You and Me, Forever | Bellamy Blake

pack it up

Words: 2005

I was finally able to move the tied piece of cloth away from my mouth.

"Murphy, you're a coward!" I yelled to him.

Murphy's head whipped to face me and he fired the gun at me. I screamed as I felt a searing pain in my shoulder.

I gasped out in pain and Bellamy stared at me with fear. "Fuck you, Murphy," I said between gritted teeth.

Murphy smirked at me before turning back to Bellamy. "Wish we could have had one last go, doll. You were too caught up with this prick."

I looked at my shoulder and saw the bullet wound was mostly just a graze, but it still hurt like hell. Murphy tied the end of the belt around a pole and walked in front of Bellamy, facing him.

"You know, I got to hand it to you, Bellamy. You got 'em all fooled. They actually look up to you, almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Yeah, well, we know the truth, don't we? You're a coward. I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me," Murphy said with anger.

Bellamy watched him with anger in his eyes and I leaned my head back against the ladder. I was breathing deeply from the pain, mostly from my shoulder but some from the helplessness I felt.

"Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?" Murphy said, stopping right in front of Bellamy.

"I should have stopped them," Bellamy admitted, holding onto the belt around his neck.

Murphy let out a breath through his nose, tears glistening in his eyes. "Yeah, it's a little late for that now."

"What do you think's gonna happen, Murphy? You think they're just gonna let you walk out of here?" Bellamy asked as Murphy looked towards the ground.

Murphy snorted in amusement. "Well, I think the princess is dead... I know the king's about to die, and his queen is next. So, who's really gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that's who, and yeah, maybe I'll have to kill your Grounder-pounding little sister-" Murphy got cut off by Bellamy reaching out and trying to kick him.

That pissed Murphy off, so he grabbed the belt that was tied to the pole and tugged on it, making it tighter around Bellamy's neck. I sobbed as I watched Bellamy almost lose his footing, his boots barely touching the stool beneath him.

Suddenly, we heard a panicked yell from below the floor.

Murphy looked at Bellamy with a smirk as he let go of the belt, letting Bellamy back down onto the stool.

"I'm guessing that's her right now," Murphy said as he walked to the middle of the floor and fired the gun.

"No!" Bellamy and I yelled together.

Murphy kept shooting until the gun clicked, signaling it was out of ammo. He turned back to Bellamy quickly and kicked the stool from under him, making Bellamy grab at the noose around his neck and pull against it.

"Bellamy!" I called out in fear.

Murphy threw the gun to the floor as Bellamy kicked, desperately trying to find something to stand on again.

"Using your hands is a cheat. Mine were bound, remember?" Murphy said, storming over and trying to grab Bellamy's hands.

Bellamy punched Murphy in the face, knocking him down to the floor and I gasped. Murphy grabbed the gun again and proceeded to hit Bellamy in the stomach with it. Murphy and I heard the door opening at the same time and he panicked while I was relieved.