BADLANDS [1] bellamy blake

25; we are grounders

Brigid watched in terror as she heard footsteps walking up the ramp. A hand reached for the curtain, pulling it to the side and revealing Bellamy walking into the Dropship. His eyes were narrowed on Murphy, "Let them go."

Murphy pushed Jasper forward, as the skinny boy smacked his body against the ramp and tumbled out of the Dropship. Murphy pulled the lever and the door began to close again and Bellamy's eyes wandered over to where Brigid was still tied up. Tears were welled up in her eyes and she was struggling to free herself, but the ropes were too tight. Bellamy swallowed hard, finally realizing that Brigid was never going to be set free, that Murphy used his worry about the girl as a bargaining chip and he walked straight into his master plan with open arms. "You were never gonna-"

Murphy pulled the gun towards him and Bellamy extended his arms out in front of him, closing his mouth shut and stopped talking. Murphy's blue eyes glanced over to the red seat belts, "Take that belt and tie a knot in it." Bellamy only looked up at him with a shake of his head. So Murphy turned around, firing a shot towards Brigid, but it flew above her head. She let out a muffled scream, dodging her head down and then snapping her attention over to where Murphy was standing. "Do as I say."

"Bellamy-" Octavia's voice was laced with worry over the radio, so Murphy dug into his pocket for the walkie talkie. Her voice spoke again, "Bellamy, are you okay?"

Murphy motioned the radio towards him, "You want her to know you're alive. Start tying."

Bellamy leaned down, picking up the two ends of the seatbelt and looked up at Murphy. "I'm fine," He called out as Murphy pressed down on the radio button. "Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you... And tell Raven to hurry her ass up."

"All right, that's long enough. Tie those two ends together," He motioned before sliding the radio back into his pocket. Bellamy did as he was told as Murphy kept the gun pointed towards him the entire time. "Now get up and toss it over." Bellamy's dark eyes wandered up to the ceiling where there was a metal bar. He swallowed hard, knowing exactly where this was going. But he did it anyway.

When the other side of the rope looper around the metal bar and smacked against the ground, a smirk appeared on Murphy's lips. Bellamy shook his head looking up at the noose that he just tied, "What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I'm-" He took a step forward, but Murphy quickly held up the gun and placed his finger on the trigger. Bellamy stopped in tracks and his eyes widened. He took a few back, letting his head fall to the side and he narrowed his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Murphy smiled, his head nodding up and down. "You got it all wrong, Bellamy. I don't want you to say anything. I want you to feel what I felt, and then... I want you to die."

Brigid started tugging on the ropes again, and letting out a wild scream. Gaining both of the boys' eyes to snap over to her. Murphy let out a hollow laugh, "And the princess is going to sit back and watch it happen. Just like she did when you hung me."

She stopped struggling and only glared back at Murphy. But this time, it wasn't because there was no use trying. This time, she felt the ropes loosen. There was a way to free herself.

And she was going to do it.

Bellamy's eyes wandered over to Brigid who was flashing her eyes down to her hands that were tied behind her back. But she could move them slightly, but she needed some more time. Bellamy looked back over at Murphy, "Why are you really doing this? And not some sob story about revenge. A real motive."

Murphy lowered his weapon, taking a few steps closer to Bellamy and away from Brigid. Who took that opportunity to loosen the ropes even more. Murphy shook his head, "What? I can't have my vengeance as a motive? You really believe that I'm some murdering psychopath. No conscience? No feelings?"