bellamy spoke up.

"Only after she forced your hand, and who could forget Lexa? Yeah. I was tied up that night, too, just a disposable pawn in your game."

"Shut up, Murphy." Faye's voice was harsh and demanding.

"Let's just calm down." Bellamy said.

"That's not fair." Clarke said.

"Neither was tying up me and Emori in Becca's lab, but she was disposable, too, right? I know you remember that one, Clarke. Because you drew a little picture of it in your memory book. Let me ask you a question. Did you draw a picture of Bellamy in the fighting pit, too?"

"Okay, Murphy. That's enough. Don't make me gas you, too." Bellamy said.

"Or we could just kill him." Faye suggested, now laying on her back on the floor.

"Ouch. I thought we were starting to get along." Murphy said dryly. "Ow!" He winced as he moved his arm.

"Jackson can take another look at that wound in the morning." Clarke said.

"Oh, it's not from the knife. It's from the bullet wounds I took from saving Bellamy's life from those armed psychopaths you put back in the battlefield." Murphy said.

"What the hell do you want from me, Murphy?" Clarke demanded. "I'm sorry, okay, for all of it. I never meant for you to get hurt, but, no matter what I do, someone always does. Is that what you want to hear, that I'm the bad guy? Fine. I'll be the bad guy. When I'm in charge, people die. Isn't that what you said?" Clarke looked at Bellamy. "Satisfied?"

Faye tilted her head to see them all looking at each other.

"It's a start."

"Isn't it." Clarke nodded. "Maybe, Faye should be put in charge. People seem to love that. Wasn't it her plan that got you shot. She killed people in the City of Light. She left Bellamy, and the rest of our people in the mountain to die. She even killed her best friend. She kills people and nobody thinks twice. But when I do it, grab the pitchforks. Are you that much better than me?" Clarke spat.

"No, but everyone dies eventually." Faye sat up.

"Right. Look into the eyes of your warriors and say "Go die for me." Is that how you justify death?" Clarke scoffed.