Common Ground ⇥ Bellamy Blake

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[edited 7 January 2017]

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Before you start reading, I highly suggest you watch the video attached. It's so amazing and it makes me love Murphy even more!

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Clarke reached forwards and picked up the blade, turning it over in her hands, "This knife was made with metal from the drop ship."

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked, fidgeting uncomfortably. He had been doing that quite often, ever since he woke up. His hand was subconsciously pressed against his chest, where the large wound was healing.

Bellamy clenched his jaw, "Who else knows about this?"

"No-one, we bought it straight here." Octavia replied immediately.

"Clarke?" Jasper whispered, persuading the blonde to continue.

"It means the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." Clarke sighed. Ever since Wells had been found dead outside the camp, everyone had been on edge. They had all had reason to believe that it was grounders, but now it was obvious that it wasn't.

"So there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper uttered in horror.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp." Bellamy spoke up, and Raine shook her head lightly. Bellamy saw it, but continued, "We need to keep this quiet."

Clarke glanced at the knife again, her face twisting into realisation, before she headed towards the door of the tent. Bellamy caught her, holding his hands out to stop her. She looked up at him, "Get the hell out of my way, Bellamy."

"Be smart about this." Bellamy told her firmly, "Look at what we've achieved–"

"You mean what you've achieved?" Raine butted in angrily, "After all, you do see yourself as the leader."

Bellamy shot her a look, but she just sneered at him. He continued, "Like it or not, us thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

"Good for you, you mean?" Raine cut in again, walking around the table, "Keep people afraid and they'll work for you. Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's it." Bellamy nodded simply, "It's good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall, and besides what are you going to do? Just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is."

Clarke's face broke into a triumphant smirk, "Oh really? J-M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know."

She pushed past him, and Octavia and Jasper followed. Raine stared at Bellamy, a hard look on her face. He opened his mouth to say something, but she shook her head before leaving. Raine stepped out of the tent just in time to see Clarke shoving Murphy, "You son of a bitch!"

He laughed mockingly, "What's your problem?"

Raine watched as Clarke held up Murphy's knife, "You recognise this?"

Murphy's face dropped, his eyes widening as he took in the knife. Across the clearing, Charlotte's face paled. Murphy looked at Raine in confusion, "That's my knife, where'd you get it?"